Cold Comfort »Z.M.« ✔️

52."Yes, brother?"

   When we get to safety I put pressure on his wound.

"Zayn, what the actual fuck? What's up with you? Is it about that chick you have in your house? Nothing but a hoe! Think about it, does she really love you? She's with both you and Rodger. Not to mention Rodger is using her for money that I send him." he groans at the pain. That's when I feel the emotional pain. Would she use me? And Rodg? What the hell...?

"Why are you telling me all of this?" I quietly ask, "Because if you thought this would boost my anger, then no, it did the opposite." I whisper. He frowns.

"Fuck, sorry. I just got angry myself, don't listen to me. Just don't let me down, I believe you." he chokes on blood. I put a bigger pressure.

"One down, one helping. They're the last ones." I hear a man yell. My boss' eyes widen.

"Run. Just run and hide. Don't let them get you." he whispers. I am about to get up, but I get pushed against the car and my hands are taken behind my back. Shit.

"This one has been in the jail, I remember his face." a girl says, probably talking about me, "Drug dealer." she adds. I groan.

"I don't have drugs on me now, you fucking bitch." I answer and turn my head to see her. She looks in my eyes. I can see fear in her eyes. "And you're fearing why?" I ask with a smirk.

"Shut up, you have no rights to talk!" a guy scolds me.

"I am not fearing you." she smiles even though I know she does fear me. That's why I smirked at her. I get taken to the car. Yeah, sure she doesn't fear me. As soon as I get out of the jail, I'll ruin her life. I swear to... each of my demons that live inside me.

   They put me in a cell so I am now sitting with my gang members. The same girl is guarding our cell.

"Zayn?" Sam calls me. I look at him.

"What do you need from me right now?" I groan. He frowns.

"Did you hesitate because of that hoe you have at home?" he asks. I send him a death glare.

"You better thank god I can't punch your ugly face here till you die." I mumble. The girl looks at us.

"Stop talking." she says in a firm voice. I look at her.

"That's what we all could say to you." I answer. Her eyes once again meet my eyes. For a moment she is left without words so she just frowns and turns around.

"What? Did she just actually shut up just because you said so?" Sam laughs. I laugh as well and shrug. She turns around again.

"You both shut the fuck up or else.." she stops herself.

"Or else what?" I tease, "or else you'll fall in love with our voices so much you'll let us go?" I pout. She frowns and shakes her head.

"That is not happening." she crosses her arms. I smile at her stubborness.

"A few years and your life will be a living hell, sunshine." Matt, the youngest guy from our gang, says. She shakes her head.

"You won't get out of here anytime soon. At least twenty years." she mentions. I am about to speak, but someone does that before me.

"Zayn Malik, good to see you, mate." Alexander's voice runs through the walls. Oh shit. "Please, come with me." he says while opening the cell. What? I get up and follow his orders. He closes the cell again and walks somewhere. I follow. I hear boys shout a few things, but there are a lot of things running through my mind. He sent me to spy on this gang, I may be in more trouble than others. We get in his office. He takes off my handcuffs.

"Thank you!" he nods at me, "You're free from now on. You did your job great, thanks for informing us about your plans." he smiles. I slowly nod. I didn't.

"What'd you want from me here?" I ask. He chuckles.

"You shot a cop." he grumbles, "I have to give you these," he says and gives me some papers, "but you won't have to pay since you worked with us and you did what you had to. No serious injuries too." he sighs.

"Yeah, sure." I smile.

"You can go now, I'll inform them to let you out." he says and raises his hand for a hand shake. I accept it, but then get out of the office. Who did that? The woman who guards the cell looks shocked when she sees me walking free. I don't have to say anything, they give me my things back without asking and another guy walks me to the exit. I can still hear guys calling my name and shouting some things. When I am out the door, I am on my own. Shit. I take my phone and immediately called Rodger. He probably bailed me out, because he was the only one who knew about this.

"Yes, brother?" he answers pretty fast. I sigh.

"Thanks for bailing me out, but can you also pick me up? I have no car and I am NOT walking." I say and bite my lower lip. He is quiet for a moment.

"Wait, are you pranking me or what?" he chuckles. I frown.

"What? What do you mean, pranking?" I ask. He stops his chuckle. For a moment is quiet again.

"Are you serious? You're in jail?" he asks in a serious tone. Wait, he isn't the one who bailed me out?

"Rodger, stop right now... Please tell me you were the one to bail me out." I whisper. He shouts a no and ends the call. I suppose he's coming for me so I send him my location. Just as I expected, he replies with "be there in 10". I sit on the nearest bench and sigh. Who the hell bailed me out? With the corner of my eye I see the girl who was guarding our cell come out with another girl. She looks worried. When she meets my stare she immediately looks uncomfortable. Ugh, those girls. I look away. But seems like she has to talk to me cause they are approaching me. I look at them again. When she is next to me she frowns.

"Did you really cooperate with us or you paid him money?" she asks. I chuckle.

"Of course, I paid him money to get me out of there. Just me, no one else." I fake smile at her, "Are you really that stupid?" I mumble as my smile fades. She looks down.

"Sorry, just... Wondering." she answers and looks up, "Your ride came." she points at something. I look up. Of course, Rodger with his bently. I stand up.

"Thanks, see you later." I grin at her and get in the car. Well, shit. Who bailed me out?