Heartbreaker

Deal

Harry POV

I'd fallen into my job at a young age, over six years ago. I had been involved in a street fight that Zayn's father, Yaser, had witnessed. I was just as fucked up then as I am now. I could kill with my fists if I wanted to, and almost have on many occasions. Yaser liked that in me; he saw a rawness that reminded him of himself and decided to take me in. He was like a father figure to me since my father, his best friend, died when I was ten. He taught me how to fire a gun, and the general rules of underground crime. I was his number two, under Zayn, which I was fucking proud of. I was family to them. They were family to me.

“You got the stuff?” A voice brings me out of my reverie. I turn to the person, Scott is standing there with two of his dummies on each side of him.

“You got the money?” I didn’t quite ask, more like demanded, in a harsh tone.

“Yes.” He hissed back.

“Count it in front of me.” I told him, eyeing the movements his two idiots did. Scott did as he was told. I took the money and was pulling his coke stash from my pocket when I felt the punch on my cheek. I looked up. I was furious. Another punch met my stomach and right after that another to the ribs. Then they held me to the wall as Scott pointed a gun at my head.

"You know Styles. I've wanted you dead for a long time." Scott spat.

"Sorry to disappoint." I smirked. I wasn't going to die here, much less by his doing.

"You're not getting out of here alive." He landed another punch on my stomach. I waited for the next punch to come and pulled dummy number one as a shield. I heard him grunt before I pushed him on Scott. I then turned and beat the living shit out of dummy number two. I felt a kick to the ribs, sending me to the floor. I ignored the pain and quickly stood up.

One of the rules of fighting, being on the floor means losing.You might as well be dead.

That's when I heard it. The metal clinking sound. I looked up and she was there. Looking pale and scared. From the corner of my eye I saw Scott point at her. I threw a punch at dummy number one who was right in front of me and he stumbled backwards onto Scott, a shot was fired. I looked up quickly to see if he hit someone but there was no one on sight.

I ran out of there. Knowing Scott, he will recover quickly and run after her because she could identify him to the police. I ran through other alleys and onto the street. Cars honked but I kept running. I heard another shot and turned at the corner of the sidewalk. She was running towards where I was terrified. I saw Scott running after her, he saw me and pointed the gun at her again.