Perish {H.S}

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Mitch's pov.......

"Take him over there." Harry points to the far corner of the basement of lights up. Liam and Mason just got here with that prick Greg.

He's begging and pleading for them to let him go. Pretty pathetic If you ask me.

Everybody in this profession knows if you fuck with the wrong people, consequences are a given. That prick stole half a million from us and clearly has no intentions in paying it back.

That, and he beat up MJ and held her at knife point. What a Tosser. He really thinks he's going to get away with it too. Well, I supose he thought that.

It's very rarely that I get involved in this part of the job. You'd never see me behind the scenes threatning, and murdering people. That's harrys job. I'm the front man for the club, and harry deals with all the shady shit, as I call it. But something about this dick head has just got me riled up.

Maybe its the fact he attempted to get away with taking a lone without paying it back. Or maybe its because what he has done to MJ.

I'll settle for abit of both.

Normally, if I were on the rare occasion to be part taking in this shit, I'd have a blunt or two before hand. Not this time. I don't want be cloudy minded for this one. Its about time someone had shown him for what he really is. A lying, alcoholic, abusive twat.

Liam and Mason get positioning Greg into 'The torture chair' as Harry calls it. It's just a chair with leather straps around the front two legs and the two arm rests. I feel like I'm in some type of James bond movie right now.

Harry has us suited up in all black. Black leather jackets, black leather gloves. Everything we wear is black. He would normally have us use masks to cover our faces, but since this one is personal, he's letting it slide.

"Please! I didn't do anything! I'll pay you back, I swear on my girlfriends life!" Greg sobs like a man child from the corner of this large, dark grungy room. He has his head covered by a black sack material, and when Liam and Mason went to collect him, they worse masks to protect their identity from members of the public. So he hasn't seen us yet.

Without any warning, harry grabs his gun that sits tightly tucked into the back side of his belt, and shoots poor old Greg in the left foot. He screams in pain and thrashes around in the chair, pulling at the restraints like it's actually going to set him free.

"We haven't even started yet, and you've already pissed me off." Harry mutters, in a frustrated tone. He huffs and takes long strides towards Greg. "Ex girlfriend." He smirks sadistically and taps Greg on the shoulder. "And trust me Gregory." He mocks gregs name and chuckles through his nose. "You won't ever see little Sunny ever again." He chants in a taunting voice and pulls his right fist back, colliding it harshly to gregs nose. The blow was so powerful, that from where I stand from across the room, I could hear the bones cracking.

He's gonna feel that In the morning.

If he lives.

He wallows out in pain again. Screaming until his voice cracks. "And that's a promise." Harry seeths while being directly face to face with Greg, although his face is still covered. "Scouts honor." Harry signals with a coy smirk.

"You were in the scouts?" Mason questions and I tusk under my breath, shaking my head in sheer wonder of how someone could be so nieve. "Shut up mas. You're ruining it." Harry equips while he throws his hands up in the air and furrows his brows.

"Please, just give me more time. I'll figure something out." Greg can be heard pleading. Harrys attention snaps back to him once he speaks. He holds an evil twinge in his eyes as he listens to gregs begs and pleads. "What are you gonna do greggy boy? Attempt to kidnap sunny again? Hold her as ransom?." Harry questions with a hint of amusement in his voice, although I can tell how pissed he is just by looking at his tence posture.