Limbo [h.s]

10

Jaden Smith - Watch me 

"I hope you forgive my mistakes
Yeah, ride around with a renegade
You should take a seat, save your energy
I try to heal the gods with a band-aid
And in time of need, you call your enemies"

Chapter 10 Harry's POV

*Flashback – 2 years ago*

"Des we need to up our supply, we are getting more customers and I think we should recruit more guys. People are getting pissed off that their orders are taking so long."

I over hear the conversation as I make my way through my father's house past his office doors.

I'm guessing there's someone in there. The person who's talking sounds frustrated.

I can't make out who it is by the sound of their voice, but I know it's a man.

I don't know many of my father's employees and I'm not entirely sure what he does to earn his large sums, but I would bet good money on the fact that it's most than likely illegal work.

Well actually let's think about this for a second. It's my father we are talking about. Of course he's going to be tied up in something illegal.

He's probably laundering drugs or something.

The door to his office swings open and a series of shouts can be heard throughout the hall way.

"FUCKING HELL DESMOND, LISTEN TO ME! STOP BEING SO SELFISH FOR ONE SECOND AND HIRE MORE MEN TO GET IT DONE QUICKER. THE MORE WE SUPPLY THE MORE MONEY WE GET. WHAT DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND?"

"I'M SORRY, I WASN'T AWARE THAT YOU WERE MY BOSS. DO NOT TELL ME WHAT TO DO WITH MY COMPANY!"

"WELL SOMEONE SHOULD BECAUSE CLEARLY YOU'VE GOT YOUR HEAD SCREWED ON THE WRONG WAY! YOU NEED TO GROW UP DESMOND, WE AREN'T NEW TO THE INDUSTRY ANYMORE WE NEED TO STEP IT UP IF WE WANT TO CONTINUE MAKING MONEY".

Instead of a heated reply, the next thing I here is a loud bang that vibrates the wooden floor beneath my feet.

I instinctively snap my head in the direction of the piercing sound to see who fired the riffle.

As I turn my body towards the sound I'm faced with my father's aggravated face. His shoulders tense while grasping a single bullet gun in his firm hands with his forearm muscles flexed towards the figure that's now laying on the floor.

He must have seen me out of his peripheral vision because in an instant he snaps his head towards me. He lowers his gun and tucks it back into the small pocket located on the inside of his shirt.

My father clears his throat and starts to walk towards me as if nothing happened.

"Harry, I didn't know you were coming over, why are you here?"