The Styles

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Harry's angered footsteps could be heard throughout the large hideout. He was beyond pissed. As he passed through the halls several men jumped out of the way, His men knew not to get in his way. it wasn't often he was this angry and when he was everyone knew hell was going to be rained down on someone.

One of his many employees of you wanted to call them that, had made the stupid mistake of going beside Styles back. Joey Martin created a whole group of his own followers before being found out. Harry ordered Joey's men be killed, but to leave Martin alive. He had a plan for the backstabbing bitch.

The young mob boss wrenched open the door that led to the Interrogation rooms, where his newest victim lays in wait. "Open the damn door Grey," he spat. This time waiting for one of his men to open the next door. The tall blonde quickly followed orders. This was not the time to mess with the boss. overlooking his fear grey voiced something.

"shes not ready boss, I suggest waiting until she breaks,"

Harry turned to his employee. "fine, call me when she ready," with the short reply he stormed away.

Angel sat in fear. Bruises and cuts covered her body. It wasn't anything she wasn't used to. Her father made sure she knew what true pain felt like. This didn't mean she wasn't scared about what was going to happen to her. She was only 16. This whole mafia thing was relatively new to her.

One thing she did know was that she was kidnapped and had tried at least ten times to escape. Each time ended with her having another bruise or the guard feeling bad so he'd lead her back to the room without hurting her. no matter how hard she thought she couldn't rack her brain for a reason why she was kidnapped. last she knew her father was on good terms with the mafia boss, she hadn't even met his so it couldn't be something she had done.

The nicest one of the guards at the underground hideout as she guessed, his name was Michael. She learned his name when he switched with the next guard. no other words were said around her. pure torture in her opinion. angel couldn't sit still for more than 10 minutes let alone be quiet for that long. how the guards did it all while holding a 30-pound gun.

She noticed how every three hours a new guard stood at the large metal door with 5-inch thing glass in a small window. She guessed that it was probably for high security. Why was she here? She wasn't a security issue right. She was just on her way to school when she was jumped.

At least three of them surrounded her. One used some sort of drug via a syringe to render her unconscious. The other two simply caught her and threw her into the van they had. that alone gave her a sprained wrist and several bruises.

she tried to remember their faces or anything on them. she groaned from where she sat on the concrete floor. she couldn't remember anything beyond the pain of the drug being forced into her. it was useless. the tall girl resorted to looking around her cell. it wasn't much but it was better than sitting in worrying about when she would be killed. which was probably soon anyway.

her cell looked about 4 feet by 4 feet, with high walls and a boring grey ceiling with large bright lights in strips along the whole of it. in her time here they had never switched off, making Angel's head burn. artificial light gave her headaches after too long.

after a long sigh, the redhead willed herself to get up. it was no use sitting on the floor for hours and studying the room got boring very quickly. she walked over to the door for what must have been the 20th time that day or night she couldn't tell. she brought her none injured hand up to the glass hitting the thick material as hard she could.

the current guard turned to look at her but quickly looked away. "oh come on, I haven't done anything. cant you just talk to me for five minutes?" she waved her hands about. "it so boring in here, please," after the guard didn't turn she screamed. "I haven't done anything I swear," tears rimmed her eyes. the gravity of the situation getting to her. "please," she cried again.

she hit the glass as hard as she could. screaming and crying as she did. she'd broken. it didn't occur to her that in the hours before they had let her out on purpose just to let their anger out on something. there was no way she could have broken out of that cell without the cruel guards letting her.

"she's ready for you boss,"

angel stopped hitting the glass at hearing this. what did he mean she's ready for him? was this where she would die. murdered in a small cell by her own father's leader. she could almost hear her father laughing at her.

"serves you right. I finally got rid of you. useless piece of shit,"

shacking herself angel drug her body to the corner of the room. Purley exhausted she gave up.