The Mafia King A Harry Styles Fanfiction

The Russian with tattoos

Harry was driving, the whole car was silence, the Russian guy was passed out in the back. No one dared to speak a word, our breathing was in snyc we all were breathing as one. We heard struggling we all know it was the Russian guy coming to so no one really paid attention to the noise.

"Lucya really wants you, Harry."
I turn around and saw Russian guy sitting up and every one did the same. " Harry, you must have been one excellent fuck." Harry slammed in the breaks which sent the Russian guy flying to the front seat. He was face to face with harry.

"Shut the fuck up!" Harry had pulled out his gun and had it on the guys face. No one said a word we just watched everything happen. Trevor put his had on Harry's arm trying to stop him from pulling the trigger, Harry hits the Russian with the back of his gun which knocked him out.

When we arrived home, Jason and Trevor helped bring the Russian guy in to the house and they put him in the basement tied up to the roof. Harry and I didn't look at each other for a since I found out that his first love killed my mother and wants him back. My mind was going hundred miles per hour. I sat on the stairs and began to cry, Harry walked towards me but I pushed him away. I couldn't understand why i was crying, my tear weren't going to bring my mother back or help me kill that bitch, lucya. I took a deep breath, pushed myself and cleaned my tears. I walked to Harry and my room, i unzip my dress and got into bed and closed my eyes Harry followed me shortly with my eyes close i could tell what he was doing, he took his pants off followed by his shirt, leaving him in his boxers he slip into bed with me. Harry fell asleep with in minutes but i couldn't sleep. I slip out of bed and made my way to the kitchen. I opened the fridge found one of Harry's delicious cakes. Thirty minutes later the cake was gone. I couldn't stop thinking about the Russian man with tattoos. Before i could stop myself, i went to the basement with a gun. The Russian was there dangling from the roof. He looked at me and smiled.

"I knew you couldn't resist yourself." I put my index and middle into my mouth and slowly pulled them out, He hissed, then pulled my index out my mouth and then i give him the middle finger. I smiled. Pulled out my gun.

"What a big gun for a little girl."
I pointed it to his head.

"Now this is how this is going to go, i will ask a question and you will answer it, okay?" He nodded. "Good, im glad we understand each other."

I pulled a chair and sat in front of him.

"Who is Lucya?"

"The Russian Prince cousin."

"How did Harry and her meet?"

"Isn't that a question for you husband?" I pulled the safety off the gun."Okay relax, they meet when Russian was under attack and they need a safe place for the kids. So Harry's father offered to watch the kids.

"What are you doing here?"

"Lucya asked me to, so i did."

"But why?"

"You see you stole her husband, she was to marry harry then you came into the picture and Harry's father thought she wasn't a good match for him and he picked you instead."

"But why kill my mom?"

"She wants you to suffer and if you suffer Harry suffer because he know its his fault." He began to laugh.

"Why are you laugh?"

"Im laughing because everyone in this house is about to die."

"Oh really?"

"Yeah" he smiled.

"Oh we know about your tracker, and you can tell that Russian bitch to go fuck herself." A walked away." Wait, nevermind i tell her myself." I shot him in the chest three times.

He deserves his tracker in the car, and how he were being follow home, and how he didnt have an weapon on him. Its was so transparent. Now to hope that bitch Lucya is with them stalking us.

I went back up stairs Harry had guns laid out on the dining table. I picked up a shot gun. Everyone was fighting outside. Harry was packing restore his ammo. He looked at me and didn't say a word.

"I-I don't blame you." He walked over to me and kissed me.

"That was all i wanted to hear." He smiled and looked into my eyes. "Are you ready for this?" I nodded. I ran up stairs to change into my bad ass kill suit. When i finally finished changing and had weapons at hand. i made my way downstairs.

''wow. he left me for you?'' a girl stood at the door. i point my gun at her.

''and you killed my mother.''

''yeah about that, she had it coming.'' she smiled. i smiled back and began to shoot at her. she ran, behind the wall.

''why you hiding bitch, you're the one who came into my house.''

''why don't we put down our weapon bitch.''

i shoot my shotgun creating a big hole on the wall.

''missed me bitch!'' she yelled. '' you know what im done talking to you. she pulled a gun. i ran you the stairs to the kitchen and she followed me. no matter how many bullet i shoot she keep dogging them she is like a fucking a cockroach.

''nice kitchen its well designed, who designed it?''

''i thought you said no more talking? i guess you are not very smart uh?''

''you know harry loves the kitchen, omg the memories''

''news flash i dont care!'' i throw a knife at her and it hit her arm.

she was looking at her wound. i ran and i tackled her to the ground. i feel the the anger pour out of me so i began to punch her until i was tired then i pulled out me gun and began to hit her with the back of the gun. i felt her head bust open but i couldnt stop. i was so mad i didnt hear when harry entered the house i just keep at it. harry had to pull me off her.

he look at me. ''she already died baby.'' i feel so many emotions and i couldnt hold them back i began to cry and i could stop. it was over. it was finally over.