Maybe He Gives Me More

Mine

Harry's POV
"I think I want to leave the business, Luke." I told him knowing this was a bad idea. A small grim smile grew on his face as Ashton proceeded to grip Luke's shoulders.
When Louis told me why he stuck around it was almost mechanic. I had finally found someone I could see myself with and I found someone who's name didn't feel like the burn of liquor crawling out of my throat. I knew this time I couldn't let him slip through my fingers, and if it meant giving this up; I would.
"You think a slut like you will make it in the real world? You think there's money like this anywhere else? Harry, you're charging $50 every ten minutes," Luke shook off Ashton's grip and reached into his pant line taking out a Glock 17.
I knew that gun. It was the one he used to "break us in". He slowly edged closer to me and put the barrel to the side of my head. Luke reached his free hand and wrapped it around my throat,
"You don't get to just 'leave'. This shit is forever. You can run, but I will find you pretty boy. I raised the little slut out of you. You hear me? Ashton over here tells me you've got a thing for a client, and truth is, I don't care. Have a relationship. Do whatever the fuck you want but don't you dare turn back on the person who is the one to take care of you most. You're body doesn't belong to you or your little boytoy. The moment you came here is the moment you became mine. I do what I want. I'll make this very fucking clear Harry Styles, if you fuck with me I'll kill everyone you love."
My cheeks were getting red from lack of oxygen, and finally it processed in me that this job wasn't a 9-5 I could just simply quit, and regardless of it I'd have to make it possible with Louis to have both. I could have both work and love. I needed to. I nodded to the best of my ability but his grip only got tighter.
"Luke, let go." Ashton whispered. As soon as the words left his mouth Luke released his fingers immediately. "I have to go but I'll have your cut of my money in normal schedule. I'm sorry I asked. You know I'm yours." I quickly decided and took the fastest way to the door.
I truly felt bad for the people around me, I was never anything but an issue. I hurt Louis, made Niall leave, and now I couldn't even keep my pimp happy. I knew I had a client waiting for me at  but I knew I wouldn't want to do it. Not today. Not with what Louis told me.
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The random man's strong hands yanked my head back by my hair so I was gazing up at him through teary eyes. I didn't really care for these type of scenes with men I didn't know, but these were always the kind to make me the most money; the rougher they were the more I was allowed to charge.
"You like that?" His voice was thick and clear with lust. My ass was getting numb at how long I'd been sitting there waiting for him to pull out his dick. You'd think he'd just get on with it, but with guys like these it never went that way. They were always Mr.muscles and affair having motherfuckers.
"Yes, you're so big Papi." I dramatically moaned, 'papi' would be another $30 in my pocket. He raised his hand and slapped me on the face just enough times to make it sting. I hated when clients touched my face, and even more when they hit me. But I knew I wasn't supposed to say anything. My comfort wasn't a prime concern,it never would be.
"You're my little cock sucking bitch aren't you? Suck my dick so good you cum dumpster sl-" Before he could finish, he was cut off by another voice.
"H-harry?" I turned immediately to see him. Louis.