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Warning ⚠️ this book contains adult themes and violence. Read at your own risk.
~ Hardin Scott Fan-Fiction ~
Hardin Scott is the ruthless son of a well known London mobster. With his teeth bore and his guard up will he be able...
(Song- One Drink by Picture This) ———— Ivory's POV
Do my eyes deceive me or has the building in front of me really changed?
"Woah..." I blink a few times, my mouth open with awe, "When did this all happen?" I ask to my side where Liam stands near me, a smug smile on his face.
"Whilst you were gone Bruce decided that the place needed a little bit of love to attract some more customers. The world is changing and he decided that the bar had to too. So, he did what any normal person would do and invested in some top notch decorators and renovation workers.. and well here we are." Liam's arms spread out wide in front of him as he gestures to the building and I let out both a small laugh and a sigh.
"I never thought I'd see that happen.. Bruce is such a creature of habit." I say, my voice softer than usual. Warm lights shine through the clear windows of the bar and I'm taken back by how clean the glass actually is.. everything looks different.. even the sign out the front of the building.
My heart stammers in my chest and my eyes widen uncomfortably. I sprint for the door and push it open, completely ignoring anyone that may be inside and heading straight for the corner of the room.
Thank god it's still here.
A relievedbreath leaves my lungs and I finally relax.. he kept the piano.
My eyes drift slowly around the bar and I physically can't believe how different it all looks. The floors are a lighter shade of wood and polished to the perfect shine. The bar has been reconstructed and is now a lot sleeker than the last one was. The main lights of the bar no longer flicker and the walls have been coated with a fresh layer of caramel coloured paint.
Even the tables are different. In some aspects of the room there are now circular tables that are draped with black table cloths and beautiful vases full of white flowers accompany the areas. On the walls near by the tables are some elegant oil lamps which have been modernised to take light bulbs instead of the harmful oil.
Black leather booths have been installed by the door and dim lights cast gorgeous shadows onto the seats. The whole place is decorated with black, gold and the occasional splash of white. The entire vibe has changed..
How did he afford all of this?
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"Ivory?" Bruce's voice speaks from behind me and slowly I turn to face him.
"Hi, Bruce.." I expected our first encounter to be horrific but actually it feels really nice.. Bruce is guarded and often emotionless but I have missed seeing his grumpy face.
"Back so soon?" He jokes and I roll my eyes, shoving his large shoulder softly with the bones of my knuckles.
"Yeah, yeah.." I trail off, my happy smile dampening with concern, "I'm so sorry for disappearing. I let you down and I promise it won't ever happen again.." I say honestly, my eyes rounding as I look at the bald man a few feet away from me, "Can I come back..?" For a moment I hold my breath and pray that Bruce will forgive me. That he will see through my jolly facade and realise I really am sorry for leaving him so abruptly.
