EDGE (H.S.)

31

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I think I worry a lot
I need to take it easy
I got this anxious feeling
But it goes away for a minute
When I'm with you breathing

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Chapter 31

Harry's Pov.

I walked into the warehouse of the disgusting excuse for a human being that I was looking for owns.

"Styles." I heard Jason's voice ring.

I turned around, Tyson right behind me.

"What brings you here?"

His wide, evil looking smile plastered on his face.

"Where's Grimaldi?" "On the phone." "Ah..."

The thought of this guy having his hands on Renny last night was making my anger even more real.

"What'd you do after our meeting last night?" I asked, stepping closer to him now. "Excuse me?" He smirked and I shook my head. "Wrong answer. What did you do last night?" "I didn't do your girl if that's what you're asking." He chuckled and I reciprocated before reaching for my gun.

"Go get Gerald." I turned to tell Tyson who was smirking at our interaction before walking off.

"Sorry about that, where were we?" I asked, kneeing him hard in the dick before taking my gun and pushing it into his neck as he fell onto his knees.

"You know Jason, I think you often forget who the fuck you're messing with. You may work for Grimaldi, but I have so much to hold over his fucking head which is why he never directly fucks with me." I spat in pure rage and he was breathing heavy through his nose, he looked in pain but he also looked fucking mad. "But he seems to have a thing for someone who's clearly off limits."

I shoved the gun deeper into his neck, cocking it, his eyes looking sideways at me.

"I see you touched her last night, yeah? Did you enjoy that?" "Wasn't half bad." He mumbled and I nodded as my jaw tightened before I took the gun, slapping him hard against the jaw with the gun, his grunt of pain bringing me pleasure.

"Wanna try that again?"

He tried squirming out of my hold but I gripped tighter onto the collar of his shirt.

"You're really this protective over pussy?" "She's off limits. I don't want you touching her. I don't want you going near her. I don't want you saying a fucking word to her. Got that? You threatened her saying you would kill me?" I sarcastically laughed with a head shake.

I started seeing a bit of blood seep out from the cut where the gun had hit his cheek.

"Grimaldi knows you two fuck." "What I do with her is none of your fucking business, or his. If you threaten her ever again, this won't be a warning visit from me, you can consider it your fucking funeral. Don't ever touch her again."