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Chapter fifty-six

Olivia's POV

It's so terrible to be in this position, and not only because of the fact that I am again in a death or life situation but because I'm with Zayn. I don't want nothing to happen to him and the minute he shuffled me behind him I know that whatever will happen, will happen to him first and for some reason that hurt me so much and overwhelmed me with fear.

With a thudding heart and sweaty hands I'm taking steps to walk in front of him but he snapped quietly, "Stay the fuck back, bambi." struggling to hold me in place.

"No." I mutter, I can't let him do this, so freely ready to die for me. Zayn raised his eyebrows surprised at my sudden attitude.

Then everything happens fast, the men walked closer all cunning looking and armed but Zayn noticed someone and relaxed.

I was surprised that no one killed us yet, surprised but thankful.

The bald head that belonged to Max peeked out and walked closer to us from the small crowd, giving the men a sharp look.

He stood near to Zayn.

"Get her to the safe house but don't make it suspicious. It's me they want, they still don't know about her, only our circle." Zayn ordered lowly, looking around. Max nodded and was about to grab my hand but Zayn stopped him with a hard nudge of his shoulder to get his attention. "And Max. If you do anything wrong or touch a piece of her hair.. You're dead. Liam is informed, if I don't come out alive from this you'll hand her to him or he'll haunt you down."

Wait.. What does he mean if he doesn't come out alive?

Before I can protest and interfere Max holds my arm I tense, "I don't want to go." I told him sternly but glance to Zayn. His stance is relieved because he could save me, I don't know whether that is good or bad.

He's not looking at me, he never once did.

"I won't go Zayn." I exclaim slowly again but Zayn doesn't blink and I was about to touch him hadn't he yanked my arm away and pushed me back, I stumbled and gasped while his stare is glued to his feet."I want to stay. Let me stay." I go for a different approach. I'm asking him to do this for me.

"If you do this I won't forgive you." I blurt out. I was determined to grant him forgiveness for everything.

Earlier when he kissed me and turned to how he was the whole time since he hurt me I saw how he relaxed because of me, so I wanted to ease some of his stress he always seems to carry. But not if he keeps ordering me and thinking he knows what's the best. I would never forgive myself if something happens to him, I wouldn't survive with that thought, without him either. His arms folded over his chest, his eyes were narrowed at me, slightly softening but he turned around and I knew that whatever little softness he had was gone now.

I'm moved harshly to the side by Max I squeak for him to stop it but he doesn't until we're a bit more secluded. None pays us attention.

This dark parking lot was crammed with cars and most wanted criminals.

They attack him suddenly, he's quickly countering, dodging and throwing hooks from left to right, my hand grasping my chest fisting the dress to find some calm but I'm quite relieved Zayn skills are on full show.. Until they have him in a choke lock after six or seven of them hold him by his arms and legs all I can do is stare horrified until I want to stride to him but Max holds me back while I'm hysterical and petrified.

Strike after strike of hard blows from punches makes his head bounce back continually, loud shouts escaped his bloodied lips and he isn't even allowed to defend himself against so many men charging at him.