Dauntless {H.S au}

Seven

Chapter 7

Please kindly excuse any grammatical errors my loves. So hope you enjoy reading this chapter, more over, the book so far. x This might be a short update bc my chest is hurting so much, Idk why. I'm sorry
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Chapter 7

[Harry's POV]

"Good night, Harry." Kitorah spat, then slammed the door shut aggressively, like it did something to her that made her really irritated. I sighed heavily in discomfort, while raking my fingers through my hair frustratingly. Ronny isn't going to like the sound of me, not getting a chance in persuading the girl, into working at his club. Not one fucking bit of it. I banged my fist against the steering wheel, the pain shooting up my arms in waves. My actions came to a halt when my phone rang annoyingly, in my car's cup holder.

I let the phone to ring a bit, the song Pressure by the 1975 filling up the space of the car. I struggled for a bit to compose myself, trying so hard to mentally add a bit of water to the fire, that was hungrily ravishing me alive. I was very frustrated with Kitorah at the moment. If she doesn't take this job, all hell will break loose. She doesn't know Ronny as good as I do. He might even pounce and claw his way into her life, and she won't like not one bit of it. Wrapping my fingers around the device, I swiped answer and pressed it against my ear.

"Why didn't your ass answer me, right away Styles?" Ronny boomed, through the other side of the connection. The other end have sounds like he's shuffling a bit. I rolled my eyes at the man on the phone. I despise him with my entire heart with a fucking passion. From the tissues in my heart, to the tiny veins in the organ. I languidly rested my head on the car wheel, the horn loudly shouting at no one in particular. I'm so tired of this malicious man. I've been working for him, for a few years now. I'm going to make sure that this is the final mission I'm ever going to do for him.

"I didn't want to talk to you." I honestly answered. Rolling my eyes afterwards, when I heard him let out a boisturous laugh on the other end. I huffed and pinched the bridge of my nose. He honestly stresses me the fuck out. I always desired to choke him till the life was oozing out of him. Till his face turned purple, from the lack of oxygen. My nerves started to relax at the satisfying imagination my brain was providing me.

Fighting back the smirk that was trying to play upon my lips, I patiently waited for Ronny to reply to what I just said. But the idiot was still recovering from laughing at what I told him. I cleared my throat, obviously trying to get back his attention.

"You're really brave and straight forward Harry, that's what I like about you. No wonder why the girls swoon over you." He stated, his voice sounded as if he had a wicked smile accompanying his face right this very instant. My lips tugged into a scowl at his compliment. I opened my mouth to make a remark, but was interrupted when Ron continued to talk. "I'm going to get straight to business, since you aren't in the mood to talk." I'm never in the mood to talk to you Cruzer, you conniving bitch. I thought to myself, not having enough balls to say it directly to him. "Did you manage to loosen up the girl's decision in working at the club?" He asked, his voice laced with hope. I let out a heavy sigh in disappointment.

"No Ronny, I got nothing unscrewed. She doesn't want to work at your club." I chuckled a bit, when flashes of her opening the door and threatening to jump through the door, popped up in my head. "Kitorah's very hard to convince. She said she has respect for her body and that she doesn't want old men like you." I said, rephrasing some of the words she has told me. A smirk made it's appearance on my face when the man on the other end started shouting at me.