All That You Are

Chapter Five

His knuckles are aching; sore and swollen with gashes of blood soaking the torn skin. There's a mass amount of adrenaline that rushes through Harry when he goes on a debt collector run. There's an excitement to hear their fucked excuses, maybe a bit of amusement for the sadistic part of him that loves to hear them beg for mercy.

Tonight is no different. Luca Buevello, a known affiliate and person of business with the New York Famiglia. He's been a friend of the Dellucci's for years but as of recent, too focused on gambling away his life to pay back what he owes.

Smacked out of his head when Harry and Brian arrived, they've got him roped and bound to a chair in the middle of his pristine kitchen; splatters of blood coating the white floors and counter doors.

They've been there for two hours. At first, it was a chat; Harry having at least a thread of trust in the man for knowing his step-father for so long, but he soon grew ballsy, commenting on his marriage and how he'd like to know how his Mother tastes. That's what got him tied up with a black eye, broken nose and a kitchen steak knife lodged in his thigh.

Harry's breathing slowly, chest heaving with deep breaths and his shirtsleeves have been rolled up to his elbows. The last time he was dressed like this was almost two weeks ago when he and Y/N were cooking pizzas together.

Maybe that's what's got him so impatient. He doesn't want to be making appearances in debt collections. He wants to be at the penthouse with Y/N, finding out what's going on with her, what that fucking kiss means.

"I'm losing my patience with you, Luca," he starts, leaning the palms of his hands on the edge of a counter.

Brian's got that sadistic smirk on his face, fingers gripping Luca's fucked jaw to force him to look at him with blurred vision.

"I was willing to give you more time, but you just had to open your fucking mouth," he tuts, pushing off the counter and walking toward him.

Luca's face is unrecognisable, bruised and swollen and matted with sweat and blood. "Now, I'm going to untie you and you're going to unlock your safe with your little fingerprint and give me my money," he explains the simple steps, standing behind the man with a knife to the ropes.

"And if you try anything funny, you know we only need your finger to get that money. I'm giving you a chance to redeem yourself here, Luca," Harry tantalises, knowing the older man has never liked the younger one.

He's just like Salvatore, doesn't think Harry should rule as Capo with his traitor blood. He's team Nino, if you will.

Luca makes a muffled noise of acknowledgement and Harry cuts the rope. Brian pulls it off his body and takes a few steps back, watching with squinted eyes. Harry's got a hand fisting the back of his shirt, just by his neck, and he guides him through the kitchen and into Luca's personal office.

He mistakes Harry's willingness for stupidity and in a haste of movements into the doorway of the office, Luca tugs the knife from his thigh with a muffled scream and rams it into Harry's side in one swift motion. He doubles over in pain, grip on Luca faltering but Harry's quicker, stronger than Luca anticipates.

Luca's hand is still on the knife, trying to jab it deeper into his side but Harry grabs his wrist in a vice-like hold and tugs, twists it backward and breaks his thumb and wrist in a single snap. Luca falls to his knees, screaming and cursing profanities as Harry pulls the knife from his side and drags it across his throat in a quick slit.

Thick blood pools from the sharp incision as his body plummets to the floor, lifeless but still twitching. Harry's breathing is heavy, groaning as he falls back against the door frame.