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CHAPTER 1

CHAPTER 1

Diana stared at her son in disbelief. "Oh, dad told me to tell you he's coming." What?

"Mitchell? When did he say that?" She was beginning to panic.

"About four hours ago..." Oh the little shit.

"Why the hell didn't you say anything earlier on?" Fucking little brat. Zayn would be here any minute. She wasn't mentally prepared to see him... Fuck! And the doorbell rang.

Diana quickly tied her hair up as Mitchell hurried to open the door. Oh god... Zayn was here...

He walked in so casually. Diana felt her heart beating out of her chest. She never knew what things were going to be like with him... He was just the most complex man alive.

Once Zayn was done embracing Mitchell, his dark blue eyes found hers. "Hey..." He said looking into her eyes. The killer made her want to kill herself just so she never had to deal with him again.

"Hey... I... Mitchel just told me now that you were coming... I didn't know..."

"All good." He said taking a seat. Diana felt so nervous having him here.

"Would you like something to drink?" She asked politely.

"Na."

"Okay..." She nodded her head. "Are you here to take Mitch? He didn't say much... Just told me you were coming... One second ago..."

"Relax." He said shaking his head. "I'm here to see you both." No... Go away Zayn... Go away. You made a pact with Bart to keep away.

Diana did her best to remain calm. She fixed a smile on her face as she sat down. This was way too awkward.

"Calm down." He said knowing how freaked out she was. She didn't want to get him angry.

"I'm calm... Just wasn't expecting you..." She said swallowing hard. He always looked at her like he was hungry for her

"Okay... And what difference would it have made if you were expecting me or not? I'm here..."

"Nothing. No difference." Diana nodded her head dumbly.

"You okay? Do you need anything?" Always asked if she needed money.

"We're good..." She was working like a dog but she was good.

"Mitch tells me you come home really late and are always tired."

"No... I mean... Sometimes I do..."

"Why are you working Diana?" Because I don't want your stupid money Zayn, is what she wanted to say.

"Um... Just to have something saved."

"How much money do you need. I send you money every month... I checked the account and you haven't touched the money." Oh god.

"I... I'm okay. I don't need it."

"So you opt on working every day and coming home late. I mean you don't think somebody needs to be around for Mitchell?"

"I am around. He hangs around at café until I finish... He does his homework and I am there to help him." She was on the defence now.

"That's not how you raise a kid."

"Yeah well... It's how I do it." She almost snapped. He raised an eyebrow at her and Diana quickly retreated into herself. "Sorry." She was beginning to panic.

"Nothing to be sorry about." He said scaring her. "I don't think it's a good idea for you to keep working."

"I need to work Zayn..." She said daring to look into the killers dark eyes.