Chapter 27: 26

'Miroh' - Stray Kids

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Zayn drummed his fingers against the table. He was still waiting for Syra to come back. They had begun handing out the gifts right after she walked out, so his mum forced him to sit next to her. He had sent her a message telling her he couldn't join her outside right now and that they will talk later. She had yet to see the message.

He huffed under his breath in annoyance. If she hadn't seen it by now she obviously did not have her phone on her. Yet his mum had an iron grip on his arm, knowing that he wanted to leave. He tried to ease out of her grip but she glared at him, daring him to move.

"Ammi mujhe Syra ko bolana hai," he whined. (Mum I need to call Syra).

"Call her," she replied.

"She's not picking up so imma just go and bring her,"

His mother turned to look at him, giving him one last look before letting go of his arm. Zayn sighed in relief and hurried out the room, weaving through the throng of guests.

Why is this girl doing this?

He was baffled and a little frustrated at he behaviour. Right now it was her brothers nikkah so their problems had to wait. He huffed and shoved his feet into his shoes, before heading out to the garden.

Silence awaited him. It was peaceful. Too peaceful. He jogged to the end of the garden towards the tree, knowing she would be there.

She wasn't. Confused, he turned, his head swinging in all directions. What the actual fuck. Now she wanted to play games with him. They didn't have time for this.

"Syra," he said a little loudly.

No response.

"Syra, come on," he repeated firmly.

Unease swirled in his chest.

"SYRA," he shouted, looking wildly around him.

She's really not here.

"SYRA!" panic gripped his voice.

He ran back inside.

Calm down. She probably just went to the toilet. Or her room. Or the kitchen. Let's search the house, he reasoned with himself.

He yanked his shoes off, stumbling as her headed for the stairs. All the bedroom doors were open. He glanced into each: her parents room, each of her brothers rooms, the guest rooms, the toilet, her own room and even the motherfucking storeroom. Nothing. Nada. Fuck it.

He ran downstairs, darting into the rooms downstairs as well. Nothing.

Her phone.

Yes. He could track her phone. Even though she most likely didn't have it with her. Might give a clue as to where she disappeared off to.

He quickly fumbled for his phone, finding her location. His heart thumped erratically. She was moving a few streets away. But that was way too fast to be walking. She was obviously on some vehicle. She had left her wallet here so she could t have been on the bus as she didn't have her card. She can't drive. Unless...?

Despair gripped him. He leaned on the wall for support. His fucking nightmare. His past affecting Syra. No. No. His heart lurched painfully in his chest. He took big gasps of air, calming his state so he could think rationally. He breathed out calmly through his nose.

Right.

There was no telling anyone. This was on him, and hun alone. He needn't drag anyone else into his mess. Thank god his bike was parked at her house from before. Yes. He would follow her. And he was going to stay over so he had brought a change of clothes. Where he was most likely going, he couldn't pull up in a kurta. He checked his phone again, and saw she had stopped at an intersection, at a traffic light. He used this time to quickly change out of his clothes and wear his shoes. He hurried out to the hallway.

As he stepped out of her house, the arrow pointing to her location vanished. Zayn's breath caught in his throat.

They knew.

They knew he was coming. And this meant that they also knew where he expected them to take her, and that could only mean one thing.

They were taking her elsewhere. Some place he wasn't aware about.

Fuck.

He made an amateurs mistake. He logged in, which made them aware that he was online and tracking her. And of course they could access anything on her phone. He should have used a laptop of computer. So they didn't switch off her phone. He knew that because the arrow would just turn translucent and stay where it was, but move occasionally. They took out her SIM card, so there was absolutely no way of finding her through that avenue. Now he just had to rely on his knowledge from before.

By now, he had reached that intersection where they took her SIM out. He had to choose between going straight, left or right. He analysed the signs.

Left would lead to Ruislip, straight would go to Watford eventually and right to Edgware. He knew where the meetups in those areas were. But not for Ruislip. He didn't have a clue - he had never been there. He hasn't even heard anything from there, so he ruled that out. Not completely, but as a last resort.

He decided he would go right. Follow the road to Edgware. There would be traffic so he was going to have to bend some rules. If Edgware was fully checked and he didn't find her, then he would head North to Watford. But he barely knew anything there either.

He really didn't have a clue. He expected them to head the opposite way to Stonebridge - that area was overrun with these lot. Well they could be. Maybe the just came here to divert his attention. Came here just to switch off her location so they could send him faffing about North West while they headed to West.

That's it. He would need help. He would call his friends, see if they were up to it and send them to possible places. They could be reaching Croydon by now. South had a lot of them. But South Wast was practically overrun with them. It would take too long for them to reach East - so much traffic anyways. And North was dead. And for Central there were too many regulations and it was too damn expensive.

His mind was frazzled. He would never let her out her sight again.

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So it was decided. He was heading Southeast to Brixton etc. Mabdi would visit any known hubs around Northwest. Sajid and Majid would check Northeast. Anwar was already in East London and Ahmed would join him. Shahzad had already begun scouring through Southwest, but there wasn't much there so he'd move up to the West. Sami knew South like the back of his hand, he was positive she wasn't there but he'd double check and then join Shahzad. Kai and Reign would disguise themselves and mingle with certain crowds and ask for any news. Key and Ahmed were already heading towards him. No one knew Key, and he just gave off innocent and clueless vibes so he needed him. And Ahmad was familiar over here.

He knew by now that the large group that would be with Syra would have dispersed. Which was why the guys were positioned around the city. Obviously London was large and there was only a handful of them, but this way they could confirm those scums whereabouts and corner them, and quickly travel from town to town rather than one person legging it from opposite side of the city.

And he was going to get all of the bastards that were involved in this.

"Twist the knob, maybe," Ahmad suggested.

They found a rundown apartment complex and were trying to enter a side room which had tags spray painted all over it.

Zayn gave the knob another shove.

"We don't wanna break it, okay," Ahmad reasoned.

Zayn yanked on it. It opened easily.

"Not the first time I've tried to push open a pull door,"

The trio headed inside.

The hallway was dark and empty.

"You two wait here. I'll go ahead into the main room and give them a cock and bull story. If the don't kick me out within two minutes, go search the area."

"Okay," Zayn replied.

Zayn and Ahmad hid themselves in the cleaning cupboard just across from them, moving carefully among the mops and other equipment to avoid making noise. They waited in the cramped space for a few minutes before Zayn signalled to Ahmad that it was time to leave. As they made their way out, a card slipped onto the floor. Ahmad picked it up, brows furrowed as he read it.

"What does it say?" asked Zayn.

"Cent V,"

"What?!"

"Yup. Just says Cent V. Someone wrote it with a pen."

Zayn's inside turned cold.

He had been so utterly blind. So stupid. He's been sending his friends about London when she had been right under her nose. How could he have missed it? Suddenly he clocked why Rafael had gone AWOL. He had just been so intent on getting money that he missed the sudden increase in opponents. The rumours as well. Don't believe rumours straight away but ALWAYS find out who started them, and why. But he had just brushed them off. The old Zayn would have caught on instantly, but now he had thought he was untouchable because he had cut off his ties from before.

"Bro? You good? You've gone pale?" Ahmad said, snapping his fingers in front of Zayn.

"Vinnie," was all Zayn could muster at the moment. His mind was whirring as he connected all the dots and realised all the clues he had missed.

"I thought you didn't believe the rumours that he came back,"

"And that's where I went wrong,"

"Vinnie. Short for Vincent. He often went by Cent V as Vincent was too posh and Vinnie sounded too girly for him. I didn't look into the rumours. And they were true. Rafe did, and that's why he left, to let things blow over. He obviously expected for me to check into the rumours and take measures. And they had barely begun when he left."

"He has her, but where?" Ahmad sputtered out, shocked.

"She's at the brothel, of course,"

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"This is one God damn big building." commented Shahzad as they all stood around it.

Well technically not around it. In the bushes on the side. Zayn was the furthest from there, so the others had reached first and had managed to dismantle the cameras at the front.

"I doubt Syra is the only girl there, so I will need you guys to help me get the others out. Hopefully avoid calling the authorities unless one is us or the girls is injured until we are all safely away from them," Zayn announced.

He didn't want the police to come and arrest the wrong people. He and his friends could easily be dragged into this and the rest of the girls did not know who they were.

"What do we do?" asked Reign.

"Well it's not dark yet so they will most likely be in the basement. We head there as quietly as possible. And sneak them out. If anyone sees you, deal with them quietly and hide the body do it does not alert others.

There were a lot of guys in this building before, and now there must be even more. We won't be able to deal with them and get them out. Best not let them know if our presence. And if you must, do some acting."

The guys nodded and murmured in agreement.

All they had to do was sneak in and get them out. Easy, right?

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I stg if Wattpad don't stfu bout the Wattys I'll go insane. I cba to enter and all that shiz. Anyways, we are near the end of the story. The next book is about Shahzad, because his character was based off someone close to me. And the third book will carry on from this book. Kinda. I've got the storyline for book two and an idea for book three. Atm I'm writing really slow as I have exams coming up in November, but after that I'll set up a more constant pace. And just to let you know I'll be constantly editing this book - I only read over it once and that's it. Still needs ALOT of reconstruction but the story itself ain't gonna change. Anyways rant over and take care.

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