invasato [h.s]

27

Zayn Malik

"What the fuck do we know about this guy anyway?"

I hear Liam's voice from the driver's seat of this beat up Pontiac. Weed smoke blows from between my lips and out the window.

"We know his name. Alec Samsworth..." Louis speaks, the conversation fading into background noise as I shut my eyes and rest my head against the back of the seat.

Tonight is one of those nights where we have to conduct business for the organization—not for us. We've been cruising around in this old car for a good thirty minutes now to get to our destination. An old beat up car is the perfect disguise to keep us lowkey.

"How much does he owe?"  Niall questions from beside me, in the middle of the row of backseats.

"I dunno." Liam responds. "Harry? You got any idea."

I open my eyes to glance at Harry who was next to Niall, counting an amount of hard drugs contained in a duffel bag.

"Buddy owes minimum 10 grand in US dollars with what he's buying from this stash alone." Harry murmurs as he counts through stacks of contraband. "That's not even counting what he owed before that."

Niall laughs. "Dumbass thought he got off the hook by running across the world."

I shake my head with disdain. "Who comes to Italy of all places to run from organized crime? Honestly this is just natural selection."

"He won't even know what hit him." Liam says.

This stuff is nothing to us. It's just a part of what we do, like any other job. Our specific job today is to conduct a drug deal with some dude who came here from Los Angeles, but it's not just any drug deal, because this bastard has been avoiding paying his dues in drug money for months. And we've been told to give him a...warning.

And if our warning doesn't get through to him in two weeks, we go back and kill him.

Again, it's just business.

"So, does this guy live alone or what?" Niall asks.

"He should be alone. He's been hiding in a motel room under some alias—Chad Walker." Louis explains.

"Dumbass name." Liam responds with a laugh.

"He could have chosen any name and he chose that one. He deserves to get beat the fuck up." Niall cackles as well.

"Are you guys gonna be jokers this whole fuckin' time or are we actually gonna get some business done properly?" Harry suddenly cuts the laughing off, his voice serious and clearly annoyed. It makes the whole car silent until Niall decides to poke the bear.

"Damn, how big is the stick up your ass?"

I've only ever seen Harry's violent, murderous looks when he's about to get a job done...but the look he just gave Niall has me thinking that maybe there will be one empty seat in this vehicle soon enough.

Thank god I didn't take the middle seat.

But I can't sit here and say I disagree with Niall. Harry has been extra irritable lately. It's like everything is pissing him off, and I've never known Harry to be a viscously angry person. His anger is more of a terrifying calmness, like he knows what he's capable of and he knows he can fuck shit up if he wants to.

He bottles it in, but he never ever explodes.

However, lately he's just been in such an insufferable mood. I get that the bank robbery was a fail, but he was acting like this before that. Today, it's been amplified, like he would much rather be alone instead of in a car with all of his fellow gang members.