MasukBRITTANY'S POV
The tour was amazing. I had no idea if Diego was being extra accommodating because Margie was here or because he was trying to make me feel better after falling sick. That was what I was thinking as he took round places in the club I had never seen. It wasn't just a club here. The club where I worked and Zayne lived was actually an underground club and it was the heBRITANNY'S POV Zayne continued to surprise me throughout the day. He insisted on cooking for me instead of having Penny prepare food for me. I decided to shower while I waited for him. As I did, several thoughts churned through my head and I was left wondering if I was dreaming right now. Without thinking, I pinched myself hard on one cheek. “Ouch.” I cried out in pain and then burst out giggling. ‘Yeah, I was definitely crazy.’ Why was I giggling? It wasn't like he said we were dating now. He didn't call me his girlfriend or anything. He didn't even ask officially. But then, I would be delusional if I expected him to go one knee with flowers and a fancy meal or something and ask me to be his girlfriend. That was never going to happen. It would be a str
BRITTANY'S POV Sun rays hit my face as my eyes fluttered open. I groaned lightly as I blinked severally and looked around. I was in my room and it was morning. Morning? It was night just a while ago…right? I moaned softly as I tried to sit up and something stopped me. I looked down and saw Zayne's head laying on the bed beside me. My eyes widened and my heart started to beat a little too fast. What the? Zayne…what was he doing here? When did he get back? Did something…wait…I scrunched my brows together and a few seconds later, my eyes widened in realization as everything came rushing back. The club…the guy who looked like a Maltese…my drink…drugged. Oh God. I breathed in shakily, a sound of relief. That Zayne had shown up when he did.
BRITTANY'S POV “I'm Marcel.” He was introducing himself. I let out a dramatic sigh and turned to him. Mar what? Maltese? Was his name really Maltese? Hell, I was tripping bad. I giggled for absolutely no reason. “That's a really weird name for a human. Is it because you look like a maltese?” I asked, giggling stupidly my words slurring. What the hell was wrong with me? I'm not a lightweight. I've tried almost every drink thanks to Margie even though I knew I wasn't good with the names. Margie worked at a club part-time for a while and she had us drink a lot, mixing drinks and all that whenever she was in the mood. I mean, she basically forced me to take alcohol more often than I liked. I built up a tolerance for it so I wasn't exactly a lightweight. I only st
BRITTANY'S POV He was okay. I should stop worrying, right? Now that I knew he was okay. But for some reason, it didn't exactly make me feel better. All I got was Diego's words and no confirmation straight from the horse's mouth. Not that Diego would lie to me. I had a feeling he knew how worried I had been this whole time about Zayne and that was probably why he came to me with the news immediately he got a call from Zayne. I did wonder if the reason the news didn't do much for my mood was because he said he wouldn't be back anytime soon. I should be relieved but the club had felt quiet without him. Even with Margie and Ria, how could anywhere have sounded quiet? But it did. It's been almost a month since Diego brought Margie to the club and since Zayne called. Diego assured me that
ZAYNE'S POV Fred was right. I had no idea if I was pissed off because someone else was right or about the fact that I really couldn't have done anything for her. I've been through shit these past week. I've been chasing down leads to underground hellholes, alleys, hidden tunnels, you name it. Anywhere at all someone could make a hideout and still nothing. I was bruised in places I probably didn't know yet. And I hadn't shaved or had a proper shower in days. I just got back from chasing down another lead at a club which was a front for gang activities. It was not just the gang I was looking for. Instead of Greg, I ran into another rival, but smaller gang. Hell broke loose and for almost a day, we were tied in a shoot out before we eventually squashed them.&nbs
DIEGO'S POV I immediately swiped right and took Zayne's call. “Hey, what the hell happened? I haven't heard from you in a week.” I asked anxiously. He didn't speak immediately and I thought I might have made a mistake. We still haven't talked about what happened when he asked me to leave the club. Was he still angry? Zayne wasn't the type to hold grudges or be petty about things like that. If he was still angry whatsoever, he never would have called. “I'm fine. I was busy. That bastard has been up to no good. I've been chasing a few leads but I still don't know where his hideout is.” He sounded pissed. And rightfully so. Zayne would definitely be most pissed about this whole situation. I didn't have to ask either to know that Greg was the ‘bastard’ he was referring to.&n
ZAYNE'S POV She didn't beg. No matter how hard I bit her, she just stood there whimpering and never begged for a second.I raised my head and stared into her eyes. Her eyes were shut tight and my eyes followed the trail of tears flowing down her face.My brows furrowed in frustration. Those fuckin
ZAYNE'S POVFor the first time in my life, I was confused. I was pissed off as well, but the anger I could relate to.I was always angry, though I never showed it. The confusion was a first for me.I was confused as to why her tears made me react the way I did. Seeing her crying made me uncomfortab
BRITTANY'S POV Penny already got everything I needed for a bath ready, so when we got to my room, all I had to do was step out of my uniform and get into the tub.I must have spent more than an hour there and I even fell asleep because of how exhausted I was and how nice the water felt.Penny woke
BRITTANY'S POVIt was ridiculous. That bitch literally controlled everything. Zayne didn't seem like a simp to me but who knew how he acted when he was behind closed doors with Barbara?This was all her way to keep on Zayne's girls. As if she was telling us to know our place and not even dream.But







