Promise

Chapter 1 - the club

     "The one in the back. It's him" One of the cops undercover called in. Zayne adjusted his earpiece as he nodded to the waiter, the one that just called in, and made his way over. Pushing past a few people, he had their target in sight.

     He took a breath and got into character. Their target was a man who has connections to the black market. The human trafficking deals to be exact. So they were there to extract information about the upcoming deal. Zayne cleared his throat and called out to the target as he drew close.

     "Mr San-" He says as someone walks into him. Zayne grumbled as he pushed the guy away and continued toward the target. But someone grabs him. "I don't hear an apology" the guy says as Zayne tried to pull away. The guy's grip was strong. Zayne turned and glared at him. There was no way he was going to apologise.

     "You walked into me, you're the one who should be apologising." Zayne bit back. The guy raised his eyebrows, he looked amused. Zayne was wasting time, he needed to get to the target. He leaned up toward the guy and whispered into his ear. "Unless... you're looking for something more than a sorry." The guy's grip loosened a little bit but it wasn't enough for Zayne to pull away.      

     Suddenly the guy roughly pulled Zayne forward, Zayne managed to stop just in time and not crash into him. "And if that is what I want?" The guy replied, his voice low and deep. The guy was actually taking Zayne seriously. Zayne glanced at their target as he sighed, this guy needed to go. He took a step back and jerked his hand away.

     "I'm not fucking interested" Zayne smirked as he walked away.      

     He made his way to the target and called out again. "Mr Sanchez! May I?" Zayne put on a smile as he pointed to the seat beside the target, switching back into character. Mr Sanchez agreed right away and Zayne sat down.

     Zayne declined the drink he was offered as he complimented Mr Sanchez, moving closer to him at the same time. "You're even more handsome in person, I'm glad I saw you here today." Mr Sanchez chuckled. "I heard that there is going to be a deal soon? Maybe you could tell me more" Zayne suggested.      

     "I could, but nothing is for free you know. What about you spend the night with me." Mr Sanchez said as he put his hand on Zayne's thigh. Disgusting pervert. Zayne shook his head and made an excuse.

     "That's too bad then. How about this, you kiss me and if I like it I'll tell you." Mr Sanchez said as he pulled Zayne onto his lap. Zayne needed the information. He stifled his grumble as leaned in. Mr Sanchez seemed to be liking it as his hands start to move from Zayne's thigh to his waist. Then Zayne pulled away.

     "One more and I'll tell you. And this time open your mouth a little." Mr Sanchez said. Zayne hesitated. "Come on, just one more and I'll tell you." He pushed. Zayne sighed, he wanted the information. He leaned back down and did as Mr Sanchez requested. By doing so, he allowed Mr Sanchez's tongue in. It was not that bad.

     A moment later Zayne pulled away again. Mr Sanchez liked it and he kept his word. He slipped Zayne a piece of paper into the back pocket of his pants, giving his butt a little squeeze while he was at it. Zayne forced out a smile, reminding himself that he was doing this for the information. He had the urge to punch him in the face.

     The paper contained the date, time and location of the next deal. Zayne pushed himself off of Mr Sanchez. "Leaving so soon? Stay for a while." Mr Sanchez suggested. "I have to go now, have a good night" Zayne said in hopes of getting Mr Sanchez to leave him alone, but he still insisted.

     "Come on, stay and have some fun." This guy was persistent. "I'm sorry Mr Sanchez but I need to the toilet, you see I'm constipated. I feel like I'm going to shit myself." The look on Mr Sanchez's face was priceless as he immediately waved Zayne away. He actually fell for it. Zayne stifled in his laughter and walked away.