DECIMATE H.S

Explanation

M.C

Harry leads me up to the familiar 3rd floor of the club, I visited not long ago.

He sits me down on the black leather couch, sitting down across from me.

"Okay... so" He says, thinking carefully about what he's about to say.

"I want an explanation" I say, interrupting his thoughts.

"Can you just shut up. For like five minutes. Please. Fuck" He sighs.

I bite my tongue, holding back my frustration.

"So you obviously know I own a gun, and a bong, and a club" He begins.

"Fucken hell, how do I say this?" He talks to himself.

"Okay. Alright, I'm just going to come right out and say it" He bites his lip, staring at the floor.

"Go on" I speak, directing his stare to me.

"I'm a drug dealer" He says, clapping his hands as if it's a good thing.

"Not to mention a gang leader, a murderer, an alcoholic and a sex addict" He adds.

"Well that's fucking dandy" I say, shitting myself.

"I'm surprised you didn't catch on earlier" He laughs.

"I don't see how it's funny" I say.

"I probably isn't, but I can't help myself" He laughs again.

I shake my head.

"So what has this got to do with me. I don't understand how I'm in danger in my secure office, but not in danger sitting on a murderer's couch" I say, crossing my arms.

"Well, someone my men were supposed to do a deal with the night of our date saw us at the restaurant and blamed you for my men not showing up to sell him drugs. He messaged me telling me that you're a distraction to me which resutled in me not ordering my gang correctly. Then he proceeded to tell me he's going to eliminate you and he's looking at you through a rifle scope as he texts me. That's it" He shrugs.

"What the fuck? Did you really just brush it off like it doesn't even matter? Is this normal to you? If you haven't realized, I've done nothing wrong here. I don't even know you. Why am I the target of something I'm not even in!" I yell, beginning to cry.

"This is bullshit!" I scream.

"Yeah..." He drags on, not really caring.

"Yeah? Did you really just 'yeah...' me? I'm going to fucking die" I scream, tears running down my cheeks.

"Listen here Masie, I do care. I care about you way more than you know and I have no fucking idea why. As soon as I saw you I knew I had to go after you. As long as I exist, you are not going to be touched" He snarls, leaning in.

Now I'm not as intimidated. I know he won't hurt me. He has a soft spot for me.

"So what now? We wait till this guy shows up with his entourage to kill me? Do we just sit around and wait?" I scoff, leaning back into the couch.

As much as I hate to admit it, I do kind of feel safe around Harry.

"Quit being a smartass and I'll tell you what we're going to do, understood?" He spits, lighting a smoke.

I nod my head, actually obeying the scary man before me. It's not that I think he's going to kill me, I just don't want to aggravate this man because then he might actually hurt me, I don't know his temper yet.

Although I get the feeling I'm going to get to know him very well...

"So, you know this is where I live; the third floor other words known as the penthouse or the den. I am instructing you not to leave this floor unless I say so. The den has everything you need so there's no excuse to come down from here. ME and my gang are going to sort this guy out, but until then; you're not safe anywhere" He explains.

"Can I stay at my house...?" I question.

"What did I just say, Masie? You're not safe anywhere else but here" He spits.

"I-I just didn't-" I begin.

"He's already visited your house while you've been sleeping, so no" He says, getting up.

I swallow my vomit, suddenly feeling extremely sick.

"S-so what are you, you going to d-do about him?" I stutter.

"I don't know yet. Enjoy the penthouse and remember what I said; don't leave this floor" He says, looking back at me before walking downstairs to the second floor.

Being the sticky beak I am, I decide to have a look at the rest of the gang and what they're actually doing.

I creep down the stairs, no one noticing me until the wooden stairs creak, causing Harry to snap his head around, catching me red handed.

I see two of the other gang members his with twirling guns around, another one passing a bong to Harry while the fifth sharpens a large knife.

Harry turns his full body to face me, a very angry look plastered on his face.

I begin to cry, sitting on the steps, ready to be punished.

"I told you to STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM HERE" He yells pointing at me and walking towards the base of the steps.

"You've just kidnapped me! No ones after to me, you're just a liar!" I yell, my mascara-mixed tears running down my face.

"Masie, fucking get back upstairs. I specifically told you not to come down here" He softens his tone.

I stand up, style crying. I turn and run upstairs, running straight the bathroom, locking the door.

H.S

"We all need to take care of her okay? I won't leave her side unless I have no choice, but I still need you guys to help me keep an eye on her. If she gets out, she'll probably be captured by Scottie. You don't have a choice but to help me, this is your fault considering you didn't show up to the deal. But, from now on, there is to be no deals initiated with Scottie Braughn, understood?" I clarify, making sure my point gets across.

I head up stairs, looking for Masie.

I find the bathroom door shut, the handle not opening the door.

She hasn't done very well hiding her self, especially because I have a key to unlock the door, silly girl.

I open the door to find her sitting in the corner of the room, sobbing painfully.

"Hey hey hey, Masie, don't cry" I try to comfort her, crouching down to her level.

"This is all your fault!" She yells, snapping completely.

She starts hitting my and pushing me backwards, not really having effect on my solid build.

"I wish I never came to this stupid club. I wish I never met you!" She cries, really making me mad.

No one insults my club.

The selfish bitch doesn't realise that I don't have to protect her ass, I could have let Scottie get to her.

I would probably punch her if I didn't want her so bad.

Being so worked up, I grab her arm and yank her up, dragging her out of the bathroom and I to the spare room, where she'll be staying for a while.

I shove her inside, locking the door with the key quickly afterwards.

She bangs and yells behind the door, begging me to let her out.

Sorry hun, not how it works here.

I'm not letting her out for the rest of the night.

A few hours later while I'm laying in my bed, I can still hear her banging violently hard on the wall behind me, faint "let me out, you dick"'s being heard throughout the night.

Fuck, this is going to be hard managing her.