Chapter 4

She is the perfect amound of chaos and peace.

                                                                -r.h. Sin.

                              | Z Y R A |

"Your lips look lonely would they like to meet mine?"

The fuck.

I turned around to look at the owner of the voice only to come face to face with the manwhore of the team. Logan Walker.

"Ex-fucking-cuse me?" I was already pissed after dealing with two assholes today and god just keeps adding in it.

"Are you a light switch cause you turn me on." He winked at me, still keeping his stupid pick up lines. I take he is not good in reading obvious facial expressions.

"This pick up line expired ages ago with your brain." I replied with a straight face.

In response his lips only tugged upward when he smirked, "Feisty, just my type."

The fuck is wrong with these people today!

"Say another word and my fist would do the talking." I warned my arms crossed against my chest and my one brow raised, challenging him.

Surprisingly, he had the audacity to laugh at my words, "I would love to see you try." He laughed again, challenging me. And, lucky for him, I am always up for challenge.

Before he had the chance to say anything else I took the opportunity of his unawareness and kicked him between his legs.

He shrieked in pain holding the area where I kicked him. I waited for him to stand on his feet and fight back but instead he just yelped.

"Warned you." I said casually ready to walk away when he spoke.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" He said with bewilderment. "It hurts like a bitch." He cursed.

"Was supposed to." I mumbled to myself. Obviously I didn't kicked him for fun so it was supposed to hurt like a bitch.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE!?" The very familiar voice growled, when my eyes met his I could see the fury in them.

"She fucking kicked me in balls." Logan cried in pain from floor. I know it isn't hurting as much as he is pretending to. I am trained and I know how much it hurts when I fight.

So, he is just being an over-dramatic bitch.

"I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF YOU!" He yelled his grey eyes focused on mine, the emotion of wrath clear on his face.

"KEEP YOUR MATES IN LIMITS, THEN."

"DON'T FUCKING TELL ME WHAT TO DO!"

"DON'T FUCKING TEST ME!"

"SHUT UP BOTH OF YOU!" It was Aleeza who screamed to be heard now. She was clearly done with our shit for today.

"Nobody hurts my team, Zee." He said his words indirectly directed to me as his eyes filled with rage pinning me.

"Nobody fuck with me and get away, Zee." I said using the same method as him while refusing to back down from the aggressive stare contest.

"Alright, you two, shut up." Aleeza shut us but no one from both of us was looking at her.

The look we both were sharing screamed how much we were loathing each other just in one meet. It is the way he boss around and think everyone is here to follow his orders. The fucking arrogance on his face was what pissing me off.

"Alright, who is she? I am curious." Crystal, standing at a fair distance from us questioned.

"She is Zyra, my best friend." Aleeza introduced.

"She is feisty." Logan commented from behind standing at his own feets now.

"And, you are a fucker." Shawn joined the conversation with his blank face.

"Love you too, dude." Logan rolled his eyes, his words laced with sarcasm.

"Okay, I am hungry." Flora disclosed.

"Let's have lunch." Aleeza announced and everyone nodded disappearing from the sight.

I started walking to walk past a furious Russo who was glaring at me with his blazing eyes. I've had more than enough drama in just one day. I am not in mood for more.

With the thought I was ready to walk past him when in ome swift motion, he pinned me against the nearby wall, his eyes furiously looking into mine and his one hand holding mine against my back.

It all happened so suddenly that I didn't even had the time to react. Leaning down his face closer to my face he warned in a low and dangerous tone, "Next time you better watch how you are talking to."

He was so fucking close to me, barely inches away from my face. I could feel his breaths fanning my cheek and my heart beating loudly against my rib cage.

I don't know what the fuck is wrong with me but I need to get away from him. I just do.

Putting me out of my misery he himself let go off my hands and walked inside to join the other people while I stayed there a minute to catch my breath.

I knew I was playing with fire since the moment I took the contract of stealing from Nicolas Russo, it was nothing personal. But now he has started to piss me off beyond the limits.

"Zyra?" Flora called, I looked at her. "Lunch." She reminded and I nodded following after her.

All 7 of us had lunch in silence at least that's what everyone thought because no one saw the way both me and Nicolas glared at each other murderously.

The lunch ended soon and I didn't bothered to stay another second once the lunch was over. Even Aleeza herself wasn't risking leaving me and Nicolas alone for a second.

"You do realise we are playing with fire here." Flora said from beside when both of us were walking home together after bidding bye to Aleeza.

"Trust me, Flo, we are going to be fine." I assured her even though I had my own doubts. But the plan I have in mind of keeping eyes on Russo's every move is definitely going to prove amazing.

"I do." She mumbled kicking the rock in the way.

"We've to visit the doctor, tomorrow." I reminded her and she just nodded in return.

Flora is suffering from lung cancer. She has never smoked in her whole life of 22 years but the amount of cigarettes his father had around her was enough to make her suffer for her father's doing.

She was 19 years old when we found out. It's been three years and we've been stealing precious things since then to pay for her treatment. Getting these kind of diseases treated is no joke. One can even sell his body parts and still lack the money.

But I am determined. I've to get her treated and I will. She is the closest thing to me I've as a family and I refuse to let her die. She has always been like a sister to me. She was there when I needed someone and now it's my turn to be there for her.

Because of the fucking cancer increasing speedily in her lungs we have to get her treated as soon as possible but the fucker Cillian is taking too long in payment. The diamond is precious, very precious. The payment we are getting in return can easily tackle the money obstacle in the way of Flora's treatment.

But I can't sell the diamond on my own. For sure that would be more profitable but for that we need a client and none of us know a client who can provide such huge amount in no time.

And, dealing with infamous clients would mean risking our identities that would end with bigger problems. We stole and we made enemies. No one got to know about how really I look and that's the reason we are safe and sound today.

And, I am planning on keeping it that way, for both of us.

Flora's phone rang wildly when we were a few steps closer to our house. We stopped as she picked the call. I waited patiently when she attended the call and once the call ended there was a look of excitement and wickedness on her face. The smirk on her face told me what I'd to know about the phone call.