18+| Mature. Viewer Discretion is advised.
☆It's 2009, in New York, the city that never sleeps. Two people reunite after loosing their loved ones and start to live their fantasy life of sex, drugs and romance☆
"Come as you are, as you were As I want you to be As a friend, as a friend As an old enemy"
✰ Translations will be put in the comments!
* Ramadan Mubarak bffs💋
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"Laisse là!"
I never knew two simple words could make someone so mad.
"Fils de pute! Change la manière dans tu me parle!" The man Harry yelled at, snapped, instead of untighing the rope, he tightened it around me tighter. So tight, it hurt to breath.
And that was Harry's last straw.
"Ferme ta gueule! Tas de merde." He barked thickly, kicking 'Patrick' in the nuts with his foot, when he got too close to me.
"Ah! Putain!" Patrick growled in pain.
"C'est ça que tu obtiens pour la touchée!" Harry kissed his teeth, watching Patrick come closer to him, he fished his hands into his pocket, picking out a pocket knife from it.
He threw it in the air once, before catching it and flicking it open. Before I could realize what had happened, he aimed it at Harry's face, no, like literally threw it. Luckily Harry ducked, just in time. I didn't, but it only missed my face by a centimeter.
Oh my god.
It fell right next to my feet, just as the other guy who was standing right in front of me was about to pick it up, I quickly used my foot to shover it backwards, Harry picking it up with both of his feet, throwing it up into the air, it landing in his hand, he then proceeds to use it to cut through the rope around his hands.
Just as he was about to cut mine too, he got interrupted when Patrick walked towards him with a bark, throwing a punch at Harry, but got interrupted by Harry's hand catching his fist into mid air.
Holy fuck.
I was still tied to the chair, Harry threw multiple punches at Patrick until he fell to the ground and blood started pouring out of his mouth. I quickly turned my head around, peeling my eyes off of them.
I wondered why the man who was standing in front of me never tried to help Patrick, until I realized, he was gone.
Where the fuck did he go?
Not wasting any more time, Harry ran towards me, the pocket knife resting in the palm of his hands, he cupped my face with his hands, scanning it with his eyes. "Are you okay?" He asked with concern, his eyes narrowing. I nodded in return, a tear escaping me and landing on Harry's hand, "okay? —good good." He murmured, wiping the tears off of my face with his thumb.
