Kidnapping Zayn Malik: Mission Impossible ➳ Ziam AU

Chapter 6

This is dedicated to @redcape for the gorgeous new cover. Thank you, so much.

Liam's POV.

That Damn Boy.

I cant get him out of my head.

And I don't even know his name...

It was like his beautiful face was stapled into my head, covering everything else, so he was the only thing I could think, see or hear..

But I'm not complaining..

I knew I was gay, and frankly, I didn't care if I wasn't accepted, because it was my life and my decisions, and so far, no one had dared question my decision.

I'm not sure if that's because people were scared of me. I mean, my dad was a criminal. He was in the whole mob gang, kidnapping anyone, only to get money from the ransom, that's why he'd kidnapped this child. But this time, he was doing it differently.

Now that I'm eighteen, and I've left school, my father has decided to get me into his mob business. I protested against it, I never wanted to get into all this criminal stuff, but he told me that it ran in the family, and when he was gone, he wanted me to carry it on, and keep the fortune going.

When I said no, he forced me into doing it, and made me move  from my home town of Wolverhampton, to Bradford, where he had moved earlier, when he and mt mother broke up, because she didn't like his mob business.

That was about a year ago, and now, I'm still in the business. This was the first kidnapping I'd done, and we'd been planning it for months.

All my father cared about was  that the kid was rich, and could pay to be realised, he didn't care who the kid was, or anything about him, just the money.

That's my bastard of a dad for you.

"Liam!" I heard my name being shouted.

"Yes!" I shouted, snapping out of my thoughts.

Oh yeah, shit! we were half way through a mob business meeting, and I had just zoned off.

I honestly don't even know why I'm in this business, they never use me for anything, so far, in my year at this hit tip, all I'vecdone is helped plan it out a bit, I actually ran out the car a picked the kid up, and then I'd met him. That's really it.

"You can go now, the meeting's finished, its late, get to bed." My father said, rolling his eyes.

I nodded and quickly glanced around the room. It was empty, and minuets ago, it was full of about 8 muscly men.

I scurried out of the conference room, and made my way up the stairs, to my room. There was no arguing with my father. What he said, goes.

I got up the long set of stairs, silently rolling my eyes over how big the house was. It was 3 floors tall, and only two people lived me, me and my dad, and occasionally someone that he'd kidnapped...

I got to my room, an sighed as I shut the door behind me. It was just a boring typical boys room. Double bed, blue fading wall paper, walk-in wardrobe, bed side table, desk, and all my electrical and games, and just a bathroom attached to the side.

It was actually kind of depressing living here...

I pulled my plaid shirt off, and dropped it on the floor. I was about to pull my jeans off, when i heard a small sound slip down the corridor.

I furrowed my brow, and let go of the waistband of my jeans, and listened.

What sounded like a whimper, flooded through the corridor, followed by some small, muffled cries.