seduce and destroy

living for the hope of it all

Emily's POV:

It's been a week since me and Harrys last encounter, and i tried to not let his mind games get in my head. i asked my mafia boss father to not let him near the quarters of where i was staying, so avoiding him physically wasn't in issue. but his words were always in the back of my mind. i could still feel his lips on mine. it was torture.

what he said wasn't true, right? it couldn't be! sure, the mafia might be dangerous, but my father is a mafia boss! he wouldn't put me in danger, he loves me, he has been searching for me for years and loves me. i'm safer than i ever was with harry.

ugh, i need to shut up about harry. he betrayed me, and i know that he'll never feel sorry for the way that i hurt💔😫

but alas, i've been feeling alone. all my friends were now gone or hated me. i felt awful about what happened with niall, but they needed to understand the situation from my pov. if they did, then they would feel remorse for me. as they should.

"excuse me, miss emily..." a man knocks on my door. it's none of the boys, instead it's that ugly man that was near my dad from when i first arrived. "i don't believe i have officially introduced myself, my name is Simon. you could say i'm your dads...right hand man."

"neato. i didn't ask." i roll my eyes. "what do you want, simon?"

he smiles, clapping his hands together, and walked closer to me. "i was just going to inform you that your father is having an important dinner meeting on friday, and he would like for you to attend."

my mood went 📈📈📈 "really!? do i get to wear a dress?"

"uh, sure. i mean, yeah, sure. i can ask florence to take you out dress shopping tomorrow if you want." he smiles, and it's an ugly smile. he's so ugly LMAO.

"this is so exciting!" i clap my hands in excitement.

"i also wanted to talk to you about that harry situation, miss."

i furrowed my eyebrows. why did he want to talk about him? i told them to keep him away from me for a reason, i hate him. i didn't want to hear or speak or smell or taste him ever again. although, simon did seem rather serious.

"what about him?" i ask.

"i just wanted to let you know that we did take care of him." he smiles, walking over to the door.

"oh yeah, i know! i haven't seen him around these parts in a week, so thanks for letting him know he wasn't aloud to be near me anymore!"

simon chuckles. "you think that's all we did?"

i was confused, to say the least.

"what else have you done?" my heart begins to race.

simon walks back into the room. "emily, he was bothering you, so we took care of it. we didn't just tell him to stay away from you. you're the mafia boss' daughter, if you don't like someone..." he looks around the room mysteriously. "well, he's not a problem anymore."

a chill goes down my spine.

"did...did you...?"

"he was informing you nothing but lies, your grace. we couldn't have that." he walked over to me, wiping away my single tear. "he was trying to trick your mind into thinking you were in a bad situation, which you arent. he is a liar and a traitor. trust me, this is a good thing."

i started hysterically crying now, not wanting to listen to simon. harrys dead and it was his blood that was on my hands.

"you killed him! you killed him!"i scream, kicking simon away. his blank expression turned into a smile.

"poor, young, innocent girl."

"you killed him! louis! liam! somebody!"

"they already know, darling..."

i sniff, trying to gather myself together. "you're going to be next, once i tell father!"

"stop screaming you dumb bitch. your dad won't do shit to me, he trusts me way more than he'll ever trust you."

i looked back at last week, what harry said to me. maybe he was right. maybe if i just cooperated and ran away with him...maybe he would be alive. and we would be happy❤️.

"i am a dumb bitch..."

"yeah, i know, that's why i called you one."

i looked up at him with a nasty stare, but he was so ugly i had to turn away again. "i will end you!"

"ok good luck with that bitch." he walks out, i shut the door. i begin to hyperventilate, slowly sliding my back down the wall. i looked around my room, and every top corner had cameras. how did i not notice this before? this whole time i have been being watched.

i scream at the top of my lungs, unable to control the pure angst inside of me.

i made a big mistake...