Facing His Demons (Harry Styles, One Direction)

Chapter Six

"So sweetheart..." Tommo stood over me, and the chair that I was nervously sat on. He used his presence intimidatingly.

I looked up. I knew that whatever they said, I wouldn't like. All it took was two words for realisation to hit me. 'Gang Meeting.' I knew that it was my chance.

If I'd had any doubts that Tommo was the one in charge of this gang, they were gone now. My eyes moved around the smoky room. It was filled with men of various ages, covered in a range of tattoos. Everyone seemed to have a bottle of alcohol or a cigarette in one hand, and half the men had some girl upon their laps.

It made me even more uncomfortable as I watched them. Every time I heard a glass falling to the ground my heart skipped a beat. Every time I closed my eyes I could hear the cacophonous screams of the man I had witnessed being murdered. I shuddered.

Tommo was still staring at me. Almost testing my response to the atmosphere. He was probably judging wether or not I was of any use to them, or if I was too weak.

"Everyone leave. Come on you've had your fun." Tommo shouted loudly, at everyone except for the small group gathering around us. I guess they were the ones that he trusted the most.

There were voices around me as everyone started to clean up the mess and got back to work, but I didn't really hear them. I only heard enough to know that Tommo had summoned me. I obediently followed him with my head tilted downwards as we made our way upstairs into a small room that seemed to be an office. It had a desk, chairs and papers sprawled everywhere. I sat down in the chair in front of the desk, still silent and shocked.

By the sheer size and documents in the office, I could tell that this wasnt an ordinary gang. It was a thought out and well planned illegal organisation. And now I was a member.

I was aware of there being other's in the room. The usual men, Payne Horan and Styles were there, as well as a few others.

It was a larger audience than I wanted. Tommo was sitting on the edge of the desk in front of me, watching me in silence for a few moments.

"You will have to hurt people Cocoa. Sometimes innocent ones at that, are you scared?"

"Sickened would be a better word. I refuse to do it. You won't kill me, I already know that."

My answer didn't seem to please him. He'd clearly wanted me scared to further enforce his power over me.

"And what makes you think that." He smirked.

"I've defied you enough. If you wanted me dead, I'd be dead. You need me, there's something you're not telling me. I can see it."

I wasn't entirely sure if I was right but Tommo's reaction affirmed my suspicion. It wasn't just a mistake that I was here. It was a plan.

"No, you're right. I won't be killing you. But the longer you're here without giving me what I want, the less rules I'll have about you."

He leaned over me, a hand on either side of the chair as he towered over me and brushed his lips lightly against my ear. "Have you ever been hurt Lacey? Touched?"

The question was evil and sent a shiver down my spine.

"I told those boys not to touch you when we arrived. But if you don't give me what I want, that rule will be one of the first to go away. You saw the women we keep around. You're new and exotic. Young. Those men won't think twice about claiming you, and none of them take no for an answer. And I mean none of us."

He threatened in a low voice before chuckling as he slowly leaned away from me.

The boys around the room laughed slightly. I dropped my head slowly, heart pounding for a few moments in fear. He'd said he might not keep me in the gang, that I wasn't worth it. But deep down I knew there was no escaping this fate. I was joining Gang 7.