Harry Styles, a secret service agent working for British intelligence is tasked with finding the killer after a series of brutal but calculated murders across Europe. His mind is sharp, he's smart, arrogant and works with a precision that leaves no...
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Winter
"Son of a fucking bitch." My voice echoed through the entire bottom floor of my friends flat. The front door swung open so aggressively from how hard I had pushed it that the handle hit off the inside wall, probably denting it, but I could give less of a shit about the wall.
My hand was pressed tight against the wound, still spilling out blood. Enough blood that I was light headed, I was struggling to walk all the way back to the flat, especially in broad daylight, trying not to draw attention to the fact I was bleeding out. I stumbled inside, kicking the door closed behind me. I'd never been filled with so much rage in my entire fucking life. That prick.
"Winter?" Another voice called from somewhere inside, and from the kitchen, a head popped around.
Pearl's eyes widened when she saw me, and immediately she panicked, rushing towards me when she saw the state of my body, the blood covering my hand, my stomach, running down my legs. It had dripped into the oak flooring.
I hoped to fuck it wasn't stained or I was going to use his fucking curly fucking mop head of hair to clean it up.
"Son of a fucking mother fucking—" My words were cut off when I stumbled forward from how light headed I was. I fell right into Pearl. Her arms closed around my shoulders and she hauled me back up to stand.
Another presence was there a short moment later, Pearl's boyfriend, Zayn, had his arm hooked beneath mine a second later, and he helped to lift me into the kitchen so I didn't have to walk.
"Jesus. What is it this time?" He grumbled.
I had known Pearl my entire life, we grew up together, learned together, trained together and she was my best friend, my only friend in the world. The only person I needed. It wasn't the first time I had appeared at the front door covered in blood, and she had done the same countless times. There was a procedure at this point. There was no need to panic and rush about, we knew how to take care of the situation.
