Perish {H.S}

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3 days later....

Harry's  pov.

Sitting in the car outside of the club, I pick up my phone once I see mason answer. "Is it done?" I ask and he hums in response. "Whats the address?" He asks and I huff before I inform him of this pricks information  for the third time today. "His name is Greg munrro, he's twenty three years old and he lives at seventy eight Park state terrace. He's tallish, medium build, white, black hair and he has a tattoo of the words 'Get Some' on his left wrist. Don't fuck this up mas, I need it done. Send me the video when your finished." With that, I end the call after a few more back and forth yes and no questions.

Greg has messed with the wrong fucker this time. I heard about his poor mannerisms and lack of loyalty before, I guess I'm the mug for trusting him.

He's in debt of over £500,000 of mine and I want my fucking money back. Maybe I was wrong for threatning MJ a few days ago.

Maybe not?

He seems to have got the message and maybe alittle to well. It turns out nobody has seen the snake for three days now.

Seeing the state of MJ's face that night was horrible. I've never wanted to kill someone so bad before.

What?

Just because I dangled the girl from a roof top and may have caused her a few mental scars, doesn't mean it doesn't infumigate me when I get word back from a reliable source that She had her face busted by Greg.

There arent many rules in this field of work. I mean, I launder money and exacute people for a living, but there is a rule I always stick to. Never hit women.

Talking of executing. I've not 'killed someone in a while.

Your loosing your touch.

Shut up!

I may have threatened MJ myself, but I'd never physically harm her. If needed be, I'd have sombody else do that for me.

I'm getting the feeling she really has nothing to do with gregs cleakness. Either way, her being involved with him puts a big red target on her back. The more people Greg fucks over, the more of a chance their going to get to her , to get to him.

I drive my way back up to MJ's Street. I've not been here since the night I visited her.  I hope she doesn't see me.

Getting out of my car, i pick up the flowers from the back seat that i had ordered for today.

What? I'm not a total monster.

I enter her building and make my way to the elevator. Pressing her level, I wait a few seconds before with the magic of technology, I am now stood in her hall way. Knocking on the door three times, I wait until I can hear her mumbled rushed words calling out. "Just a second."

I smile to myself at the thought of her rushing from her chair sat in the lounge of her flat.

The door locks can be heard being fiddled with from the inside with a few cursive words spilling from her mouth as she does this.

She gasps once opening the door and taking in my presence. "Harry, I didnt know I'd see you today." She makes a sad face as her eyes soften. I step over the threshold and pull her Into a gentle hug. "I told you I'd be here." I chant back too her softly as she engulfs me in one of the best hugs I've ever had.

"Come in." She pulls me inside and throws the heavy door shut. "Any news?" I question as I point my head of the direction of next door. "Its been really quiet through there. I wonder somtimes what she does in there all alone." She answers in her usual soft, calming voice. I dont give much indications of how pissed off I am, and instead give a careless shrug before I fallow her into the kitchen.

"Black coffee?" She asks and I nod. "Happy birthday DD." I smile at her sweetly, flashy an innocent toothy smile, while handing  her the bouquet of cherry blossoms that came temporary home to my underarm.

She gushes over the flowers before I help her put them into a vase.

Cherry blossoms. Works every time, I think to myself while a cocky smirk erupts on my face. She doesn't pay attention tho.

"I don't like that man Harry. I hear what goes on in there , and it isn't the first time I've heard him be so verbally violent like that." She speaks up in a worried tone. DD is such a caring person. You'd think spending many of my teen years with her, I'd pick up some of her kindness.

Maybe some people were just born to be bad.

"I know, but she'll be alright." I hum to myself. Again, I play of my distaste and utter hatred for this situation.

Although I'd never hurt a women, and have some respect for the oposite gender atleast. I still can't grasp why my amusement Park of a mind, would latch onto wanting to see this all blow over so fast. There is just something about little Sunny that intrigues me and I wish I knew what it was.

The truth is, I was supposed to drop her that night on the roof. I had this big plan mustered up of how I was going to play it out. When I walked up to the bar and ordered a drink, I already knew who she was. I've known who she is for years. Ofcourse I played dumb and acted as if it were the first time I had seen her, and lucky for me she fed right into it.

My intentions were never to kill her. She wouldn't have died, she would have just been very badly hurt.

Having her hanging over that roof top was so infuriatingly conflicting. I've never second guessed myself before.

Ever.

But looking into her stupidly calming baby blue eyes, and seeing that fear in her face, that by the way; would normally bring me so much excitement, just felt wrong. And the worst part about it is I dont know why.

I hate how I cant figure it out.

Although my mind is cluttered, I always have a place for everything.  Starting from the least-to the most important things I have to deal with Or fix. I  just can't seem to sort her out.

All I know is, if I get fully invested, there might not be a drop out point.

I'm either in, or I'm out.