Harry styles
Zarry smut ahead, you can skip if you like
It was four a.m. and I couldn't fucking sleep.
I'd been overthinking about the fact that I found that card on Hugo's pocket, and the way he admitted he'd killed one of Horan's strip club's girls. And I fucking hated this situation.
Catherine Horan was a tricky woman and now I just knew she had been the one who kidnapped Aaron, a small detail I recently discovered because Hugo had no idea where he was and he wasn't answering his phone or his door.
His stupid friends had been looking for him as if he would be missed. He was as useful as Hugo's no longer functional dick.
I didn't fucking care if they were dead or alive, well, I hoped Aaron was actually dead by now.
An eye for an eye... they killed one of their strippers and now they could keep Aaron, as long as they kept their shit together didn't dare to try anything stupid. With my father away, the last thing I needed was for him to come back to chaos.
He trusted me to keep things controlled, and as much as I wished I could shoot Cleo again and finally be done with this cold war between us, I knew I had to behave.
I knew she had probably already managed to get something out of Aaron with her sick torture. She was good, I'd heard enough about her ways and I knew she was a ruthless psychopath.
Which meant she'd probably know my family name was involved because Aaron was under my father's protection too. God help me, if I was the one in charge I would never protect those old fuckers who couldn't even properly type on their smartphones.
But Cleo's mother wasn't as dumb as she was, the way she renovated her late husband's business and managed to keep their name up high in the underworld of this city was quite impressive. The agreement was that each family should stick to their own dealers and suppliers, sell and provide to separate clients, and not interfere with each other's businesses.
I hadn't seen Cleo or any member of her family in two years now, which was quite impressive because we lived in the same city. Yes, it wasn't small and we were literally on opposite sides, but it made it easier for us to pretend we weren't dreaming about killing each other.
My father was too distracted by his young girlfriend now to remember what Marcus Horan had done to our mother. That stupid son of a bitch had killed her, his psychopath genes were certainly transmitted to Cleo. I would never forget...
And even though her father was dead now, she still had this pathetic fantasy in her head that he wasn't involved in my mother's death. Delusional would be an understatement and she was so fucking annoying, I had no idea how she didn't die the last time I shot her.
Seems like I'd have to try harder. I took a deep breath before I walked into my kitchen, turning on the lights before I made my way to the sink to the cupboard to grab myself a cup to drink some water.
Zayn was asleep in my room and I had no idea how he crashed as soon as we arrived here, when I got out of the shower he was already out and snoring slightly on my bed.
Apparently, this stripper he had been seeing was wearing him out, I wondered if he wanted something serious with her. I wasn't jealous, but it would be very fucking weird to see him dating someone given the life we had. Relationships were simply off the table... well, the many deaths I'd witnessed and also the ones I'd been responsible for were enough to prove that.
If you loved someone, it made it easier for your enemies to use it against you. It made you weaker and predictable... and being either of those got you killed.
