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The Boss is my Daddy. {LS.}

Being the mob boss isn't as bad as Harry thought it would be. He thought it'd just be about hiding from the police and getting your name known, when actually the police feared Harry and his gang. They're the biggest gang in London, everybody know's who the GSA is. They killed a lot of people, the ones who owned them money, ones who tried to rat them out to the police and especially the ones who tried to flirt with Harry's boyfriend.

It wasn't a surprise when Harry made it clear to his men that no one gets to look at Louis, talk to Louis or even think about Louis without getting a hole put through your skull. Louis was almost as dangerous as Harry, he had the power to kill a man just by using the words "Harry, he tried to flirt with me." and that'd be the end of that.

He was beautiful though. Louis' bright blue eyes could easily outshine the sun. His cute and bubbly personality was a big thing that made Harry fall for him, (not to mention Louis' ass.) Harry worshipped the small boy. He especially loved it when Louis called him daddy. It was a kink they discovered the third time they made love. As Louis was extremely vocal during anything he did, it wasn't his fault that it just slipped out. Harry was at least four fingers deep in the boy and that's when it came out his mouth. Such an innocent word used by a child soiled by the fact it was used in sexual pleasure. Louis loved it, it made him horny and also made him never want to leave Harry's side.

Now, being the biggest mob did have it's disadvantages. Sometimes Harry made very powerful enemies, ones that Harry couldn't just simply get rid of because it'd cause a massive fight and more men than necessary would be lost. Harry was all for fights, believe me, but he wasn't exactly the type to jump to the idea of losing men over something so stupid.

It was about a man, called Nick. He had taken a liking to Harry's boyfriend and he made sure that the two boys and the GSA knew it.

The flirting started small, a quick wink if Louis happened to see him, but then it progressed to slaps on the ass. Louis slapped him a couple of times but Harry told him to stop, because "the dirty bastard probably likes a good slap across the face. You leave him to me, babe." and of course, why would Louis disobey?

As time went on, Nick started to grow an obsession with Louis. He'd even pay men to take pictures of the boy in secret for him to pin up on a wall. It was his secret love affair and he thrived in it. It was disgusting, honestly. Soon enough, Nick regretted having men take pictures of Louis because it didn't take long for Harry to find out. The boy was furious. He grabbed the photographer by the neck and wouldn't let go until Louis said "It's fine, that's the closest he'll get to me Haz, I swear." but little did he know how wrong he was.

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Three in the morning was when Louis got woken up by a banging on the front door. Harry was away on business and left Louis alone for two days. It was normal so Louis didn't worry, but no one ever came to their house, especially when Harry was away. It was forbidden, a rule by Harry drilled into his men's heads so they don't disturb his baby doing whatever it is pretty boys do when they're alone.

This three after midnight shit didn't go well with Louis, so he threw on his pink nightgown and stomped his way down the stairs. The rottweiler they owned was standing by the front door growling. His white teeth on show, his tail straight and stood with a hard looking stance.

"Shh Coco, it's no bad men." Louis cooed at his baby, the poor dog was confused obviously, Louis thought. "What in the bloody hell do you want?" Louis asked, unlocking the front door to three men.

"Louis Styles?" The biggest man asked, they were all dressed in black. Odd, Louis thought, I don't remember Vogue saying black was back in this summer.

"Yes?" Louis confirmed, his hand placed on his hip, Coco now back in his pink bed.

"Come with us." Another man said, Louis didn't move. The poor soul didn't even have slippers on, no way he'd leave the house without shoes on.