~* Bad decisions make great stories *~
A Harry Styles dark romance that explores the intricacies of mental health, morality and sexual attraction. Enter a world of sin, opulence and crime.
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It started and ended with the wind.
She was a hurrican...
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"If you wanna start a fight You better throw the first punch
Make it a good one."
The Good, the Bad and the Dirty - Panic! at the Disco.
My office door closes behind Evan with a soft click and I release a frustrated breath before composing myself and turning to face Matt. He is still sprawled out on the couch and looks about as impressed with the situation as I feel. At least he finally appears to be taking this seriously.
"So Bossman. Thoughts? Feelings? This is a safe space to share." Ok maybe he isn't. I stamp down my annoyance and remind myself, not for the first time, that he is my oldest friend and one of just two people in existance that I trust with my life. It's just an unfortunate coincidence that he is also the most irritating bastard I've ever met as well.
"Get Eli straight on background checks for all of them, including the girl." The girl. She is a problem I had not anticipated. Now, on top of strangers entering my ranks, I have babysitting duty as well. I trust Tink to keep her out of my hair - and to stop her from causing any issues in the club - but something in my gut tells me she is going to be problematic. Most likely because I do not, can not, trust Evan - and she is merely an extension of him and his shit band.
My gut instinct is rarely wrong. You don't survive long in this world if it is. The question is: how to move forward with the situation? I could just make them disappear. However, I am cautious and would never do that without knowing more about them and who might come looking for them if they went missing.
Still, there's a foreign, uncomfortable feeling in my stomach that I can't entirely dismiss. I study and read body language and it does not take a genius to tell that the girl is scared of him and everyone else around her. I make a mental note to talk to Eli about her when he returns. I may have questionable morals, by societies standards at least, but I do not tolerate abuse of any kind and that girl is a poster child for battered women.
"Already on it Bossman. They're from Brisbane - moved down here about two months ago. My gut says don't trust him and his little cronies. Haven't quite made up my mind about Adaline though." If I didn't know better I'd say that Matt looks and sounds concerned about the tiny girl. Not our problem to solve - I just want to know what kind of people I have just gotten myself involved with.
"I don't trust anyone." Three loud knocks on the door followed by the sound of it opening anounce Eli's arrival - he and Matt are the only two people who can simply walk in whenever they like. He strolls in with confidence but his face is contemplative. Tonight has certainly given us all pause to think. He smirks at my words though and raises a questioning eyebrow.
"Don't trust anyone, hey boss? I'm hurt, truly." He holds his hand to his chest as though phsyically pained and I roll my eyes. He has been spending far too much time with Matt.
