GUNSHOT ➪ Zayn

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Chapter 36 ➳Last step

'Mr. Moritz Graham Aubrey is here to see you.' His good-looking assistant declared.
'Let him in.' The boss answered taking his 700$ shoes off of the desk.
'Aubrey, what's up!' He greeted the other man, giving him a handshake.
'A lot of stuff but we're here to talk business!' The infiltrated agent laughed, opening a brown file.
'I've already told you I won't sign this contract!' Moritz grunted approaching his face to Aubrey.
The satiny-skinned man smiled, thinking about everything that happened the last few weeks in here in Boston...
'I think you don't actually realize the whole thing.' James poses his hand to the glass office.
'What thing?' Moritz clenched his jaw.
'What would your father in law, Jeffrey Beerth, think if he knew the psycho you are.'
'What the hell?' Moritz yelled.
'I found your 4 bloody bodies and you seem to be an expert in all kind off murder, aren't you?' Jee said, proud of himself.
Moritz opened his mouth to interrupt him but James stopped him with his hand. 'The name lists, the photos I know everything. I have proof of every single shit you created. If you don't goddamn sign this contract the file will be transferred to both the Beerths and the police of this state.'
'It's you against me, nobody's gonna believe you.' The German man said, hiding his insecurity.
'Do you really wanna take that risk?' James asked, giving him a pen. 'Hemma may not like the fact that you tryna f...'
'Fine!' He cut him off before signing the contract. 'This is not this end, Aubrey, I'll take you down. I swear.'
'If I go down I'd take you with me.' The satiny skinned man concluded, taking the signed contract.
James put out his gun and pointed it at Moritz
'Don't make a move.' He said, walking to the door.

In the Fairmont Coldplay Hotel, Alyssa and Zayn were watching Pirates of the Caribbean on Alyssa's room.
'I'm starving.' She moaned.
'Yeah me too.' Zayn admitted.
'Where shall we go?'
'Wherever you want, I have Moritz credit card.' The blue-eyed woman simply declared.
'What?' He laughed.
'He had thousand of credit cards in his office!'
'I'd rather not ask any question...' The Pakistani whispered 'This doesn't decide where we go!' He complained, dramatically touching his belly.
'Google an expensive restaurant in Boston!' Aly proposed.
Zayn grabbed his phone and said:
'The Meritage looks expensive enough for M.Kiefer Moritz.'
'That's perfect!' She claimed.
'Wait, I only took and t-shirt...'
'There may be one of your shirts.' Aly said, walking towards the closet.
'Aw! What a cute bean!' Zayn kidded.
'Dude, I didn't even pack my suitcase!' The young woman defended herself, throwing a white Yves Saint Laurent shirt in his face.

The Pakistani laughed at her gesture, Aly entered the bathroom and turned the water on. Zayn, who was already dressed and groomed, laid on the bed and grabbed his phone.
'How many t...' he stopped himself when she pushed the bathroom's door.
Alyssa was wearing a beautiful red satin dress that reached above the knee, revealing her slender legs and slim waist.
'Holy shit...' he whispered, letting his phone down.
'What?' Goldilocks smiled, confused.
'You're... so damn beautiful!'
'Aw! Thank you, baby!' She said, gently kissing his lips.
Zee stood up and posed his arm on her shoulders meanwhile they were walking towards the exit of the hotel, where a private car was waiting for them.

Only 15 minutes later, the car parked and they entered the gastronomic restaurant.
'Welcome to the Meritage, may I help you?' A blond-haired waiter greeted them.
'We have a reservation for 2 people.' Alyssa said.
'Sofia Houston, right?' He asked.
'Yeah.'
'Alright, come with me.'
Zayn and Aly followed the waiter to a table in front of the window, they had a magnificent view of the sunset reflecting above the Atlantic Ocean.
'Aly.' Zayn said in a snobbish voice, pulling the chair out for her to sit in.
She let out a chuckle and put her hand on her mouth after all the aristocrats around them stared at them.
'Upon the straits; on the French coast the light' Alyssa started
'Gleams and is gone; the cliffs of England stand' The golden-eyed man continued.
'Matthew Arnold!' She smiled.
'Dover beach.' He declared the same smile on his face.
'I didn't know you liked poetry...' Goldilocks said.
'My mum used to love Arnold's poems.' He explained, a nostalgic smile on his face, reaching out her manicured hand.
'Used to?' Aly asked.
'Yes, I haven't seen her for almost 11 years... I mean I did come to my old neighborhood for my brother's death anniversary...'
'How was it?' Alyssa asked, drinking some water.
'I knocked on the door and when she opened it, she firstly slammed the door on me. I said 'Mum, it's me.' So she went to open the door again and this time she slapped me because I haven't given any sign of life in 10 years...' Zayn stopped talking for a second and watched the sunset. 'But it went fine, she let me in so I could've explained to her why I had to live and all the things I needed to get out of my chest. She told me it was okay and that she'll always love me, that all she needed is to know I was safe... after that I... I poured a drop of memory eraser in her tea and she forgot she forgave me...'
'Hey... it's okay. You only did that to protect her! I understand how much this hurts but she's safer not knowing...' Aly reassured him, holding tighter his tattooed hand.
'I know that's not the worse part of all that! A few months ago I discovered Logan my childhood best friend was fucking my mother!' Zayn claimed, disgusted.
'What the fuck?!' Aly laughed.
'Oh god, I'd rather not imagine that... uw!'
'Have you choose?' The blond waiter interrupted them.
Zayn and Aly exchanged a confused look, they were to busy to look at the menu...
'Yes!' Zayn lied.
Aly kicked him in the leg and he let out a moan off his mouth.
'I'll take um... a small red plate of octopus.' The Pakistani ordered.
'For cooking?'
'Medium rare will be fine.' He concluded, giving back the menu to the waiter.
'I'll take this red beet linguine.' Goldilocks said.
'Can I get you something to drink?' He proposed.
'Yes... what shall we take?' Aly asked.
'If I may be allowed to advise you, for Champaign, we have the Bollinger Special Cuvée goal and the rosé Brézé Crémant from loire. These two are our customers' favourites, but personally, I think the Domaine Gracieux brut better...'
'We take this?' Zee said, looking at Aly.
'Yeah, we'll take the Domaine gracieux. 2 glasses.' She smiled.
The waiter left and went back a few minutes afterward with the glasses of Champaign.
'Thanks.' They said before he left.
'And what about you, huh?' The golden-eyed man demanded.
'What about me?' Alyssa replies, confused.
'Yeah I mean... what led you there...'
'Oh... this is a long story... I've never known my parents so my aunt raised me... when I was 12 she has been diagnosed with Alzheimer's disease. I first thought it'd be fine but only 7 months later she reached such a high level of this disease and she needed to be hospitalized so I used the little money she had left to pay for her health care but 3 months after that there was nothing left... I got kicked out of our apartment and I had nothing to pay for the hospital. So I left school and I had no other option but to start sealing drugs. I seemed young and innocent so the cops would never think I'd be a part of this shit, you know.'
'I'm so sorry, babe.' Zayn apologized.
'It's not your fault... it's just life, I guess...'
'What happened after you dealt?'
'Selena's mum, Jennifer she saw me sleeping on the ground like 2 years after, she brought me home, I lived with Selena's family for a while and I started working at the age of 14 for the club Delux...' she explained with humid eyes.
'Wow... I'd never thought you'd have gone through that...' The Pakistani looked down.
'It could've been worse...' Aly laughed.
'Here's your plate.' The young waiter interrupted them.
'Thank you!' The blue-eyed girl thanked him.

Aly and Zayn ate their plate while talking, laughing, and mocking the people around. They had a talk about Selena and James, about Victoria and Spoon. Two hours after the couple poured more words than they drank Champaign, they called the blond waiter and asked for the bill. They paid with Moritz's credit card and gave a 3000$ tip with the cash they had withdrawn with the DZ bank owner's cc.
'I can't accept that... it's more money than what I make by working 24/7 here...' the waiter said in a tone between gratitude and aberration.
'I'm a waitress too... I know how this job can be hard and stressful. And as a waitress, I forbid you to refuse this tip.' Goldilocks smiled.
'I don't wanna stick my nose in where it isn't wanted... but if you're a waitress then how can you have that much cash on you?' He asked, curious.
'I'm a secret agent...' she said like she was kidding
'Sure and I'm John Kennedy's son!' The blond-haired guy laughed. 'Thank you so much.'
'Nah it's nothing bro!' Zayn shrugged.
'I really mean it, thanks!'

They left the Meritage and came back to their hotel, tired of this very long date, which has been interesting, romantic, and fun at the same time. Alyssa poses her head on her boo's shoulder and he kissed her forehead.
In the dark night of Boston, they closed their eyes in a peaceful atmosphere, an atmosphere they didn't know before this moment