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"Wake up!" is what I hear as a slap lands on my face and my left cheek is burning with pain.
"Let me go," I whisper. I know it won't be of any use.
"No can do, sweet cheeks."
"What do you want?"
"From you? Nothing. From your boyfriends? Everything."
"They aren't my boyfriends. We didn't make it official."
"I. Don't. Care." He yells something in Italian and leaves. I sigh, the cut he made two days is stinging.
He gave the triplets two days — he said the time starts when they get the envelope, and with his connections, he managed so they got the envelope yesterday afternoon. That means they have until tomorrow night. I don't know what he'll do if they don't give him what he wants. I have an idea and I hope it isn't right.
The time passes quickly, the small barely noticeable window is my time orientation. When it's dark outside, the guy comes back.
"You're really pretty. Such a shame the triplets got you. I could satisfy you more than them."
"I doubt that."
"Don't get cocky now," he smirks. "I would hate to punish you."
"Who are you?"
"If Styles don't give me what I want, you can call me daddy."
"Sorry, that name is preserved for Marcel. Try again," I smirk, raising my brow.
He laughs. "Funny little cockslut."
"Now, that's the name I don't like outside the sexy time."
"Don't you think I didn't do my research? You had many sugar daddies. The people who fucked you are kinky motherfuckers."
"Who says I'm not kinky?"
"No one. Just saying, I bet you were begging for something to fill you up. I bet you're eager to have sex after so long of not having it. I can help you." He touches my cheek with his hand but I move my head from it.
"No, fuck off. I bet you have such small dick even the fake hole wouldn't be satisfied."
"Listen here you slut—"
"I still don't know who you are or why did you kidnap me and I'd like to know that, asshole! Actually, since you're calling me names here, let throw offence words at each other. Monster. Asshole. Dumbass. Incompetent. Fucker." Shut up, Louis, he's going to kill you sooner.
He raises his hand and hits me on the cheek. My head goes to the side but I ignore the pain and look at him in the eyes. He looks furious.
"I don't know what they see in you. You're a spoiled brat who fucks people for money. Who knows what diseases you have."
"Mind you, I'm clean and healthy. I'm careful and protected unlike you." And I don't know what they see in me either, I think to myself.
Before we can fight any further, something is heard from above. We listen and then I know what's that. Gunshots. The guy goes to the door, shouting something in Italian. Five more guys come down before he walks to me. He unties me from the chair and makes me stand up. I feel something cold press against my temple.
Gun.
I hear footsteps echoing and then the familiar faces show up. "You found —" A hand is pressed on my lips and the words turn into muffles.
"Let him go, Diego," Edward says, voice cold. They all have raised guns, aimed at the opponents. Some people I don't recognize are on my triplets' side. Wait. Diego? Diego that had to move? Wait, why do they even have guns and...
The boxes in the corners of the room. The not knowing of Edward's job. The billions of euros they have. Are they... Organized crime? Gang? Mafia?
My eyes widen. It makes sense.
"You either give it to me willingly... Or I'll have to force you."
"I have more men and allies than you. You won't win."
"But I have your boyfriend and a gun pressed against his head. I'm pretty sure you wouldn't want to see his brain and blood spilt everywhere."
"You won't hurt him. Ever," Harry says, promise in his voice.
I look around the room. Diego is outnumbered. Shit. It's now or never. I bite down on his hand as hard as I could, even if I can't bite much of the flesh. He yelps, removing his hand. I throw my head back, hitting him in the face. I hear a crack. Good, I hope I broke your nose. The guys start shooting and I'm pulled on the ground with one of the triplets hovering above me.
"Are you okay? You hurt?"
"No, I'm good," I barely manage to say before I'm lifted.
"Cover us!" the triplet yells and start running outside. Something hits me and I whimper, pressing closer to the triplet. We managed to get outside. I pull my head up enough from the triplet's neck to see the building was some kind of small factory or abandoned base.
The triplet puts me down, kneeling in from of me. I now see it's Harry. He kisses me, hands on my cheeks. It gives me the comfort I didn't know I need. He pulls away.
"Are you good? Shit," he curses when he sees something on my left arm. I follow his gaze to see blood on my upper arm.
"It's okay."
I look up in time to see a guy coming out, bleeding heavily but with the gun aimed at Harry, holding it up with his last bits of strength. My eyes widen, adrenaline starts to kick in again. It happens fast but at the same time in slow motion.
I hear the gunshot and then I'm moving. I yell Harry's name as I grab his shoulders, pulling him on the side while putting myself in front of him. Something lodges into my stomach and I fall down with Harry.
"Louis!"
I hear blood going through my veins, every sound around me is muted. I feel the light breeze on my skin. Someone, Harry, turns me on my back so I'm looking up at the cloudy sky before he comes into my view.
"Louis! You dummy, why did you do that? Why —? Why?" he cries.
"I love you," I whisper as I smile before I close my eyes. I don't hear his answer, if he even did give one.
