Malign Disposition [H.S]

Atlantic City - part 3 - Chapter 46

Harry

Now this was just way too much. Who in their right mind is going taking the time out of their day, in attempt to toy with us?

Well Louis of course, I never really pegged him for much of a mind games sort of person. That's my thing.

That same eerie jazz music was playing quietly and faint, leading from upstairs. The song was giving me a headache, they really should've picked a better tune in my opinion.

There was just a few things that did not seem to add up. I was very confused as to how Louis found out that we were in Atlantic City. We made sure to be very well hidden and under the radar, but he somehow ended up finding out. It did make things a lot harder for us, we were supposed to catch him by surprise, instead he seems to have a surprise for us.

This was such a pain in the fucking ass, I really just wanted to kill them all and get back to the hotel so I can fuck Marley hard into the mattress. It's all I have been thinking about and of course Jeneva's phone call had to ruin that for us. I highly doubt whatever she had to say was important.

She always does this, every few months or so calls me from a new number to try and profess her love to me. It's all bullshit and I see right through her, she doesn't even have a chance with me anymore I have my eyes on someone else.

Marley was driving me insane tonight. The way her tits sat perfectly in that dress, cleavage all on display for me, her long legs exposed. It was very fucking hard to contain myself. She doesn't even realize what she does to me. She walks around clueless meanwhile I'm constantly trying to cover up my hard on.

But honestly, that's not just the only thing I want. I want to go do our little thing again. It's what she called it. I want to take her to more spots that I like to call my safe places, and ours is near water. It's always been.

Before Mar even stepped foot into my life I was completely closed off. Sometimes I would even shut the guys out here and there because even though I was constantly around groups of people, I still felt so alone. It made me feel dreadful and there was with heavy load of impending doom resting on my shoulders. I felt like I was never going to be able to escape it or shake the feeling I had.

That was until I started to get to know her.

Of course I didn't fucking want this to happen, I was never one to catch feelings or be so compelled by somebody in my whole life. I told myself countless times that I wasn't going to open up to any other person emotionally ever again. I told myself I wasn't going to fall into that trap, but she has this special little effect on me, so here we are I guess.

A real fucking charmer she is.

There is something about her that feels so familiar and close to home but I'm not quite sure as to why. We grew so comfortable with each other in such a short amount of time, I'm never one to open up. But I did with her, and my confessions and personal details that I tend to keep completely locked away, rolled easily off of my tongue when it came to her. I wasn't scared to tell her anything, she makes me feel safe. So I'm going to keep her safe, I owe her that much.

I need to keep us all safe for that matter, even if that means I have to put myself at risk for every single person in Vice. This is a gang, my gang. Of course there will be deaths but I like to keep them to a minimum. It rarely ever happens because my men and woman are trained by the best of the best and we know what we are doing.