Verbatim [h.s]

Fifty-Three

4 Years Ago

August 1st

Harry's POV

Verbatim was heaving tonight. The place was filled, shoulders to shoulders. I didn't quite like it when we got like this, I felt like it took away from its authenticity of being an exclusive club for gang members. Not that these people weren't gang members, they all were but we had extended the password invitation out to a few more gangs in London and it seems they must've been very excited to be invited to Verbatim that they've all shown up.

Stood in my usual corner off by the side of the stage, I stood with a glass of whisky in my hand overseeing everyone. I have bouncers to do that job, I had taken Lambert off the door tonight to keep surveillance of the floor and put one of the others on the door. I trust Lambert to take no bullshit, and so I know if he sees anything dodgy or out of the ordinary then he will sort that shit out. I actually meet his eye on the other side of the room, he nods once as do I before we move on, still watching the crowd.

The thing with coming here is that if you're going to be taken some product, some cocaine, ecstasy, smoke a little weed, then it has to be our shit. Most of the smaller gangs in London do deal for us, so it usually isn't an issue. But some of them do get their our produce from outside of the city, as we own all the ports available, and try to make a name for themselves. To say they don't quite match up to the 666 would be reasonable. So one thing we mainly check for on the club nights, but especially tonight is the little rats that try to get in here to sell their own products.

However, so far tonight we have had no trouble. We have had a constant flow of people, drugs and drinks. The rapping on stage has been consistent with only two brawl breakouts. Currently, Louis and Niall have taken centre stage. Niall nor Louis don't rap often, just when they get drunk enough or bored enough. And well they're both up there right now battling it out whilst Zayn DJ's to the side. Louis isn't much of a rapper, actually I barely ever see him rap except when he does with Niall like this, and he's not awful but I don't think he should be planning a career out of it anytime soon. I look over the sea of people looking for Liam and I'm not surprised when I see him at the bar with two women flanked on either side of him, Tim stands behind the bar seemingly in a deep conversation with Liam.

I squint my eyes watching them, whatever they're saying to one another looks intense and before I can take a step towards the bar my path is blocked. I look down to see a blonde girl stood in front of me, her piercing blue eyes looking straight up to mine with a flirty smile covering her face. She twists a piece of her long hair in between her fingers whilst she eyes me. Looking up and down my body, eyeing the tattoos I know are on show through the open buttons of my shirt and rolled-up sleeves. I had my own long hair tied back tonight in a bun but she spies that, cocking her head to the side to look at it more.

I smirk at her, flashing her my own flirty grin, making sure to pop one of the dimples that makes all the women swoon. Trust me, it's their weakness.

"Whatcha doing over here all alone," I say to her in a low menacing voice. "Didn't your mother ever teach you not to talk to strangers?"

She laughs a little, the noise is high pitched and annoying, instantly I'm turned off but one look down at her body and well... I could make it work.

"She said if they're hot enough, the rules don't apply." She places one hand on my chest, caressing her fingers through the light feather of hair there.

"Hmm... what if I was a serial killer? What would you do then?" She has no clue who I am or what I can do. What I have done. Killing people? Check. But this is just a part of the fun, they see a dark and dangerous man and are suddenly soaking their panties. Makes no sense but is totally true. and it works in my benefit because it gives me something fun to play with for one night.