Love Save the Empty

Twenty Seven

Bella watched as Harry’s joyful and amused expression contort into a stone cold glare, his eyes turning a deep shade of green as they focused on something over Bella’s shoulder.

“What’s going on?” she softly murmured.

The only response she received was the slight squeeze Harry’s hands gave to her hips as she lay astride him. He didn’t dare to move, for the man in the distance could be looking for them. The man could also just be here to visit a loved one just like Harry; but with Bella here, he wasn’t willing to take the risk in finding out.

Harry could feel Bella beginning to get restless above him. She was beginning to grow worried.

“Harry—“

“Shh, baby, it’s okay. Just stay quiet for me, beautiful.”

Harry watched the man’s every move, every turn he took, waiting for the right moment to move without the man seeing. It was hard to see through the thick layers of fog in the air, but Harry was grateful for it once he realized who exactly the man in the fog was.

As soon as the man’s back was turned, Harry swooped Bella up and ran behind a rather large tombstone. It was when he set her down when he realized that she was shaking. He could see that she was trying to hold back tears, trying to be strong. He felt his heart tighten in his chest.

“I need you to stay here for me, Isabella. Okay?” Harry asked softly, running his knuckles down her cheekbone. “Do not move from this spot unless I come and get you myself.”

All she could do was nod, for her nerves had gotten the best of her. Before he left, she grabbed the front of his shirt with two fists and pulled him into a passionate embrace. Harry could feel her lips slightly quivering while he kissed her. When they pulled away, Harry traced his thumb lightly over her bottom lip and stared deeply into her frightened eyes.

“I’ll be back for you soon, baby.”

With that, Bella watched him get up and walk away, instantly out of her sight when he moved back from behind the tombstone.

Harry stood by his mother’s grave and watched the man finally spot him in the fog. As he made his way over to Harry, Harry then saw another figure appear from the fog beside him. And then another. Three men arose from the fog and soon became face to face with Harry.

Harry recognized two of the men from another gang, The Mafia, the second strongest in the UK. They were a powerful group of people, but nowhere near as strong as Harry’s gang. The constant jealousy coming from The Mafia is what formed the rivalry between the two, due to the fact that The Mafia was always attempting to sabotage Harry’s father’s dealings and killings, and always trying to get them caught by the cops. Fortunately, they haven’t succeeded.

One of the guys that stood by the other two men seemed all too familiar to Harry. He lightly chuckled once he saw the scar that was drawn across his face, a permanent memory of the pain Harry once inflicted on him.

“Clyde,” Harry chuckled darkly, “Why am I not surprised you are with them now?”

Clyde didn’t respond. Instead, one of the other men, the tallest and bulkiest of them all, talked for him.

“We’re not here for a brawl Harry,” the man spoke, although Harry had a hard time believing him, “we just came here for a little chat.”

“I don’t do chats.” Harry responded dryly.

“I’m sure you don’t,” the man retaliated confidently. “I just wanted to introduce myself to you, seeing as though we haven’t met before. You see, I’m new to The Mafia, and I’ve heard a lot about you. Just wanted to see if you live up to what everyone says about you.”