Addicted

Ch. 05 Guilty conscience

Zayn pov-
"Stop fucking moving , Styles." I hissed at him as the preacher goes on and on in the church.

"I can't help myself, I don't feel comfortable," Harry whispered, squirming in his seat.

"Well, the pews are not supposed to be comfortable. No wonder why I never came to church." I added the late part to myself but of course, Harry's big ass ears hear me.

He snorts "Yeah that why you never went to church. And it has nothing to do with the pews, we just killed the man a week ago and now we are at his funeral, it just doesn't feel right. I feel like God is-.

"First of all you didn't kill him, I did. And if I even hear your guilty conscience again, I will kill you in the blink of an eye and find someone who can handle his job without feeling remorse." I said through a tight smile as the old women look at us for the second time. She frowns at me before turning to the preacher. "God I hate old people." I groan, rolling my eyes.

"And after I make my appearance well known, we can leave, I just want the fucking Grey family to know I'm here, get the Sage bitch attention, find who hit us with her help, kill them. And then give Sage a very special gift for her help.... tell her who killed her father, its a win-win." I smile as go over the plan.

The preacher sits down and a young woman with dark brown shoulder length hair and a tight dress that shapes her figure perfectly walks up on the stage. "Damn, who is she." Harry mumble and I nod my head in agreement, I would say more but I'm too distracted by her to even say it. Just looking at her makes my dick twitch.

"I will like to thank everyone that is here today, your support not only means a lot for me but to the rest of my family. My father-" I jab Harry on the rib. "That's his daughter?" I question.

"Damn she looks different from the picture." Harry pulls out the picture of Sage. And the picture looks nothing like what I'm seeing now. This girl doesn't have braces, chapped thin lips, squared glasses, hair that flows to the back, but most importantly the girl doesn't look fucking twelve. Twenty at least.

"Harry. How old is that fucking picture?" I hissed, he only had one job to do.

"It was the most updated picture she obviously doesn't take pictures." He tries to justify himself.

"I'm one minute from choking you the fuck out right now." I hissed at him.

"I'm mean, the plan shouldn't change. Persuade her into telling you everything she knows, get the people and bang bang, man dead, we keep our status." He tries to relax me but this age difference changes everything.

"How am I supposed to persuade a grown ass woman, a child easy, they can be easily manipulated, but her. This might take even longer than what I expected." I

I'm interrupted by the preacher. "Is there anyone else who would like to speak?"

"Yes, I will." I stand up smoothly. And just how I like it; all eyes on me.
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I walk off the stage, and straight to the doors, with Harry hot on my trail.

"That was touching, when I die I hope it is as special as that one." He hops in the passenger side.

I roll my eyes. "It wasn't supposed to be sentimental. It was just for them to acknowledge that I knew him....having them thinking he works for me, making him automatically one of my men. So when I stop by to see Sage, she will assume I'm here for her." I said starting the car up.

"Oh. That was well thought out. So where now?" He asks as he buckles himself in.

"To see an old friend." I grinned at him.
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"I can't crack the safe, I tired everything I could." Harry groaned.

"Well, it's official Harry you are more useless than what I thought you were." I pushed him over and look at the safe, of course, it was one of those with the finger scan and the code.
"What year was he born again?"

"1968" The red light flashes again.

"Fuck! Sage year?

"1996". The red light flashes again.

I huff as I wipe my hands. "Change of plans Styles we are going to a party."