Limbo [h.s]

45

Royal Deluxe - Bad

"I broke so many bones
But none of them were ever my own"

Chapter 45 Isabel's POV

I've always liked to be in control.

All my life, I've been submissive, taken orders form everyone around me. Right now though, that's not the case. I'm angry.

I'm an open book when it comes to my father, so finding out that he's doing business behind my back with people I don't know about infuriates me.

Just to rile me up even more the person Michael's working with is Desmond fucking Styles... Harry's dad.

I would be less angry if the guy in front of me just said his god damn name, instead he responded with spitting in my face.

He looks to be in his late 30s maybe early 40s, short hair, strong muscles but sadly for him not strong enough to get out of the tightened rope that's layered around his body restricting his movements.

"Just fucking tell me." I throw my arms in the air in frustration, "I'm going to find out eventually it's just a matter of when" I continue.

Harry's standing somewhere behind me, observing the interaction between me and the mystery guy. I don't need to turn around to feel the smirk that's plastered on his face and the easy going posture he's got going on right now.

You know what, while we're on the topic of infuriation, Harry fucking infuriates me. How the hell can he be acting so calm right now?

I glance over my shoulder to let him know that I'm speaking to him, "Either help me, or leave I don't need a shadow"

"Hey" he starts uncrossing his arms "I've heard a lot about your tactics. I'm just here to observe you love, so by all means please carry on" he gestures his head in a nod.

"Like I needed your bloody approval, "I mutter under my breath.

I take a deep inhale and focus on the task at hand, this may not be as easy as I thought this would be.

"Right, this is how things are gonna go" I walk over to the open duffle bag that Harry and I brought here. I rummage through the contents until my hands find one of my knifes. "You're going to tell me what I want to know or you're going to loose your fingers pretty quickly" I smirk intimidatingly as I make my way back over to the hopeless man.

To be fair I couldn't care less if we kill him, in fact I think we might have to, despite what I say. He knows our faces now, he's obviously in contact with our parents so letting him leave to go tattle tale on us would be a big mistake on our end.

This man is going to be tough to break. He doesn't let on that he's nervous at all. His stone cold face lets off no emotion whats so ever, it's frustrating that I can't seem to shake him.