Dépaysement (h.s)

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Harry Styles

Ow.

Another punch to my temple by Luca which forces my head to hit the cold and hard ground.

"Come on..that's all you got?" I speak out of breath, slightly grinning.

I was knocked out right after I was shot in the calf, when I woke up I found myself in a white sterile room with nothing in it but the chair I'm tied to in the middle of it and Luca's hideous face staring at me.

I stopped focusing on the pain in my calf and started focusing on the pain in my head.

It hurts, but I don't show it. Luca doesn't deserve the satisfaction of my pain.

"Where is he, Harry?" He makes contact with my nose this time.

"I don't know what you're talking about." I smile. The blood caused from the contact hits form a metallic taste in my mouth.

"You know damn well what I'm referring to, where the fuck is my son?!" He raises his voice.

I shrug, my vision getting fuzzy. "You're asking the wrong person, maybe ask the one he was seen with last."

He scoffs, "The girl? Oh please, she doesn't know her ass from her foot." The subtle mention of Delilah and her name being dragged makes me feel physically sick.

I know he's trying to get a rise out of me. It's so obvious that he's lying, especially considering he's relied on Delilah a lot these past few months.

My jaw clenches, "Watch it, Luca."

"Or what, Harry? You gonna kill me? You don't stand a chance in hell against me, I made you." His head tilts, his eyes bold and soulless. "I know you and the three stooges have something to do with my son being missing. As soon as my men found out you weren't at your residences, I knew. So what did you do to him?"

I sigh, "Maybe we did. Maybe we didn't. What are you gonna do exactly? No matter what I say I'm dead anyways."

He crouches to be eye level, "Why exactly are you here right now, son? What goal did you have in mind sneaking in here? There are cameras everywhere, but you know that. Do you have a death wish?"

I chuckle, "Honestly?" Luca nods so I continue, "I've had a death wish since I started working for you. You gave me the kiss of death the second I moved up and became a reliable asset to you, I've been doomed from the start."

His eyes narrow—seemingly stunned by my words. "You tell me where my son is, I let you walk. You don't tell me, I kill you. It's your choice, boy."

I sigh, "Fine. I'll tell you."

His eyes widen while still being eye level with me, "I knew you'd choose right." A slight smile crawls up his face.

"He's..."

His jaw clenches in anticipation.

"Up your fucking ass you miserable excuse of a human." I spit in his face which causes him to bring his hand immediately to it to wipe it off. I kick his chest to force my chair to fall backwards towards the floor, breaking the wood immediately. The rope comes off easily from the broken chair. I stand up straight and wipe my hands on my jeans. "Well, this was fun."

I grab ahold of his hair and force his head to look up at me in his still crouched position, "Rot in hell, Luca. At least now you'll be with your son."

His eyes widen.

My fist meets his nose.

His temple.

His head.

His cheek.