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All eyes turned to me. Gasps echoed and bounced off through the thick walls.
I could feel the fear exuding from them. They were scared shitless and wondered what the ruthless Italian mafia don was doing down here in all of these filths.
Frankly, I was disgusted.
The place reeked of marijuana, coke and weed. It hung very thick in the air. Most of the women here were either married, divorced or nursing mothers.
You could tell a broken soul when you see it; their homes and families forgotten just like their dignity and self esteem.
I was utterly confused.
How is Harry connected to the hacker?
Talking of the British brat, he turned to stare at me in shock. Words could barely escape his lips.
"Take another step and I'm gonna fucking blow your brains out." I warned, tightening my grip on the handle of my gun.
The dealer retreated back to his initial position at my threat. Panic skated over his face as he glanced at the three deadly men standing before him.
"Blade Armani," Harry mumbled and tried to regulate his rapid breathing. "Um, what are you doing here?"
"What kind of fucking question is that?" Franco asked. He was pissed at the teenager. Nico wasn't too fond of him either but he kept quiet.
"Hey! I wasn't talking to you, dipshit. And don't call me kid. I could satisfy your girlfriend better than you ever could." Harry gritted out through clenched teeth.
The boy's got some balls. Not afraid to say shit. His emerald green eyes had a certain pain reflecting in them. He hid it well.
It's like his forest is dark. The trees are sad and all the butterflies have broken wings. The skies are gray, mirroring the somber mood.
I know exactly what it feels like to have your soul shattered into pieces that can never be amended until a few years ago.
It still doesn't make my initial thoughts of him being connected to the hacker fade away.
I need answers. Now!
Harry's nerves were tangled up. He was fucking scared.
Fury blazed in Franco's eyes. He was furious. He wanted to kill the kid on the spot, but stilled his anger. "If Blade didn't know you or we didn't want any useful information out of you, I would shoot you in the damn dick and make a pretty necklace out of your intestines."
Harry flinched in fear. Franco smirked, a wicked glint flashing in his eyes.
"What's your deal Harry? Why hanging around here with this fucking hoodlums? A boy of your influential status wouldn't dream of stepping foot here." I asked, twisting my lips into a frown.
Everyone shivered in fear when the dealer dropped dead into a pool of blood.
I twirled the gun in my hand and turned to watch Harry's reaction at my questions.
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Bloody Hell
Romance[COMPLETED] Sequel to Blade. Love is messy, complicated and a bit challenging. Blade and Sienna's relationship is far from perfect. They both make a lot of mistake that threaten to cause a rift between them but they're stronger than they appear to b...
