12.24.07

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5pm - 06/21/2017

I was taken to an isolated house. They tried talk to me the whole ride to the place, but I kept my mouth shut. Someone other than the two Styles, led me to a spacious room in the house. They set me down at a small table in front of a big window. Soon, someone walks in, but I don't look to see who it was. I stay facing the big window that almost took up the whole wall, gazing at the view.

"I told you not to leave." his voice was deep and soft.

I slowly turn around and he was sitting next to me at the table. "So you called daddy for help?"

"I didn't call him." he says through gritted teeth. "He has eyes all over the place and you hijacked a couple of his men's car. That's very messy, doll face."

"How was I supposed to know it was his men?" I snap softly, turning away from him.

"Lucy-" Harry said my name softly, but another voice overpowered his.

"Is that what you go by?" Des asks, sitting across from me. Harry becomes quiet, crossing his arms and leans back in his chair. "I think I like Lucille better. What did Randy and Jennifer call you?"

"Don't." I say angrily. "Don't ever speak of my parents."

"I'm sorry, sweetie." he apologizes, but chuckles, so I'm sure it wasn't sincere. "Do you want a drink?" he offers as someone walks in with a tray.

"Oh no, she doesn't drink." Harry speaks up and we both look at him. "I mean, she looks like she doesn't."

"Well if you don't, I can offer you some tea, coffee, wat-"

"I'll have what you're having." I interrupt his list of beverages.

Des smiles and gestures for the butler to pour the drinks. I take the glass and swig in the rough liquid. I cough a bit, setting the glass down to see both of them staring at me with astonishment.

"You're brave, Lucille." Des says, sipping his drink. "I could've easily poisoned you."

I stifle out a laugh, leaning forward. "It's funny that you think I care."

"Oh, I like you." Des says, leaning forward as well. "See Harold, this is the kind of girl you should be with. Ava was weak. You need someone strong and carefree like Lucille here."

Harry clenches his jaw, glancing at me. "Ava was my fiancé, dad, and I loved her."

"You can't love someone like Lucille?"

"She killed a lot of your men." Harry reminds him.

"I didn't like them anyway." Des shrugs, sitting back. "If they weren't strong enough to fight a girl then they weren't strong enough to be my men."

"Dad-"

"Harold, can I talk to Lucille alone?"

"I'd rather not." Harry says sternly. "She's n-"

"Harry, just go." I demand. "I don't need you here."

"Yes you do." he says, looking me in the eyes. "I'll go stand over there, but I'm not leaving the room." he snatches his glass, leaving the table to go across the room.

Des scoffs, rolling his eyes. "He's so stubborn like his mother."

"Are you two still married?" I ask with interest, setting my chin in the palm of my hand.

"We're not here to talk about me." he says with his thick accent. "I have a proposition for you, sweets." he starts, leaning forward again. "I would like for you to join my team."

I scoff and laugh immediately. "Like I would ever join a mafia that killed my parents. No thanks."

"Oh, well otherwise, I'll have to kill you." he pulls out his gun faster than I could blink. "You can join your parents."

I stare at the gun, glancing over at Harry who looked worried. I look back at Des who had no emotion whatsoever. I slowly lean forward, pressing the tip of the gun against my forehead.

"Go ahead, you just gave me more of a reason to die now." I say lowly then he cocks the gun.

"Wait! Wait," Harry steps in. "Dad, let me talk to her."

Des sighs, pulling the gun away and tucks it back in his pocket. "If you don't talk some sense into her, son, then I expect you to kill her yourself." he says angrily, storming out of the room.

"I'm not joining your filthy mafia, Harry, so you're just going have to kill me. It's what you wanted from the beginning anyway." I shrug, gulping down the rest of my drink.

"Lucy, my dad gives me an order and I have to go through with it."

"Didn't he have an order to find me and catch me? You did just that, but you never brought me to him." I point out. "Now you want to follow orders?"

"Well, I had ways to protect you from him, but now that he has a hold of you, he's not going to let you go unless you accept his offer." he tells me. "I can't help you escape because he now he has more men here than at the Dallas house."

"Then just kill me, Harry!" I shout out, standing up to walk over to him. "I really have no other reason to live anymore. My person is gone, I'm alone and a failure. I'm not kidding, there's no gun to my head trying to mess with you. I want to die."

"No you don't." he says, setting his glass down.

"Yes I do," I argue. "Give me one reason why I shouldn't take your gun now and shoot myself." I suggest, looking up at his eyes and he doesn't say anything. "Exactly, no reas-" he interrupts me by grabbing my face and pulls me into a kiss. I reach up to grab his hands and backed away. "No, you can't do that. You hate me and I hate you and that's no reason. It's not going to work."

"It was worth a try." he shrugs. "I'm just trying to save your life, but if you want to die then you'll die." Harry pulls his gun out from behind him and points it out me. "It was stressful, but nice knowing you, doll face."

I shut my eyes, waiting for my life to end in a split second. After a few moments of nothing happening, I open my eyes and connect them with his bright green ones. Suddenly, something flies into his forearm. Blood flies in different directions and it took a bit to react. He drops the gun, crying out in pain and holds the bleeding wound he apparently just got. I look in the direction it came from and a small hole making cracks appeared on the window. I walk over to it and run my finger over it. I focus my vision from the distance to see someone lying on the cliff. They wave at me and I frown, sending a wave back to them.

"Let's go. We have to get away from here!" Harry grips my shoulder, pushing me toward the exit.

The feeling of his touch leaves me and I hear a thump behind me. I turn to see Harry on the floor now holding his thigh. I look up at the window to see another hole. I kneel next to him, blood gets on my hands when I rest them on his wound.

"Come on." I breathe out, pulling his arm over my shoulder. We stand up and he struggles to balance. I break through the doors into an empty hall. "What happened to all the guards?" I ask, carrying him down the hall.

"They probably-" Harry stops when we turn the corner. Bodies were sprawled on the floor with blood spreading across the wood. "Shit, they're in the house."

"Who's they?"

"The people who fucking shot me." he curses, falling to his knees next to one if the bodies. He picks up a gun and hands it to me. "It'll only be us so-"

"Harry," I call for him when I start to become dizzy. He ignores me and continues the plan. Then the gun falls out of my hand because my muscles were weakened. "Harry, I-I'm dizzy." I tell him, tripping over my own feet and he quickly catches me. He groans and falls back. "What is- what is happening?"

He scoffs, leaning against the wall and sets my head in his lap. "My dad drugged your drink." he tells me. "Fuck."

"Wh-what? How did he?" my words were becoming slurred. "The butler poured from the same bottle."

"I'm guessing he coated the glass." Harry says, looking around. "He probably knew you wouldn't go along with joining us."

"Well, isn't he smar-" the sentence trails off then I blackout.