Zayn’s POV
“Are you being deadass right now?” The words slip out, sharp with irritation, as soon as I spot Banjo swaggering toward me with that smug grin plastered on his face.
“I thought we were done with this. You said you’d finally let me go,” I snap, my patience already wearing thin.
He chuckles, slow and mocking. “Did I? Hmm… don’t remember saying that.”
That grin only widens, and I can feel my blood start to boil. I run a hand through my hair, trying to keep myself from exploding.
“Listen,” I say, voice tight with frustration. “I’m finally getting my life back, Banjo. I don’t want any distractions. Let’s end this—for good. You want me to be your successor, but there are plenty of others who actually want it. I’m not qualified, and I don’t care to be.”
The smile fades from his f
