Cleo

An "Army"

I woke with a splitting headache and found myself in a disgusting bathroom. My bathroom. I found the remains of last night's cod all over the floor and even though I didn't want to, I had to clean it.

I took an Aleve and started cleaning. When I finished, I snuck a look at myself in the mirror. I felt and looked like that painting of the mangled face. The one where the guys everything was placed in different spots. It's a widely known piece, very famous. But my face was not going to be admired far and wide like that, so I hopped in the shower and sat there for a while, letting the water was away the evil that vodka had attracted to me.

When I had finished, I went to the kitchen and grabbed a water and placed some toast in the toaster, everything else seemed too heavy and I knew I needed something to eat before Jesus' and Gio's men came. I didn't need to look more unsuited for my position. I was a young girl leading a bunch of men, I needed to be put together to get through it in one piece.

Most people didn't know what I looked like, I was always indoors and I took meetings with very few people. I doubted the men sent to me would know what they were getting into. I expected back talk, touchy hands. I wasn't expecting them to take me seriously and that is why they would have a big surprise. Because I wasn't about to put up with them.

To my luck, Jesus and Giovanni knew what they were sending their men into. They'd show up, get rowdy, rude and I would probably break a couple wrists or have my boys do it. They were basically trained assassins compared to the gang bangers showing up at my doorstep.

They were probably warned. But knowing most men, they would laugh me off and try to break me down. I hadn't been that vulnerable in over a year. I was taught by the best heartless bastards in the country.

"How's your head?" Harry asked as he walked in the kitchen.

I rubbed my eyes and shrugged, "Could be better, but at least the pain has dissolved into a dull throb." Harry pulled out my chair and pulled me up. He sighed with a smile and planted his lips on mine in a hungry kiss.

Of course I didn't hesitate to kiss him back. I did pause before I unbuttoned his shirt, it was only for a second, but it was enough to make me seem less of a horny bitch. Not that Harry cared.

He lifted me quickly and put me down on the table. His lips moved from mine and down my neck, his teeth slightly marking their path before he bit the collar of my shirt. His hand moved up my leg and found the one spot that made me whine. His hand lingered on my inner thigh for a moment before he pulled away and walked to the fridge.

I sat on the table, my heart racing and glared. Of all the men I'd been with, Harry was the biggest tease. He'd get me in the mood then walk away, I'd have to pull him back and nearly beg for him to continue. But as I slid off the table, Niall was attacking the coffee pot.

I didn't bother grabbing Harry, my mind was telling me I had other things to do, that I needed to get my head in the game. But with that asshole Styles in my head, I couldn't really think straight. So I ate my toast quietly and when Niall was balancing his breakfast down the hall to his room, I was ripping the buttons off Harry's brand new shirt.

If Niall was up, I knew the others would soon follow, so I took his hand and lead him to the closest room available. Harry smiled mischievously as I pushed him on his bed and climbed on top of him, ripping at his belt. His hands grasped my sides as he rolled us over. Brown curls moved as he shook his head. "Always rushing." He tsked.

I bit my lip as his found my stomach. My fingers latched onto his hair as his tongue met my breast. As my shirt lifted from my body, I let go of Harry and helped him undress. "You've got ten minutes to show me what you've got." He smiled, "Don't get cocky, bet you can't up the last time."

"I was holding back." He teased, positioning himself above me. "You'll be wanting more than ten when I'm through with you."

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Harry and I snuck out about thirty minutes later and quietly sat in the living room watching an amazing rerun of Friends. It wasn't too long after that that the doorbell rang and we had fifteen men crowding around the kitchen table. "You're the big bad mafia bitch?" One man said before Harry stepped forward, his hand on the gun in his pants. "So you have dogs to do the dirty work, can't handle us yourself?"

"I can handle you, I'm actually a pretty good shot." I smiled and looked around the room, "But that's not the point of this little get together. We all have a common enemy and I've requested your help to make sure we get out of this alive." I pointed around the kitchen, "Take what you need, use what you need, request anything you might need, but you must respect my house and the people in it. Anyone steps over the line, you will be issued your consequence and if possible, walk out of my house and never return again." The men grunted almost unwillingly and left when I returned to the living room.

Jesus' five men walked outside and sat in the yard while the others spread out, mostly admiring the house, some jumping at the offer of food and beer. I sat with Harry for a while longer and watched as they quickly went from interesting to boring, dirty gangsters.

Jasmine had come out of her room at one point and quickly retreated when she saw a large amount of eyes staring at her thin structure like a prize that had to be won. But of course, they didn't move, unsure if they were going to believe I'd disable them or have one of my "hounds" do it for me.

Liam found friends in a few of the Pellino's men. He was showing off his gun collection to a few of them, his eyes lighting up as he explained where he got them and who he used them on. As horribly twisted as it was, I found a bit of happiness in myself watching him so enthusiastic about such a gruesome subject.

Zayn and Niall had no interest with the guests at all, they were off with Harry trying to plot and plan a reasonable escape if we were to be under attack.

Louis was more interested in Jasmine than anything else, really. He was taking his assignment seriously and found himself fetching needed things for her. He would give me a look of annoyance each and every time he passed, though.

So far, so good.