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The blinding neon lights reading the word 'Toxicity', shown the brightest throughout the club. The letters perched against the far wall, taking up the entire expanse to let everyone know exactly where they were.
Hundreds of moving bodies shuffled around the two floors, grinding, stumbling, and chatting all while being encapsulated by the extremely thick air that reeked of alcohol and weed. The looming cloud created an illusion within every figure the moment they entered his club. The pounding music, fluorescent strobing lights, and gorgeously talented women that performed against poles made many believe that their problems didn't matter anymore. Had them entirely convinced that they had stepped out of the dangers of life to indulge in a tempting night of pure sin.
Not a single soul who innocently walked through the door knew of the dangers that lerk behind these walls. Dozens of men stand armed and ready at key points throughout the venue: the bar, two at each dancer's pole, four in the entrance to the coveted private rooms, and nearly six here with me now, the VIP Lounge. Harry has never slipped up, never let his real intentions behind opening this club roam free in the world. Few of the men who stand before me with guns in waistbands, actually understand just how involved they are with the kingpin of the mafia. The horny fuckers truly just want to get into the strip club for free every night, and if that meant protecting the women they lust after, then so be it.
My scene in this world as always remained low profile. I just so happened to meet Harry back in high school when secretly selling mom and dads pain medications and smuggling weed in through water bottles was our biggest risk. But now, now Harry and I have this sort of, as you say, Bonnie and Clyde type love. The kind that is dangerous, crosses every line to ever exist in the moral rule book and in physical laws, yet it's so right that even the universe keeps us together, completely throwing all forms of karma out the window. We are intoxicating, addictive, yet so incredibly pure and reveals parts of our hearts that we both believed were long buried.
"Mr.Styles, John Carrington is here to speak with you. Shall I bring him in?" Niall, one of our best men within the ring and best friend outside of all of this, called out to Harry. John is a man who can never seem to control his....urges. His longing stares at my tits and widened gaze at my ass, always seem to give away his sick little fantasies that flow throughout his brain, making me sick and in desperate need to shoot one of my own bullets right through his fucking skull. Which evidently is his fate tonight.
Liam let us know two days ago that John had failed a pivotal heist this last week, resulting in the death of two of my favorite women on the team and in my personal life. He definitely has some nerve to show his face at our club. And he has even more balls to stare Harry right in the eyes, knowing that he has longed for me in a way that has left many a men and women with sliced throats.
"Send him in." Harry's deep voice calls out to Niall over the music, resting his hand against the bare skin of my thigh. My dress tonight was rather short, making him have easy access to whatever he wanted at any time. His cool rings felt lovely against my heated skin. I rest my own hand on top of his, giving him a reassuring squeeze before this fool walks into our presence with some poor excuse of begging for his life. Silly man knows he can't win, but it sure will be fun to watch.
"Styles! Y/L/N! So great to see you two again! Matching outfits? I love it!"
Oh he's absolutely dead.
Every trace of the sweet Harry that usually is around me in the privacy of our home or alone time was gone. His posture was impeccable as he clenches his jaw, and tightens his grip against my skin in a protective manner. I am very capable of handling myself, the pistol resting in the band of my thong proves so, but there will always be more of a danger that I am a woman in a mans world, leaving Harry with this intense need to always protect me. I appreciate it greatly.
Harry reaches his free hand out, signaling for John to take a seat in the couch adjacent to us. The dead man walking shuffles his way over to the seat, immediately obeying Harry's commands in a pathetic attempt to submit and show his loyalty. I scoff a bit, leaning forward in my seat to scan over the man. His confidence was fake, faultering in the way his eyes shifted around while his hands began to fidget with his own rings. Clear signs of nervousness and deceit, which so happen to be the two things that piss Harry and I off the most.
"Miss Y/N, you look...lovely as ever-"
"Don't fucking talk to her." Harry cuts the man off with a guttural growl, keeping his intense eye contact cutting through John's pupils. His gaze wandered, proving my theory of not being able to control his urges, resting them on my tits.
This man truly wants to be dead
"You want to betray me, come into my place of work, and now fucking harass my girl? Tell me John, do you have a death wish?" I could hear the violence that was threatening to break through his voice, but Harry doesn't crack. His demeanor remains calm and dangerously quiet, making it hard for even me to hear him over the thumping bass of the music below.
"I-I- Styles, y-you-"
"I fucking hate stuttering. You want to fuck my girlfriend, huh? That's what I hear around. Just the other day a little birdie told me of a certain....statement you made. Why don't you tell me what that statement was, and maybe I'll spare your life..."
I widened my eyes, quickly returning them back to normal to try and hide the fact that I all of sudden had no clue what was going on. I knew John takes glances at me, many do, but I was not informed that he made actual comments about me to others. All men really are dumb as shit.
"I don't know what you're talking-"
"BULLSHIT!" Harry's hand slams on the table in front of us, sending a large crack to break ontop of the glass marbling. John scoots back further into the couch, cowarding away from his actions like a little child who is being chastised by mommy and daddy.
Harry whips his gun out from his holster, pointing the end of the barrel directly between the eyes of a terrified John who is now very much regretting his words.
"You get one more chance. Why don't you tell my girlfriend what you said about her? If not...." Harry pretends to shoot his gun, making a soft *phew* sound with his lips in a taunting manner.
God he's hot as fuck like this.
"Y/n, I'm s-sorry, but I said that...ummm-"
"FUCKING SAY IT OR SO HELP ME GOD!"
"OKAY! OKAY! I said I wanted to bend Y/n over the railing of the second floor and fuck her..." I laughed, watching John's tears fall from his eyes. How much of an idiot could he be to say something so gross about me, and think Harry and I's loyal men wouldn't come and inform us.
"The actual words were, "fuck her into oblivion", if I'm correct. And I'm correct? Right John?"
"Y-Yes, I'm sorry-"
"You objectify my girl. You insult me, and betray me, failing this entire team. I'm the only one who gets to fuck her into oblivion, mate. And don't you ever fucking forget that." I smirk in my seat watching Harry lean forward toward John before snapping his attention over to Niall. "Niall, since John always has something to say....take him down to the basement and cut out his tongue."
Harry rises from his seat, picking up a frantic and sobbing John by the collar, raising him with ease to meet his full height. "Maybe next time you'll remember I don't fuck around, especially when it comes to my baby. Take him away."
Did you guys miss me ???? Sorry for the wait but I was finish up Junior Year and now Senior Year is a pain in my arse
