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"Send me everything you know about his locations, I want them immediately." Zayn speaks into his cellphone, before hanging up on the person who barely had a chance to talk on the other line.
He quickly pressed the power button, signaling the phone off before slamming his phone down. I didn't even need to fully look at him in order to know, that he was getting angrier by the minute, and nothing was going to bring down this mood lingering over the both of us. It was inevitable.
After what happened last night and the surprise of bullets splattering into our hotel room, Zayn instantly got ahold of some gun that he brought along the trip. He went searching for answers but no one knew anything, he barely had any time to question people rightfully, since cops began to get involved. And that meant everything had to be left behind for evidence, minus our clothes and important stuff I brought along for our night out camp that didn't even last a mere few lone hours.
We quickly did a small detour before meeting up with Amira, that was accompanied by some people that she knew in the business as well. Of course, I had no idea who they were, it was international business partners, Zayn had been slightly familiar with them as we sat in their safe house until further notice. I could barely even sleep, due to the unwavering feeling in my belly.
Nothing about this was okay, we had been tracked and followed here. And there was no given idea who gave away our location, since I didn't even know we were going to be here three days ago. And now we're leaving this place to go back home, and get back to unresolved business.
Of course, us getting back was not a talkative one, since he found out by Harry that someone blocked Jerry from reaching him. It didn't take no brainer for Zayn to figure out who did it, which ended up in a large argument that left me questioning a lot of things. Not just about myself, but also him. Because apparently while this was happening, Fatima and his mother was also getting the same treatment, exactly at the same time as us. Which means this was a planned motive.
And Zayn didn't like that one bit knowing his sister who isn't answering her phone at the moment, could be hurt or killed and it was all because I blocked Jerry from giving us a bunch of updates. I had no idea why I even did that in the first place, but I was so certain this spontaneous trip was going to be the last of us, that I wanted us to be selfish just once and focus on our relationship.
But that was too much to ask....
So, after getting a doctor Amira goes to for business related injuries, checking on the baby and my stitches that were healing rightfully, they gave me the okay that I was fine and safe to travel.
I only left with a bruise on my right hip caused by Zayn jumping on me quickly, to make sure that I wasn't harmed during the series of rounds that was obviously intended for one of us. I just didn't know exactly who, but it almost seemed fitting to know that it was meant to spook the both of us.
They definitely won that round, consider myself offically spooked now. But I didn't just leave with a bruise on my hip, it seemed like there was even a bigger gap in our relationship than when we had first arrived. Now I was left by myself, as he did a lot of business related calls, and talking to his sister, Amira who decided to go with us back to the states who wanted to see the youngest.
