"I don't think I'll ever be able to get high or drunk enough to get the bad thoughts off my mind"
~ Unknown
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Joanna P.O.V
"You can't actually be thinking about letting him back in!" Harry yelled at Liam.
"Come on Harry don't be like that, he was young and stupid. Give him one more chance and now we have safes, our stuff is more secure. Plus, he has important information." Liam said with a smug smirk trying to convince Harry.
"Like...?" Harry asked raising an eyebrow while crossing his arms.
"Well, I know a couple of men that would love to have Lucca dead." Zamir blurted out.
Lucca is the son of the most dangerous man on this planet, Antonio Rossi.
Antonio Rossi is the reason why we do the illegal, dangerous things we do. The reason we are all here is that we all have one thing in common; he killed our families. He ripped away everyone dear to us, leaving us as orphans without proper love or care. Ever since then we've been thinking of ways to get revenge. We wanted to start slow. So for the last five years, we've been stealing his money. We've been robbing banks that he invested his money in.
'The worst thing to do to a man is fuck with his money'
Harry's words, not mine. We've only robbed fourteen banks so far and we have seventeen left. He was smart enough to not invest all his money in one bank. Instead, he joined with banks all over and we will take down every single one of them.
We were in what Liam likes to call the 'Planning Room'. It was the biggest room in the house. Also the best looking. It was covered in Zayn's beautiful graffiti and a little of mine also. I can't draw as good as Zayn but I had a little bit of a talent. The room had all of our merchandise, like our money we've been collecting all this time. We each had our own safe. Mine was filled with the money I collected over these years and other important things.
Our seven safes are lined up against the wall in the back. One safe was filled up with thousands of pounds of cocaine that we sell on the side to get extra money. In the front of the room were a flat screen tv, soft leather couches, and a coffee table in front of it. Then in the corner was a black punching back. Also a couple of weights.
"That involves us how?" Louis spoke up.
"Because we can help them. Next month Lucca is flying to LA for his cousin's party, it's a local club so anyone could show up. So then I was thinking Jo could put on a sexy little outfit or whatever and lure him in if you know what I mean. Then get him alone, and when that happens we could show up, kill him and then leave the club without being noticed. They're offering 30 million dollars all we have to do is bring his pinky finger as proof."
I looked at Zamir with skeptical eyes.
"Why his pinky finger?" Zayn asked.
"He has a small cross tattoo on it. Also his bone structure is curved a bit because he broke it when he was younger. Boom, that's solid evidence. And they'll pay you. Y'know, more money equals more weapons and supplies." Zamir explained with a triumphant expression.
A scheming smile started forming on Louis' face. He had a weird thing going on where he liked to cut up our victims. Especially when they were alive. I guess it's safe to say Louis is fucking crazy. But he's good with knives and if he does it well, let him do it.
"I don't think Jo is ready to handle that." Harry said causing me to roll my eyes.
"I'm not ten anymore Harry." I argued back.
"Maybes Harry right, what if Jo screws this up. What if Lucca doesn't find her sexy enough?" Niall asked.
Harry nodded his head in agreement.
I look at them, stunned.
"'Sexy enough'? What is th-?"
"Then Jay could help." Liam suggested, cutting me off.
"No." Niall and I said in unison.
"I can handle this. I've got it." There's no way I'm letting my sister get involved in things like this. At least not yet.
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Harry seemed a little heated after our conversation, he wasn't so happy with the idea of me seducing another guy, especially Lucca Rossi. After I checked on Jay I headed to his room. His door was slightly open so I just walked in.
"What the fuck?!" I screamed looking at the sight. Harry and Louis sat there snorting coke through a hundred dollar bill. They were obviously high already.
"Fuck off." Harry hissed. I walked up to them and flipped over the small table, knocking the powder substance on the floor. Harry got up in a flash.
"What the fuck?!" He yelled pushing me up against the wall. While Louis just sat there, wide eyed. What a great help he is.
"Don't fucking touch me like that!" I yelled about to push him back but he grabbed my wrist before I could.
I saw Louis walking out the room from the corner of my eye.
"Let me go!" I yelled trying to escape his iron grip, but he didn't budge instead he looked down at me with anger in his eyes.
"Why would you do that? It was a good batch." He asked, his stone cold yet slightly dilated eyes boring into mine.
"You promised me, you said you would stop." I said, my voice shaking. His eyes softened and he let me go.
"I'm sorry." He said engulfing me in a hug. I smiled and buried my head into his shirt. He still smelled like cologne and lavender.
"Are y-" Harry was cut off by Liam busting into the room. I'm guessing it was important based off the panicked look on his face.
"Jo, Jay's gone!"
