Hells Angels- HARRY STYLES

Chapter 5

It's now Tuesday, 4 days since the bbq and I'm still pissed at Louis. Mitch keeps insisting that we'd actually be good mates if I gave him a change but I don't see that happening any time soon. Im on my way into 'work', I wouldn't really call what I do a real job tho, it not being that hard in the first place. I'm the owner of a security guard business that get hired by random other companies to watch whatever. My motto is 'I won't ask questions about what we'll be guarding if they don't ask me about how I handle the problems and pay me on time; and that seems to be working out quite well so far.

As it's only 6:30am I'm the first one here as usual. I take my bundle of keys all on the same lanyard out my pocket and head to the front entrance of my fairly big wear house. As always, I check around me before walking straight to the gate. Don't want any surprise visitors when my backs turned.
Like groundhog dog the whole place feels the same as every other day. I only really come in when I have to sign forms or keep my guys in line.

Walking through the open space I double check what my paper work that tells me what will be delivered today and that's getting collected. This being a little side business I have going where I charge my clients if they want for me to store any precious items in the warehouse, from money to cars and more I'll store it professionally. No funny business. Oh I almost forgot, I also traffic drugs.

I know I know, typical the big scary biker traffics illegal drugs through different countries, but it makes a hell of a lot more money than just the security business. I started up my company with security first and as the years went on I got bored and started this. What I also love about my job is that because I do such a great job, my clients are scared I can fuck them over whenever I please meaning I get as many free drugs as I want. Happy days.

I hear foot steps from the other side of the warehouse right on time, our newest fresh face employee Timothee. Bless the lad he's only just turned 18 and this is his first job. If his dad wasn't such a good customer I wouldn't have him in the first place but I thought I'd thrown him a bone and see how he copes.
He's a lanky lad like me but a bit shorter. He's got dark brown curly hair and has normally got a pretty good taste in clothes. Today I'm not so such.

'I'm sorry mate, what the fuck are you wearing?' I can't hold back my laughing, having me hunched forward with my hand on my knees laughing as I look down at this lad wearing a white all in one jump suit with what I think is just a shit load of paint spattered all over it? I mean come on, he's just begging to made fun off!