➳ capo dei capi // l.s.

1.7

    " Louis, he's been caught! " Zayn barges in the room alarmingly, his silhouette agitated and his hair disheveled. The long lashes that frame his eyes bring attention to the dark warm colours which are capable of igniting a fire and burning everything around down. Though, he's not as panicked as a normal person would be when a "friend" is caught by the cops.

    " I know he has. " The Capo couldn't restrain himself and let his eyes roll all the way back. His words were dull, emotionless like they were layered with invisibility.

    " What are you waiting for, then? " Zayn became more agitated, looking over his shoulder at the door that was ajar and waiting for them to make a move. " You know you can't let him get caught. " He knew Louis disliked that... thing, but it was... family... more or less.

    Louis let out a breath of exasperation, the cigar from his hand falling down on the desk, leaving crumbs on the expensive surface, before he rotated his chair to the large window and let his eyes roam on the area in front of him. It was a crazy crowd. Everyone was agitated. " Tell me, Zayn. What would happen if he gets caught? " His words come out of his mouth almost instinctively.

    " Louis. " Zayn growls threateningly.

    Louis exhales boredly, once again. " You're right, Zayn. Come on, chop chop. " He takes one last glance on the window before him and advances towards Zayn who's been waiting for him. He's grateful he has Zayn in his life. Even if he was a little crazy, it was alright.

    " Che si fa, Capo? " ( What do we do, Capo? ) Liam's unsure voice greeted his ears, uncertainty being as clear as the sky outside. He didn't want to cause a mess, but after all, the Capo held the power.

    Louis clenched his jaw, his eyes glazed in oblivion, pupils dilated, and his mind dissociating from the real life. He really didn't want to do this, but family is family, right? He held his hands behind him and played frustratedly with his fingers, squeezing them harshly, before he made a final decision. The Godfather stopped his agitated walk, Zayn by his side, and turned his head towards the building in front of them. It was much lower than the roof they have been standing on, that way, he had a better view of the scene and the gang members that were hidden in every spot, waiting for his command.

    " Uccidili tutti. " ( Kill them all. ) And just like that. Two simple words that held the power of several destinies of poor souls. They never knew they had it coming. Those two words were the cause of an unmatchable chaos that broke down right under those blue eyes who scanned the scene carefully. There has never been anything like it in a long long time.

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The boredom Harry felt in this exact moment was unmatchable. He propped a side of his face on his hand, face squishing, his eyes feeling heavy as he forced himself to keep them open. Every second Harry couldn't help but glance at the clock. It moved so damn slow! Geography is so boring.

But all good things come to an end, in this case bad things, and the moment he's been waiting most for, is finally here. Thank god. Harry visibly rolled his eyes before packing up and leaving the classroom in an instant, a haughty aura that surrounded him polluted the air. To be fair, he didn't care that the teacher hasn't even announced that the class is over, he was already out the door.

While he was walking towards the 'hierarchy stairs', Jay greeted him as if the last time he's seen him he wasn't mad at him. " Hello, Harry. " He greeted him.

" Hi, Jay bae. " Harry greeted back as he took a seat above the others, eyes glancing briefly into oblivion, before reaching down to Jay who was whispering to some lad. " What do you have there? " He asked, innocent curiosity present.