"What's up homie?" My voice came out shaky as I asked Mike Henderson that question.
Be brave, Sabrina. You've contributed greatly in killing five people in total already, so facing this son of a bitch that owed you greatly wouldn't be that hard. I repeated to myself.
"I've been fine, homie," He said mockingly, pointing at the stool that I've just been. "Can I?" He asked.
Asking Zayn for approval, I looked at him, and he immediately nodded his head in approval.
"You guys down here for a drink?" Zayn asked, pulling me close to him by putting his hand on my lower back.
I could feel his protective approach to this kind of situation without him even talking.
The way that he slipped his palm on my exposed back and soothing It afterwards gave me a little comfort.
Just a little.
"Oh you know, it's a Friday night and I have nothing to do," Mike said, signalling the barista to come forward to him. "I thought that I'd bring my boys with me too. A shot of tequila please." He called out.
The barista didn't even approach us any further, he just went on and poured mike his drink. That short moment gave me some time to look at my back once more to see the 'boys' that Mike was referring to. I've seen them earlier, but I didn't realize just how big they were.
They're thrice my size for god's sake.
"You know what's funny?" Mike spoke, turning his head to face us.
Once neither Zayn nor I responded to that, Mike just continued whatever it is that he was about to say after that.
"Your cousin found out about that girl the night that you two broke into my house," He started.
Before he could even finish his entire sentence, the barista had already handed him his drink and had walked off to assist another customer.
This is the conversation that I don't want to have as of right now. I mean— talking about it eventually would be a mature thing to do, but I only came here to pick Zayn up.
I just want to go home and sleep.
"It's the reason why I'm here, actually. It's just a pure coincidence that you motherfuckers are here as well." He added, standing up from the stool with full hatred evident in his eyes.
After he said that, I could feel Zayn's hands tightening around me.
At first, I thought he was just threatened by Mike's sudden reaction, but when I noticed his tightening jaw and muscles, I knew that he wasn't just threatened.
He's angrily as well.
"Seriously, Henderson?" Zayn spoke angrily, stepping dangerously close to the culprit. "You're blaming this on us?" He added, letting me go.
Mike seemed angry as well, but he hides his anger with a mocking smile just to get under Zayn's skin.
"And here I was thinking that you don't know how to take a hint," He said, making Zayn seem more angry more than he already is.
Taking a deep breath, Zayn tried to ignore his anger and focus on his initial thoughts. Mike Henderson has the right to get mad at us for ruining his house, but he sure as hell doesn't have the right to get mad at us because we caught him cheating on his wife.
That was all on him.
"The only reason why I refused to tell her in the first place is because I want it to come from you," Zayn said gritting his teeth. "This is all your fault." He added being as calm as possible.
Mike chuckled darkly at that.
"Stop being so pathetic, kid," He said, looking at Zayn before glancing at me. "And next time you want to fuck each other, don't sneak in to my place. Get a motel." He added, judging me with his eyes.
Oh, no he did not.
This guy had the freaking audacity to judge me because I sneaked in with a single guy while he's probably going to undergo divorce.
"At least I could go with every guy that I want to fuck without cheating," I said, batting my lashes at him in a mocking way. "Did your wife find the evidence, Mike? Tell her to call me if she wants an alibi to file adultery charges on you. I'd happily stand on court and tell the judge how flat your ass i—" I added, but I didn't finish my entire sentence when Mike strode towards me and grabbed me by the arm.
The bastard needs to undergo anger management therapy.
I just wonder what he's going to do next.
"Bitch, you do anything to mess my reputation, and you'll see what will happen to you," He said looking down at me menacingly.
Like his boys, Mike was thrice my size. So if he ever lay a hand on me, I'd probably be down instantly.
But of course, I'd rather be beaten to death than walk away without a fight.
I'd want my life to end in my own conditions.
"Oh, scary," I mocked him, refusing to show any signs of fear. "You think I'm scared of you? Bitch?" I added, stepping closer to him until we're basically facing each other.
"Watch that mouth of yours, Monroe," He said pointing at my lips. "You're just another slut." He added.
And that was all it took for me to lose my cool.
Raising my fist in the air, I punched Mike with all the force that I have, hitting him between the nose and the mouth. My punch was quite strong, so he stumbles back a few feet backwards.
I wasn't stunned with what I did, I punch every person whoever tries to insult me. But when I glanced at Zayn, he had that expression that tells me what that I took him by surprise. Again.
When Mike was stable on his feet, he wasn't angry anymore.
He was furious.
"I don't like to hurt girls, but you asked for it, honey," He said, spitting out blood that came out from the scar that I left on his lips.
Zayn doesn't have to ask Mike twice to know that this is going to be the second time that we run away from him. He immediately walked towards my side and intertwined our fingers together.
"Boys, please teach her a lesson, and Include him as well." He ordered, and they all started moving to us after he said that.
Son of a bitch. I thought to myself.
"The police department isn't that far from here," Zayn leaned in and whispered in my ear as we backed away from the three men that were approaching us.
They were all calm as fuck, but they don't seem friendly.
"And how do you expect us to get away from these bulldogs?" I whispered back to him. "We're in a club, surrounded by people. There are several bouncers and securities in here, maybe we could get them to help us." I added.
"We can't, Sabrina," He hissed. "He owns this place." He added, making my eyes widen.
All this time.
All this fucking time.
"Why didn't you tell me?" I said, nudging him by the arm, pissed that he didn't tell me earlier.
"This is not the right time," He responded, gripping my arm really quick, ready to do something. "Now let's get the hell out of here."