[COMPLETED] 18+⚠️: Contains mature and sexual content // enemies to lovers
"I hate you." I repeated as I continued to walk toward her, causing her to touch the closed refrigerator with her back as she backed away. "I hate you so much that sometimes...
"There's no such thing as good money or bad money. There's just money. - Lucky Luciano
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"Damn it, what are we going to do?" yelled Liam, upset. "Chill, mate." Louis tried to calm him down, although you could tell he was just as worried as he was.
We fucked up after all.
"Remember? I told you we shouldn't make a deal with them! It was a bad idea." Liam ran an angry hand through his brown hair for the hundredth time today. His eyes were blood red probably from staying up late and the many drugs of course. "We had no choice or we never would have gotten the shipment to Australia." Louis barked back. The two are fighting since hours.
"Surprise, dumbass. The shipment never made it to Australia. The idiots got caught by the fucking FBI," Liam argued while throwing hands in the air. "How was I supposed to know they were that stupid? It's not my fucking fault!" hissed Louis between his teeth. "Yes it is," Liam hissed back. They were both about to have another staring contest and their stares were deadly.
I had already taken my anger out on other things and didn't pay much attention to their fight.
My wooden table lay in the corner of the room completely smashed. It was the remnant of my uncontrolled rage. Niall had been watching me with amusement and Zayn had been God knows where at that moment.
By now, however, he was sitting on the couch playing with a sharp butterfly knife while watching the boys with disinterest. "Get a grip on yourselves," he growled suddenly. It was the first time he had said anything today and we all turned our heads in his direction.
"Excuse me?" grunted Louis and Liam also started to snap at him. "Oh now the young gentleman wants to say something too? Huh?"
"Then the Australia deal just went down the drain. Whatever." said Zayn dryly. He brushed one of his hair strands out of his face, which always block his view because of its length. "Don't you understand how important that deal was? The Australian cartel was counting on our delivery," Louis explained with an incomprehensible look on his face.
"Yeah, well, it sucks. But in the end we can't change it," he replied shrugging his shoulders. Of course he was right, but that didn't help us in the least.
"I don't know about you, but I don't want to fucking die, dipshit!" Louis shouted, upset by Zayn's composure. "They'll shoot us if we don't sort this out," Liam now growled in Zayn's direction. We've been close to death many times, but getting into trouble with the Australian cartel could be our final end.
But Zayn didn't seem to be worried at all.
"Harry, what are we going to do now?" Niall now turned to me. I sat in one of the armchairs and stroked my mouth thoughtfully with my hand full of rings.
