The Devil's Aces [h.s . au]

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"Oh," she gasped. Her phone slipped from her hand and dropped onto the ground.

"Hello, Harley. I believe it's finally time we met." I spoke calmly.

The woman had a shocked look on her face. I looked her over quickly. She looked different than I expected. Her hair was shorter, and a different color. She was wearing business clothes, as usual, only today she was wearing men's clothes like a dress? I wasn't sure what to make of that.

"Expecting someone else?" I mused, walking closer to her.

She eyed the front door. "Make a noise and they all die." I lifted my leather jacket up, revealing my gun.

Her entire face went white, and her eyes dropped to the ground.

"Good girl. We are going to have a little chat, but I think we should go someplace else. Somewhere less devilish. Barry!" I called out.

The muscle of my operation walked into view. He wore a similar leather jacket, only his was twice the size of mine. He was a man of pure muscle. 6'4 and 200 pounds. A big beefy guy, who knew how to use his hands.

He walked over to the woman, once she understood what was happening she started to fight back. She muffled her own screams, grunting as she threw her arms out in defense. She even tried to swing a few punches.

"Stop playing with her Barry. We need to go." I barked.

Barry pulled out his gun and pistol-whipped her. She dropped into his arms, out cold.

I popped my collar and adjusted my sleeves. "Let's get her out of here."

We walked through the back door.

"Did you find your phone, Vance?"

Styles' yells were suppressed within the walls of the club. I slammed the back door of the car once Barry got her in the seats. We climbed into our own seats and sped into the holiday traffic.

I was finally going to win, now that I had my wild card.