1st Degree

Chapter 6

Win - Win

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(Harley POV)

What do I do now?

I had it all figured out from the moment I realised it was her. I knew exactly what I was going to do, but as soon as I left the guest room after removing her cuffs it's like someone plucked it out of my brain.

God, she can be so annoying, with all her yapping and swearing. Walking back to my room trying to remember what I had planned, I can hear her screaming things in Arabic and Italian. I knew she was both Lebanese and Italian but damn does she have a mouth. It was very unnecessary to call me an ass when we got to my apartment, now she's shouting god knows what through the door of my guest bedroom.

Unbelievable.

Lilith is... different, like a you want to punch her and fuck her at the same time, fucking agitating but kinda hot different, you know? I heard what happened to her and her brother and I understand that at a certain point you just don't give a fuck what people think anymore. Of course, there are still secrets, things that they would rather keep to themselves. Lord knows I have some.

 I've learned over the years that people find it so intriguing when someone has a secret. They go to many lengths to satisfy their curiosity and completely disregard the person's privacy and boundaries. Back in my hometown in Montana, after the accident, everyone took it upon themselves to know what exactly went down. I was still a kid who had lost everything and when I went into college, I was the quiet, apparently "hot" and mysterious boy every girl thought they could 'fix'.

Fuck fixing.

Every time I met someone, all they gave me was pity and "I'm sorry"s. I know they are just trying to be nice but I don't need their pity nor their stares and rumours. No one other than the police and I know what happened on that night and I couldn't stand having to tell people to "fuck off" or having people stare at me through the halls whispering about some bullshit rumour of that night all the damn time.

So I moved to Washington for a new start. I finished my degree in psychology, got into the academy for the FBI and worked my ass off to get to where I am now. I did have help from my family though, my parents back in Montana were somewhat important, that's why I was the talk of the town for a long long while. The money they made all went to me so that's why I can afford stuff. There was no one else to inherit it. I did however give most of it to charity for homeless kids.

God I miss them.

Why did they have to go? Why did he choose them? Why didn't I stop them?

Stop.

Deep breaths. In 2,3,4 out 4,3,2...

 Where was I? 

You were talking about your little crush lover boy.

I shook that ridiculous comment out of my brain. Sometimes I can get a bit... carried away.

I saw her look of disappointment when I revealed I actually didn't have a red room. But don't be mistaken, Christian Grey has taught me some very valuable things. I remember the way she looked when I said I had something like a red room, her cheeks tinged red and she unconsciously bit her lip, thankfully she didn't notice my eyes. It was very amusing.

I'm familiar with the way she thinks. From what I gathered so far Lilith is quite bold, she can be stubborn, manipulative, annoying, but she knows what she's doing. Lilith uses all her attributes to her advantage, she's a quick thinker, and quite intelligent considering she's a nurse or something. I can tell people underestimate her, she wants them to, she needs them to. How else is she going to lure them into her trap? I don't doubt she has already analysed me from head to toe. Probably thinking she's got me figured out.