Assailant [H.S]

Chapter 6

Harry's POV

"Where's the money, dipshit?" I yelled into the phone as I paced back and forth around the balcony of my home in Cambridge.

It's been approximately four days since my last match and the little guy I sent seeing stars, still owes me my goddamn money.

"Dude, you'll get it, trust me man." My previous opponent replied in a calm tone, acting like he could care less.

"Don't 'dude' me. I need it now. You have thirty minutes to drop it off at the location I just sent you before I personally find you and beat the living shit out of you, for a second time." I hung up the phone and walked back inside my room, slamming the sliding door behind me.

I need this money to pay back my manager, Kane. He always places bets on my fights which pisses me off to no end because we always end up in these situations. I figured I could smuggle some money from my opponent and also beat him up, and Kane would be pleased, but I ended up fucking it all up. Since I took longer than the usual time to knock him out, he lost the bet. Now I owe him the money from my opponent plus more. I already gave him my half, now I'm just waiting for the short little fuck to bring me the dough we agreed too.

I left my bedroom and walked downstairs into the living room. I grabbed the keys to my Lamborghini Countach LPI 800-4, one of the most limited and fastest cars in the world, while jiggling and twirling the keys in between my fingers. I whistled a soft tune to myself as I headed into my garage with my sunglasses and snap back.

I opened the door and slid into the driver's seat, turning on the car and revving the engine. I smirked as I turned my music up as loud as possible and pulled out of the garage. I sped off onto the one-way street, going against the traffic and weaving through the cars that honked in my direction.

Within three minutes I was at the secure location that all of my deals went through at. It was a small, secluded garden at the corner of Cambridge approximately five miles from my luxurious home in a gated community.

I got out of the car, locked the doors and put my keys in my back pocket. I walked inside the garden with beautiful roses, tulips, and bushes that made the place full of life. I found my usual spot and walked over, leaning against the black metal fence with my legs and arms crossed. The hair outside of my hat blew slightly in the wind, but otherwise it was a beautiful day.

I waited.

...and waited.

The little shit still wasn't here with my money.

I pulled my phone out of my pocket, still leaning up against the railing and dialed his phone number. It dialed against my ear over and over again before going to voicemail.

Now he's not going to answer?

I hung up and felt my fists clench up as I grew angrier. I already gave him a couple days grace period and he still flakes on me.

As I reached for the keys in my back pocket to leave and go find him, I saw a figure in the distance that resembled the man I fought just a few days ago. I leaned back against the fence and crossed my arms as the figure came closer, eventually only a couple feet away from me.

"Where's the money, Horan." I bickered in a calm, but assertive tone.

"Relax. It's in here." In his right hand, he held a boxing glove that was filled to the brim with cash and held it over in my direction, hinting for me to grab it.

Smart man for disguising it.

"How do I know it's all in there?" I grabbed the glove and examined it, keeping my sunglasses on as I remained against the fence, in a calm manner.