The Day I Left (Mob! Harrison Osterfield)

Ch.7

Your Pov-

We could hear the other car park, the ones that had our other men in them.

"Okay. Ready?" I moved my hand and told them to go. The windows were border up. It was abandoned, and with no cars in sight.

"Harrison and Y/n. The two bosses." A voice was heard almost soft, but it had a slight echo, like there were more than one person talking. Even though they had the same voice.

Speakers.

And that means cameras. I looked around, I found a very small one right in the corner of the door. But the speakers seemed to be nowhere.

"Hey! Up top!" Harry whispered to me. I walked back and looked. There with was four speakers one on each side of the roof.

"Look, just tell me what you want. Maybe I will give it to you." I knew not to believe this strange man. But with how long we were standing looking at things I had to make a plan. Well not really a plan, but... You know, go along with it.

"We heard you stole from Mr. Osterfield. We want that money back."

"Oh, yes. The money. Not what I thought you were going to ask for. But okay." I could practically hear his smirk.

"What else would we ask for?" Harrison was getting closer to the door looking dead at the camera.

"Well, I suppose yours and Y/n friendship." The guy paused. "Or maybe your relationship?"

He knew how to get to us. And he did. Harrison and I froze. Then looked at each other.

"How do you know about us?" I asked not very kind, considering he knows about me and Harrison.

"Well, that's for me to know, and for Y/n, to soon find out." He chuckled which turned into laughter. When it stoped I heard doors and windows open and shots fire.

"Go!" I yelled at our men. I worried for Sam and Harry though, with all of these guns, and I haven't been with them in years. I don't know how trained they are. That's when I saw it.

"Harry!" I screamed as tears spilled. I watched him fly backwards as a few bullets flew at him.

"Harrison! Cover us!" I screamed running as fast as I could to Harry.

Two was in his left arm. And one was in his stomach.

"Oh! Harry, please!" Sam ran to us helping me pick up Harry.

"Oi! Chad! Get the car!" He ran past us, full speed, him knowing if anything happened to Harry he was dead. I saw the black car pull up. We got Harry in it his head in my lap and Sam in the passenger seat. Blood was dripping from his mouth. Blood oozing from his wounds, and in my car. But I didn't care.

"You're going to be okay! I promise! Please, don't close your eyes! I am so sorry that I left and I couldn't stop this from happening. You guys being in a mob. And I am so sorry, that I believed a kid who said he was going to help me find my parents! And-"

"You're okay, Y/n/n. I know. It's over, everything is fine." He reached his hand up to mine and held it, as tight as he could. Which sadly wasn't much. I could tell the only thing we had to be worried about was his blood.

"How is he doing!?" Sam yelled as he tried to fight back tears.

"His wounds are fine, they are not in a spot were they can kill him fast, but hes losing a lot of blood." I put pressure on his stomach. He grunted in pain.

"I'm sorry."

"Quit apologizing." He hated it when I always apologized.

We made it fairly quick. It wasn't exactly a hospital, but one for Mobs. I pulled Harry out of the car with Sam and Chad's help.

"Get him in. I need to go back!"

"Y/n! You can't, what if you get hurt!?" Harry was already on a bed heading in the hospital, going into surgery, and Sam was now running to me, stopping me from leaving.

"As much as I hate it, Harrison is back there. And I can't leave him like that again. I. Am. Going. Back."

I pulled my arm from his and ran to the car and floored it back to the house.

Men were dead in the front yard, some were ours, but most were his, the guy who hurt Harry.

I walked in being cautious, then going down a lot of steps, looking at different hall ways, when hands grabbed me and pulled me into their body, putting their hand on my mouth to stop me from screaming.

"Shh, love. It's me." Harrison removed his hand and pulled me closer to him. His hands wrapped around my waist. I felt his chin rest on the top of my head.

"When we grow old, do you think our kids would septate us?" Harrison's grip on my waist tightened, pulling me even closer, if that was possible.

"Prince, I don't think they would be able to." I smiled as his head rested on my shoulder.

His hand moved to mine. Intertwining our fingers again.

"I'm so sorry."

"Now's not the time Harrison."  I said as I moved him away. Sliding to his right. I could see a man, walking forward. I pulled out my colt and put a silencer on it. A colt has always been my favorite gun, because of Russian roulette. My favorite game. I pointed it at him aiming at his head.

Fire

He dropped. Knees falling first, then the rest if his body. Those were always some of my favorite scenes. It kinda had to be after all I've been through.

"Come on." I grabbed Harrison's hand, pulling him to another hallway and hid. I heard a door open, and a man walked out. Him frozen in place, seeing the gun in my hand.

"You think being in a place like this, you would pull yours out." I shot him. "Guess not." I let out a soft chuckle. This really was some fun for me.

I pulled Harrison farther. Finally making it to a dead end.

"Left or right?" I smirked.

"What about left?" I looked at him and nodded. Why not?

As we were walking we saw it was a dead end.

"Well Harrison looks like you suck." I giggled, softly punching him. I started to run the other way, heading what would be right.

"Wait!" I heard him laughing and his foot steps. The more we ran, the more two big doors were coming into view and becoming bigger. I stopped, Harrison not far behind.

"Ladies first." I smirked using my hands to tell him to go first. He didn't look impressed.

"What?! You have to find them! Now!" We heard a man shout behind the doors. That's when it hit me. Can we take him on our own?

Yes

"Go." I whispered softly to Harrison.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk. Think you two are sneaky? I have cameras everywhere. Didn't think of that did you?" The doors opened for us. There he was. He looked familiar.

"Come in guys! I know your every move. I think I'm so much better than you!" I mocked him.

"Watch it beautiful. Or else you're gonna wish you did." He waved to two seats in front of him.

"Well? Sit." We didn't. "Did I ask?" He said more roughly. His voice almost as ugly as him.

"Maybe, I'll think about it." I couldn't hold in my sarcasm at this point.

He pulled out a gun. Pointing it at me, then shot next to my head, grazing my ear.

"Watch. It."

A/n!!

I didn't have wifi this weekend... Does anyone even read this???