I park my car in front of the gated house.
Ha, this is it.
I hop out of my car and walk towards the gate. I open it and it makes a small noise. I creep up the porch and ring the doorbell and hear little footsteps coming towards the door. The door opens, revealing two girls.
"Hello?" I hear a voice say.
I look at the girl in front of me with long black hair.
Yep. Those are Malik's sisters alright.
"Uhh yeah, I'm a friend of your brothers. He wanted me to stop by and bring you something," I reply.
One girl looks about 17. A few years younger than Mari. The other girl looks a tad younger than the other one. The older one looks at me emotionless and eventually steps aside so I can come inside.
"Thank you," I say before stepping inside and shutting the door behind me.
I throw both girls over my shoulder and take them to the car. I set them in the back and they bend slightly to the side. I close the door and hop in the front seat.
Isn't there supposed to be 3 of them?
Oh fucking well.
They should wake up in a couple hours. It's only chloroform. I start the car and drive away from the house. I feel a smirk spread across my face.
Zayn's gonna be fucking pissed when he finds out.
But what can I say? He shouldn't have fucked with me and my family.
I press on the gas a little more and begin to speed through the streets of London. I need to make it back to this house I'm renting.
Minutes later I pull up into the driveway of the large house. A few of my guys are waiting for me as I hop out the car.
"Grab them," I demand.
They all nod their heads in approval and open the back doors.
I walk inside of the house and take in it's Victorian décor.
I head up that staircase and up into my bedroom.
I pack up all of my things and place them in my suitcase.
Tomorrow morning, I'll be back in the US.
Doniya's POV (Zayn's Older Sister)
I pull out my key and place it into the lock. I turn it and it makes a small clicking noise.
My grandparents aren't here right now. They took a little trip together. How cute...
I take a deep breath as I step inside, soaking in the feeling of being warm again.
I hope to hear movement from upstairs. But, I don't.
It's very quiet in here. Too quiet.
"Waliyha? Safaa?" I shout. I hear my voice echo throughout our large house and I receive no response.
I walk into the kitchen expecting to see my sisters sitting down. But they aren't.
I look towards the counter and an envelope catches my eye. It is white and is laced with gold. There's no writing at all on it. I slowly open it and find a sheet of paper folded in half inside. I open the paper and begin to read the letter inside:
Yeah, they are gone. Both of them. Sorry.
The DeSanta's have them, specifically Will.
They are going to the US tomorrow.
So I advise that you leave right now. Go and get Zayn.
You're welcome. xx
The DeSanta's have my sisters.
"FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!" I scream.
I quickly run upstairs and pull a bag out of my closet. I start stuffing random clothes in there and eventually zip it up. I run down to the basement with my bag on my arm. I open up the safe downstairs and pull out my money.
$5000 should be enough.
I quickly close the vault and run back upstairs. I grab my car keys and run out to the car.
I only left for a couple hours and this is what I return to.
My sisters are gone.
I run out of the house with my purple coat on making sure not to slip on any patches of ice. It's snowing like crazy outside.
I hop into my car and start it. I immediately stomp on the gas and see the house fade into the distance.
I need to get to the airport.
While speeding past several cars, I receive honks and I hear a couple people call me a dumbass. In return, I give them a fake ass smile and flick them off.
I clench my jaw and feel my anger boiling inside of me.
Fucking DeSanta's. They destroyed my family. They fucking destroyed it. They are the reason why I haven't seen my brother in the past 9 years. They are the reason why we have to live out in hiding. All because of them...
I make it to the ticket booth and buy my tickets with the cash I have.
One ticket to New Jersey.
I run to the security checkpoints and make it through those without any hassle. I run towards the terminal because it is about to leave in 5 minutes. I hand my ticket to the flight attendant and she gives me a small smile. I board the plane and sit in my seat. Then a thought hits me.
Hours from now I will be seeing my brother who I haven't seen in almost 5 years. I wonder if he looks any different or is he the same Zayn that I saw years ago?
Part of me is anxious to see him and the other part is kinda angry. I've only talked to him about 4 times in the past 5 years. He hasn't really even attempted to reach out for us. His blood.
I bite my lip nervously as the plane begins to rise off the ground. The last time I was on a plane was when my parents died. All my emotions from that day come back and hit me. I find my eyes begin to water and I bite my lip even harder in an attempt to hold back my tears.
I feel a pair of eyes burning holes into me. I look to the right of me and find a woman with sunglasses on just staring at me with a solid face. She looked very petite with black-brown hair.
Why the hell is she wearing sunglasses? It's fucking snowing outside.
I turn my attention away from the woman, but I still feel her starring at me.
"Can I help you?" I growl through my teeth.
The woman turns her head away and I sigh in relief. I turn my attention back to the window and watch as the plane flies through the clouds.
Out of the corner of my eye I see the lady have a smirk spread across her face.
"Fucking creep," I whisper.
"We have now reached an altitude of 40,000 feet," the pilot says over the speaker. "We should be arriving in New Jersey in about 6 hours. Just sit back and enjoy your flight."
I feel the lady continuing to stare at me and I try to ignore her annoying glare.
What the fuck is her problem?
I lay my head back against the seat and take a deep breathe.
See you soon little bro.