the gang | zayn malik [a.u] | ✔️ | EDITING

Chapter 9:

[Zayn's POV]

I unlock the car as I open the doors to the outside world. I am braced with a harsh breeze and shiver as it touches my skin.

Not wanting to leave Gretchen in the restaurant alone for too long, I fall into a small jog.

My legs pound the pavement with so much force my body almost falls over from the sudden stop.

A group of hooded men stand on both sides of my car.

"Zayn!" One of them I couldn't recognize shouts. After the scare at the college I had one of my buddies research them. I found that they are like us, in the top five most powerful gangs in the world. But they fight for the wrong side. The four of them are known as Luke, Calum, Ashton, and Michael.

Luke can be recognized for his lip ring and blonde hair. Ashton by his bandana obsession and large hands. Calum can be identified by his dark brown hair and tattoos on his chest. And Michael by his bright and bold hair colors.

"Yeah Zayn, get over here!" Another one yelled. They have strong Australian accents, so it was hard to understand them from such distance.

I slowly made my way over to them, remembering I have a small knife strapped to the back of my calf. I never leave home without it. Not in times like this.

"What do you want from me?" I cautiously ask as I stand a yard or two from my car.

"Oh nothing much." Michael teased. They had all taken off their hoods. "Just your little play thing."

"Gretchen?" They did not just call her a play thing.

"Yeah dumbass." Luke chuckled and they all took a step forward. Almost as if it were rehearsed.

"You're not gonna hurt her." I growled, clenching my fists.

"Oh but the way I see this is, that you have no choice or everything you love will be gone in instant." he paused
and smirked evilly. "We have bombs around every nook and cranny in this place. All it takes is just one push of a button and she dies along with everyone in that restaurant. But if you give her to us now, you might be able to see her again years from now."

"No," I shook my head and before I could process what my body was doing, my fist connected with Luke's jaw causing him to stumble backwards.

"Now who do you think you are Mr.tough guy?" Luke chuckles and wiped blood off of his mouth.

His fist connected with my nose, a sick cracking noise being the result of such action. I stumbled backwards and fell on the pavement, anger sizzling in my veins, burning into every pore and skin cell. Every capillary and every muscle. Burning.

They insult me, threaten Gretchen, and have to nerve to break my nose. Which hurt like a bitch. I immediately spring back up, ignoring the ache on my face. I lunge forward and kick Calum in the balls before turning on my heel to punch Michael. Taking two steps back I see Luke out of the corner of my eye and quickly duck, causing him to plummet to the ground where I kicked his stomach. Ashton stood there, his expression a combination of fear and embarrassment.

"Zayn!" I felt the color drain from my face as I saw Gretchen running towards me out of my peripheral vision.

No No No. Please don't come any closer.

"Oh my gosh Zayn!"

Shit.

"Go back inside," I said, not looking at her.

"No you are hurt!"

"Oh so this is Zayn's pure whore." Luke sneered looking at Gretchen hungrily.