GUNSHOT ➪ Zayn

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Chapter 38 Vegas we -didn't- miss you!

'He's gonna kill me if he finds out I slept with James...' The bossy women though.
Alyssa passed in front of her and noticed something was wrong.
'Are you okay?' The blue eyed women asked, sitting in front of her best friend.
'Aren't you mad at me?' Selena said, rolling her eyes.
'Please.' Aly declared as calm as she could.
'I... There may be something... I... I just don't know if that thing is wrong or right...' the satiny-skinned woman unclearly explained.
'What thing?'
'Hum... I...' She looked at the door, feeling uncomfortable.
'They won't come in, Mike's in his room and Jee's playing poker with Z.' Alyssa reassured her.
'Okay well... I slept with James and...'
'Oh god he's gonna kill you...' Goldilocks interrupted her, eyes wide open.
Selena sighed, Aly was right...
'Unless he never finds out...' she started, an idea may just have bopped on her mind.
She was followed by Alyssa's ocean eyes, who was waiting for an explanation.
'If I get back to New York... I have to go there anyway...' She stopped herself remembering this night, this call.
'No fucking way.' Aly laughed.
'I have to Alyssa!' She yelled in her whisper.
'Are you kidding me? You can't always run away from your problems, Selena!'
'Because you think I really wanna go there instead of staying here with you and Mike and Zayn and James?!' Leena claimed.
'Why do you have to go back to New York then? Nothing there's holding you back!'
'He did!' The CEO screamed.
'What the fuck?!' Alyssa let out an ironic chuckle, surprised by her best friend's answer.
'You know w...' Dallas started 'You don't understand what's going on and I'm tired of always explaining myself, okay? If I wanna go back to Nee York, I will.'
'You what?' James' voice questioned loud.
The bossy woman turned her back and met James and Zayn's eyes wide opened.
'Oh god!' She sighed, walking towards the boys. 'Can we talk about that later?'
She walked out of the room, Zayn was staring at Aly, confused, asking her if she knew with through his eyes.
Jee followed her through the private plane and entered the 'room'.
'Fuck off A...' she stopped herself as she realized it was James who came in.
'Heyo what's going on?' He asked.
'Didn't you hear me? I'm getting back to the four seasons.' Selena coldly repeated, crossing her arms on her chest.
The man approached her, he put his hands on her elbows, a little smile appeared on their faces.
'It's okay.' He said.
'Is it?' The light-brown haired woman asked, looking down.
'What happened?'
She raised her almond eyes towards his, a salty tear was beading in its corner, she took a deep breath. She had to say it, even thought it hurts.

On the other side of the plane, Zayn was still staring at Aly, more than confused.
'Fuck, she leavin'' He sighed before sitting on the white leather seat.
'She can't do that!' Alyssa whispered, in a broken voice.
'I'm sorry, B...'
'She's the only responsible, Zee...'
The Pakistani quietly smiled, caressing her hand.
'I can try to talk to her.' He proposed.
'James surely will.' The blondie rolled her eyes, a smile appeared on her face.
'What?!' Zayn claimed 'Why are you sayi...'
'Because he followed her and it looks like they are talking...' she lied, correcting herself.

'What happened?' James asked.
'It's... it's just... it happened 2 weeks ago...' the broken hearted woman started.
2 weeks ago, as she said, it happened.
He went off his black Bugatti, he walked holding a red file. He walked into one of those dimly lit alleyways in New York City. A brown cloth bag landed on his face, denying him any possibility of seeing what was happening or even countering his enemies. The man has been handcuffed and taken to an unknown, isolated base.
He saw the light again, he was in an empty warehouse.
'What do you want from me?' He sighed.
A man walked towards him, reading this red file.
'A debriefing? Of all the missions planned for the next month, huh?' He sneered. 'And your friend. Her parents are big bad guys, aren't they...' he sniffed ironically. 'And you know them more than people think you do don't ya?'
'I don't know them.'
'Don't lie straight to my face!' The guy slapped him.
'I don't fucking know anything, Stephen!' The handcuffed man replied.
'You know where she hides herself, right?'
'I do.'
'Where. Is. She.' Stephen asked, getting closer to his prisoner.
'I won't tell you a thing.'
'You know what's gon' happen if you don't dont tell me.'
'Her life is worth more than mine.'
A shiver went through him when he felt a cold metal landing on his throat.
'You can die, Stephen. You took Ron, you can't take Selena from me.'
'Put the gun down.' Stephen ordered. 'I won't give him the pleasure of dying so simply... I want him to suffer and to beg for help.'
'Go to hell!' The kidnapped man spat.
Stephen smiled, proud and gave a plastic bag to his partner. Stephen's ally put the bag on the prisoner's face. He was suffocating him, both men were watching the show. Their enemy trying to fight back and breath the little of air he had left.
Only one minutes and 14 seconds later, the villains took the plastic bag off his face and pushed the chair on the floor.

Trying to forget the scene she pictures, Leena looked at James, straight in the eye.
'Matthew died.' She cried.