DRAG - [h.s. au]

23

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They say I did something bad

Then why's it feel so good?

Most fun I'd ever had

And I'd do it over and over and over again

If I could

It just felt so good

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TW: violence

BENTLEY

Harry left my apartment after a while because he knew I didn't sleep in the same bed as others, and I was falling asleep. I was grateful, I might have admitted that we were fucked but I wasn't ready to go any further. Commitment wasn't something I did too often, and I had already crossed the line by sleeping with Harry more than once and spending time with him... agreeing to only fuck him was another monster.

I had gone back on a lot of my standards when it came to Harry and we only knew each other for about two months. There was something about him that intrigued me and I was a curious person.

I realized there was something beyond physical attraction to us yesterday. Spending the whole day with him opened a lot of doors to his personality. He was funny, yelling at me over not listening to music or using syrup...

The way he made me feel when he told me he wouldn't kill me.

That I wasn't disposable.

It meant more than he could ever know and it made me want to kiss him. Everything he had done made me want to kiss him and I know I've said it already but I'm scared. He scares me because he makes me feel things I haven't felt before.

Plus, he made me squirt. I hadn't done that before and my legs were shaking uncontrollably even after he left.

It had been about a week since and we hadn't spent much time together because I was working all day. Allie being gone left a lot of work for Dorian and I, and the ridiculous California heat led to a ton of cars overheating. We were super busy and understaffed, but I didn't want to hire anyone else... it was a family business, I'd keep it that way.

Rumer called every other day to check in, but there was nothing to say. Harry and I hadn't done anything in terms of Luna and she was still gone. Nobody knew where. He had kept me in the loop about his own racing life since mine was still dead. He was in Russia now, for a huge racing summit and he was working with Niall. It was cold over there and they'd have to work on adjusting one of Niall's cars to suit the freezing roads.

Tonight was a big night.

I would be joining Harry on his hit tonight.

The target was someone I had never met before but I had heard of. Steven LePlein. He owned the car dealership which provided the vehicles the Lions raced with to the gang. It's how they always had the newest model, but it was kept under wraps. Any gang affiliations within the real world were kept off the books to protect the businesses, and a lot of the people who worked were forced into it under coercion.

I'm getting dressed, knowing that Harry is coming soon to come and go over everything with me.

I throw on my black pants, shirt and leather boots, tying my hair up in a ponytail and grabbing my gun and knife before the door is knocked right on time. I open up and Harry is there, wearing all black and his hair is slicked back.