SCREEN | Harry Styles ((DISCONTINUED))

2. Take It or Leave It.

Sorry if this was quite short and also for any spelling/grammatical errors. And if this was boring, don't worry hopefully by the next chapter it would be much more interesting. I'm trying not to rush things.

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Holding On to You - Twenty One Pilots

"Wait, you want us to steal this so called 'experiment' from this wealthy psychotic Russian dealer?"

Liam asks the client who wore a ridiculous red suit with studs over the shoulder pads. The client - whose name was Jon - ran his fingers through his bleached blonde hair, "yes indeed. I'll be more than happy to pay you a large sum of money."

Edward eyed the man curiously, "how much?"

"You name the price. All I want from you is to get that experiment." The bleached blonde fellow swiftly folded his arms over his chest. A sly smirk played on his lips as he eyed both the two young men; reserving judgement. After hearing lots of stories from his men about Edward having such a high rated mafia gang, he didn't want to be so gullible; he wanted to see how good they really were said to be.

Edward glared at the man - debating whether or not he should accept the deal. He didn't want to look for new men again ever since he lost a lot before. Looking for new ones is very difficult as many were a bunch of wimps and cowards.

Edward's eyes darts over to the two bulky men in suits who guarded behind him. "It seems like you're a rich guy and got enough men to do the dirty work for you." He nods his head at the men. "Well, my men aren't fit for that kind of job." Jon swaggered towards Edward, his arms still folded.

"I know that you're quite a savvy man Edward," he circled around him like a predator taunting around its prey. "There's a big possibility that this mission could be successful if I were to put your gang in charge."

"If you want, I'll pay you the price now so even if you failed you still got what you wanted." Jon told him, exchanging quick glances at Liam every once in a while. He stopped circling around the green-eyed sadist before returning to his spot in front of the two guards. Jon shrugged his shoulders before snapping his fingers and a cheque book was immediately placed onto his palms, "your choice; take it or leave it."

"How much do you want? Five-hundred thousand, or do you want more?" Jon looks up, a pen held on his right hand, "I can go even higher if you like; I don't have much of a limit."

This man was desperate and it was so obvious. He really wanted the experiment no matter what. Liam stepped forward as he stand beside his leader. "What is this experiment anyways?" Liam squint his eyes at the change of Jon's expression.

"It's something very meaningful and very valuable to me, if I could say so." Jon was quick with his choice of words. He smirked widely before tapping his vibrant gold suede pointed shoes on the ground. "Money isn't getting any younger: I am not getting any younger."

The two exchanged looks before eyeing the blonde fellow. "We'll take it then," Edward muttered under his breath.

"For a million pounds."

Jon's face breaks out into an evil smirk – but not as devious as Edward's. "I knew you had a keen eye for the right choice Mr Styles. It will be delivered to you shortly," he tells him before extending his arm out to Edward for a exchange of hand shakes.

Edward eyes the hand before grabbing it for a tight shake. Once they had let go of contact, Jon turns around to whisper something into his guard's ear before the guard turns around swiftly to job back to their car. "What if we actually got you that experiment? What happens then?" Liam asks.

Jon shrugged his shoulders, "you can be paid double the price."

"Two million?!" Liam exclaimed in surprise. The blonde haired man nodded his head before turning around to grab a file that his guard was holding onto. "Here's the information that you need to know; the location, headquarters and the big boss. I'm sure that you will be able to reach my expectations."

"What is in the experiment that makes you want it so much?" Edward asks, his arms folding tightly over his chest. "I won't tell you much, but it belongs to me." Jon replies.

Edward didn't want to trust this man - it was like he ever trusted any of his other clients - he just wanted the money. He was glad that this man was willing to pay now even if the mission wasn't successful; the money is worth more than the victory right?

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"Ed, that son of a bitch wasn't bluffing." Liam gaped in awe as he felt a stack of cash weigh on the palms of his hand. "We're fucking even richer than ever!" The buzz cut man leans back on the sofa chair as he starts counting one of the many other stacks of money. Liam already knew that it would take even more than two days to finish counting up all the dollar bills, he just haven't seen this many money in his entire life.

Edward wasn't that interested in the money, he was much more interested in the mission. He was thinking of a strategy plan of breaking into the headquarters and taking that stupid experiment. After reading through the information given to him, he wasn't much too happy about having the money now.

The 'big boss', Jedd Ronalds - an older man as powerful as Edward is, but the man was much wiser with his antics – the only thing that feared him is how the headquarters was heavilyguarded.

He was sure that he will be able to steal that item – with the help of some people that were fit for the job – but how was he suppose to come out of the mission, still with a large amount of men. "Holy shit, my brain hurts. There's just that much money!" Liam exclaimed.

"Shut up Payne, I'm trying to think." Edward snapped at his friend who was crazed over the wealth.

"Hey, don't over-think about that shit. Even if the mission was a fail we still got tons of money." Liam waved the cash in front of his face. Edward looked over at Liam and at the money as he lets out a sigh, shaking his head. "Two days Liam, two days to plan everything. This is another big mission Liam. The money is something I have no problem with, it's the amount of men that we might lose."

"Our members are the source of us getting the money Payne. What if we lose a massive amount, remember when we tried looking for new members since that shitty mission? It was fucking horrible - I don't want to go through it again!" Edward exclaimed as he stood up from his chair and ran his fingers through his hair. Liam looked down as he understood what Edward was trying to say.

If they lost a lot, the search for more would just be another hair-ripper. Before many were too afraid to die and be part of the gang, what more if they were to look again?

"Hey man, we're smart about this right? We'll figure something out." Liam stands up and walked over to Edward as he wrapped a friendly arm around Ed's shoulders. Edward stared at the wall of his office before turning his head to look at Liam.

Liam gives him a warm smile before patting his back and turning back to go to his place at the sofa chair. "Hey, I have to go now." He picks up his coat that was laid over the back of the furniture. "I'll be back later," Liam starts making his way to the door. Edward furrows his brows at the man who gave him a simple nod as a gesture for a goodbye before opening the door and leaving the room.

He wonders where Liam disappears off to all the time. But it never really bothered him and he didn't want to seem like he took control of his best-friend's life.

It wasn't right.