His.

1. His

My name is Jade Radcliffe, I'm currently 20 and on my way to meet my husband. Betrothed husband that is. I know absolutely nothing about him, except for I'm his and only his.

You see my "husbands" father is the leader of the Hell Bound gang in West Side London. It is tradition in the Styles family that when the eldest son turns 22 he is to take over everything that is his fathers in other words the Hell Bound. But to do so he must be married. That's where my family comes in, my father David is basically best mates with my "husbands" father. My father has absolutely no respect for woman, that's what caused my mothers suicide. She thought she was married to the sweet boy she met years before but he turned on her after their honeymoon, he abused her mentally, physically, and emotionally. After she died he went on to abusing me, of course I've tried running away but they always caught me. I hate him, and I'll never forgive him for what he's done to me, he only kept me a virgin so this monster could have me, I would give anything to not have children, so they don't feel the pain of what I've been through.

I looked at myself in the mirror once more to make sure I looked presentable enough to pass my fathers eye. I wore a navy blue dress that went right above my knees, and from the shoulder blades up was lace. My dark brown hair framed my face stopping right below my breasts, black eyeliner surrounded my eyes the same colour of the dress. Today is my wedding, a forced one. It wouldn't be a wedding from the movies where the groom and bride actually love each other, no it would be a gun pressed to my back and repeating whatever the Hell Bound priest says.

I turned around from the mirror and to my desk where a pill bottle sat. Pregnancy pills given to me only so he could 'enjoy' me so a while before I am to bare him a child. Quickly I took my daily dose and looked around my bedroom, I definitely wont miss this. Too many memories, horrible unforgettable memories.

I timidly walked down the stars in my black flats. I walked into the kitchen where he stood, the man who ruined me. Standing there quietly I waited for him to notice my presence, knowing if I spoken unless spoken to I would be slapped. Finally he turned around eyeing me up and down, a cigar in one hand and a beer in the other, I only prayed he wasn't drunk again.

"It's about time," he spat "all that time I give you and you come out looking like that!" I winced at his words, always rude and vulgar and yet I would never be used to them.

"I'm sorry." I bowed my head,

"Sorry for what?" I looked up and stared at his deep brown eyes, dark circles encased them.

"Sorry that I don't dress like a slut that you get danced on every night," I was cutting in close, before I knew it I had a stinging pain in my left cheek, I held it trying not to let any tears fall, one did.

"Don't think just because your leaving Harry won't punish you just the same," Harry so that was the monsters name, "you'll be lucky if he's gentle with you tonight. Now get in the damn car." I nodded and walked into the garage and into his black Jeep Wrangler.

We walked through the main Hell Bound facility, passing perverts who eyed me creepily. Finally coming Mr. Styles office, my father knocked on the door.

"Radcliffe! That better be you! Get in here!" He spoke harshly, my father opened the door grabbing my upper arm and pulling me inside. I brushed my side bangs out of my face looking up to see four men, Mr. Styles and three unknown faces. One had short brown hair and sweet puppy dog brown eyes, another had dark brown curly hair styled into a quiff and emerald green eyes I could lose myself in, and the last had jet black hair in a quiff and eyes that could kill. When I looked back at the curly headed one he was eyeing me up and down with a smirk I wish I could smack off of him. My father squeezed my arm once more before shoving me into the smirking bastard. He acted quickly by putting both of his large hands on my lower back, my hands were on his hard chest I could feel the muscle under his black shirt. I looked up from his chest and into his eyes that were studying my face, or staring at my boobs I could not tell. Suddenly his head came down next to mine, his curls tickling the side of my face and neck. I could feel his hot breath on my ear,

"Hello love, I'm Harry." His deep raspy voice sent chills down my spine causing me to gasp. He gave a small chuckle at my reaction,

"I can't wait to take you home, and take whats mine." He whispered once more before pulling away smirking and looked to his father.

"Alright!" his father clapped loudly,

"Liam, if you don't mind I think Harry would like to take his bride home." he said chuckling, this short haired one nodded so I assumed he was Liam,

"Zayn," he said with a strong voice, the other one nodded behind me and I felt cold metal against my lower back where Harry's hands had laid, then I heard a click.

A gun click.

Many stupid vows made for me later,

"Jade do you take Harry to be your husband?"

"I- I," Zayn pushed the gun into me,

"I do," I lied

"And Harry do you take Jade to be your wife?"

"I do," That stupid smirk I hated it, but it was addicting.

"I now pronounce you husband and wife, Harry you may kiss your bride."

That's when Zayn removed the gun, that were replaced by Harry's warm hands as I was pulled into his chest. His soft plump lips came forcefully upon mine as he gave me my first kiss. His tongue asked for access, which I did not want to give but my body had other ideas. I opened my lips enough for him to explore my mouth. It felt like minutes but it was only seconds that we shared that lustful kiss. I was his and now there's nothing I can do about it.

A/N: So that was the first chapter of His.

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