The Deadly Seven |H.S|

Chapter 69

HELLO! I got this chapter done in less than a day...does that say something about my sadistic brain...quite possibly, but we're going to ignore it.

Warning: A lot of fucking violence
Seriously though...descriptive, gruesome violence!

Harry POV

Saturday 9:30 pm

I'm close to throwing up.

Which has never happened, I've never been so nervous about something like this before.

Usually, I'm ready for it and nothing can get under my skin, but tonight, all I can think about is Eva, it's making me fucking sick with fear.

It's the unknown part, I don't know where she is, I don't know if she's hurt, I don't know if she's okay, I don't know when I'll get to her.

It's fucking burning my insides every time I think about it.

And the fact that I have no control over it, I can't stop it, I can't help her, I can't get to her, I can't fucking control this and that's killing me.

I can only just get my hands to stop shaking while I load my guns.

I can see Dom glancing over at me from the driver's seat, I know he can tell I'm not doing okay but I already told him I don't want to talk.

What is talking going to do, he knows what's going on and I don't want to keep saying it, I don't even want to think about it.

I know he's trying his best to help, but every time he tells me "she'll be right, don't worry" it just makes it worse, because he doesn't know that, none of us do, I don't know what I'm going to walk into.

I keep thinking back to the day Eva first told me some stuff Luke did, I know I shouldn't, but I keep thinking about the kind of guy he is, how he treated her when they were together, and now, it terrifies me to think about what he'll do.

As much as all that is hurting me and making me more and more nervous, it's also fuelling the anger inside me.

Because when I get to Eva, if she has so much as a fucking red mark on her skin, I'm gona have fun with that cunt until he's begging me to kill him.

Anyone that lays a finger on her isn't seeing tomorrow.

The fact that it's already been so long since she was taken makes me feel fucking sick with guilt, but I couldn't move things any faster than I did.

Once we left the café Dom and I went to my place, we only had his car so we had to go together.

I made Dom stay in the car, but I couldn't stay there long anyway.

It hurt too much.

As soon as I walked inside, I wanted to walk right back out...

I push the door open and take a step inside, as soon as I do, it's like she's home, like everything is normal for a split second.

The smell of her surrounds me, like it always does when I come home, making me think I might see her dancing in the kitchen, then she'd waltz over to me and kiss me like she hadn't seen me for weeks...when really it was a few hours.

But nothing.

Just our empty apartment, reminding me of the fact that she's alone right now, she's not here, I can't help her.

Fighting the urge to start crying again, I quickly shut the door and walk in towards the bedroom.

I walk through the bedroom door, and not once did I ever think our room could feel so cold.