Chapter 27
Zayn’s POV
I quickly make it to the other side of town; cabs here don’t really respect traffic so as long as they’re getting you there in the least amount of time possible, nothing is illegal. I turn the corner of the street I wrote down back home and find the abandoned bar Rick told me about. Rick is my only other friend that I still trust other then the guys, he’s not really role model material but he knows how to have fun.
I open the front door only to find myself in what seems like the real abandoned bar, my eyes flicker to a symbol much like the ones in Harry Potter used to represent the different houses in Hogwarts. The same symbol I sketched on the piece of paper with the address on it. I creep towards the door with the symbol on it all the way in the back of bar, trying not to make any noise but with the first 5 steps taken all you can hear is a gunshot. As the bullet combs over my quiff I stand still eying the shooter. I’ve don’t this before but never has anyone taken a shot at me, I’m always warned with a blade pinning onto a wooden table or the sound of a loading riffle. Taking into account this is London I shouldn’t expect any less.
‘What’s your business here Mr. Ma-Lik?’ asked the old man accenting my name into 2 separate parts.
They know me… fuck that they probably knew me the minute I turned the corner. My dad has a history of…well let’s just say things I’m not proud of. He’s the one who led me down the path of a bad boy even after he had abandoned my mom and me.
‘Don’t worry…umm…gramps. I’m not here on my father’s behalf.’
‘Ain’t that right, haven’t seen your father since 2 months ago. You may be his son but no one’s saying you’re here for something he did. I know better than most that you’ve done things all on your own. Now…’
he continues slowly making his way to me, riffle in hand.
‘…why are you here Zayn? And don’t tell me you need my or his help because we had an agreement. Unless you’re living in ruins and the rest of your family is dead I suggest you leave.’
‘Why is that you always have to think I’m up to something bad? And if the rest of my family was dead I sure as hell wouldn’t come back here. And just in case your mind isn’t in the right place we aren’t back home, we’re in London, why would I come all this way to see you or him when it’s a phone call away?’
‘You have your ways Zayn, did my grandson tell you we were here? That little bastards gonna here from me…’
‘No one told me, I found my way. Ive been through this before haven’t I? Now can I please just talk to him so I can leave? I need a favor but it has nothing to do with what I’ve done and I can assure you my intentions aren’t in it for drug use, I let that go about a year back.’
‘Now Zayn, I admire your father very much, and I see a bit of him in you…’
I make a sound of disgust as he continues.
‘I know you both have a good way of playing with words but let’s face it kid, you suck a lying. And I don’t think you are. So I’ll let you see him, but don’t do something stupid cause I’ll be here on your way out. That shoot to your tornado hair was practice…’
I walk over to the door not looking back or making anymore eye contact with Rick’s grandpa, Benny is name, I think.
Once in the room I’m surprised to find a four wall structure, no holes, or smell of liqueur, just a simple office space.
