20. Zayn

I’m used to having eyes on me but they are usually eyes of high school as well as college girls, envious boys and admiring grandmothers not deadly eyes of murderous stoners.

‘What did you say Rodriguez?’ Seth asked. Bloodshot eyes warning me not to test his patience but I wasn’t going to heed to that warning.

‘I said I am not the man for the job, give it to someone else’.

‘I want it to be you’. He said calmly.

‘I cannot do it’. I maintained.

‘Why not?’ Tattered butted in.

‘I am not a killer’. I said, staring firmly at him.

‘That is why we are making you one’. He said like it was the simplest thing in the world.

‘Thanks for the kind gesture but I’m good’.

‘We insist’. Seth said, taking a drag from his pipe.

‘What? Now you think you are better than us?’ Tattered spoke, taking la