Prologue

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Harry's P.O.V.

My phone buzzes, interrupting me in my work, its unknown.... Frowning I answer the call...

"Hello... who is this?" I speak, cautiously.

"Hello... Harry... long time no see..." a hoarse voice, answers from the other end..

"Sorry, may I know who are you?"

"Well, you can say your or your sister's secret admirer...."

"Excuse me, will you tell me who the hell are you?" I yell.

"Calm down, man, you'll be thrilled when you'll come to know, who i am!."

"Listen I don't have time to listen to your shit, okay." I hiss.

"Oh Harry, calm your nerves, as it makes me want to piss you off, more."

"Shut the fuck up, and tell me, why you called...?"

"Oh, dude, you really want to get to the point straight then fine"

"good." I say.

"well, I have called to remind you something, about an accident.", "and i hope you might remember that accident, i guess."

"Just shut the fuck up, who the hell are you and w-what accident you are talking about?" I hiss, raking my fingers through hair  in tension.

"oh, Harry, i don't want your smart mind know, instead keep it safe as you'll be needing that later, and you know which accident i am talking about." he replies.

"What do you want?" I ask, as fear takes over of losing my sister, I can't lose her.

"I want her, I mean Kathie Blackswan, back."

"no, but it wasn't her fault, why do you want her..... not happening, I'll not let that happen, you can take whatever else you want, she is my sister and I cant lose her." I beg, my voice changes to whisper as the thought of losing her sends chill, down my spine.

"I have made my mind, buddy. And I have called to tell you that I want her, back, so, don't give me your fucking advice, okay." And the line goes dead. I stare at the phone and throw it away in frustration, hitting it by the wall. I can't lose her, I'll do anything and everything possible to protect her.

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