Permanent// H.S.

Chapter 11

Harry Styles~

Proditor is only proving to be a big pain in my ass.

Just as I expected, but the memories with Ashley from last night gave me a newfound energy. It was either that or just finally getting a normal amount of sleep.

I decided to spend most of my day in my office since I actually feel like being productive. I got ready, getting dressed in a black long sleeve button up which has my last name embroidered on above the pocket in white. I paired that with a pair of black jeans and just some Converse. I styled my hair, brushed my teeth, and walked out the door.

Making sure I take Ashley's note with me. I want to hold onto it, and the only safe way to do that is by locking it in a file drawer at my office.

I have been sitting here all day slowly losing energy as I work through documents of illegal transactions, captive reports, and other gang leader stuff... you know the drill.

The only good news is that it is getting later so I am planning on heading out in a minute to go visit Ashley and Ryan before I go home. I have Ashley's clothes with me as well as a lighter that I know isn't mine so she must have left it here by accident.

Louis and Liam stopped by earlier today and updated me with more news about Adam and his plot. Apparently he is pissed at the Zyan dude for getting caught, and just as I thought, threatened to kill him if he ever sees him again. So you're welcome Zayn-y boy,  I am letting you live while we get the information we need.

After another 45 minutes of work I decided to call it a night. Mostly because I am just wanting to see what Ashley is up to. It has been a long ass time since I have sought out a woman like her. I grab some more papers clearing my desk off, tucking the items away in my bag and slinging it over my shoulder.

I walk through the painfully modern office to the window facing Desperado Designs. Looking out the window I can see that their light is still on which makes me smirk to myself.

I head out my office flicking off the lights and shutting the door, activating all of the locks and making sure everything is secure.

I trot down the metal stairs, riding down the railings around the second floor which is something I have done since my dad first bought this place and made it headquarters.

I sneak out of the alley entrance which eventually spits me out onto the road that we share with Ashley's shop. I jog across the street as a car comes this way.

The closer I get to the shop the more noise I hear. It sounds like yelling, but I can't quite tell because it could be coming from somewhere else, it is New York City after all. Fights and shit break out everywhere, especially at this time of night. 

However, when I walk by the window and see Ryan attacking one of two grown fucking men. The sight of this lights something within me. 

I rush to the door and yank it open, the bell shaking wildly at the force. Ryan whips her head back to see who has just come in. Her eyes are filled with fear. "Harry! Harry, please! Help Ashley! They won't let go and I am not strong enough!" I a intense heat runs through my veins  Ryan's words set it.

I toss my backpack and rush up to Ryan, "Move away Ryan." I scold.

That is when I hear Ashley's voice "I am sure your mother would love to see the way you treat women. Yeah, I bet she would be real proud of you." In a mocking tone she says," awww big boy you don't like disobedient women... too fucking bad! Get your filthy fucking hands off me."

Finally the idiot in green notices me when I shove him to the ground. His eyes widen... clearly recognizing me. That's good, cause I have also connected the dots about the kind of man you are, buddy.