Harry
I sat down at the large conference table with a loud sigh, facing everyone with a bored expression.
"You're late, Styles." Aaron said immediately, and I rolled my eyes.
"Obviously." I answered. "I literally just got the call from Zayn ten minutes ago. Anyway, what the hell was so important?"
With one last disapproving glare, my uncle turned away and faced the rest of the group. "Luke, fill them in."
I rolled my eyes for the second time in two minutes at Luke and his irritating lost puppy attitude. He was always trying to get in Aaron's good books because he wanted the company handed to him. I looked to my left and saw Louis mirroring my expression.
"You five," Luke started, and I turned to face him with a deep scowl. "Vincent is starting trouble. It turns out that the Spanish are back in England, and they're out of drugs. I don't know how, but word got out about our stash and they want in."
"Now," Aaron cut in, "You know these guys are ruthless and there is nothing stopping them. Spain is apparently going through some problems, and men from all over the country are joining the mafia in hopes of getting more money. This unfortunately means that Vincent has an endless supply of people working for him, willing to do anything to get some cash. And when I say anything, I mean anything."
"But why are we worried?" Niall spoke up, confused. "We are untouchable."
"You say that now, but their numbers are currently in the ten thousands, and rising rapidly." Aaron answered grimly.
"Well what can we do about it?" I asked, tired of being lectured about a problem with no talk of a solution.
"We don't, not yet anyway." Aaron replied. "The last I heard was that they were back here, looking for drugs. I mean, there's really nothing we can do because if we start a fight, they'll immediately retaliate and they haven't actually done anything to suggest that they're a threat."
"Yet," muttered Liam.
"Look, I'm not saying everything is buttercups and daisies, but we shouldn't get ourselves all hyped up about something that hasn't happened yet."
"There's always a might though," Louis pointed out.
"Of course you should be on guard about this and not be too friendly with everyone you meet, but just don't go around shooting anyone who looks suspicious." Aaron said with a pointed look at Niall.
"That was one time!" Niall defended.
"One time we don't need a repeat of." Aaron answered, standing up. "Now, be cautious but don't frighten innocent citizens. I have to go, and I'll leave you guys in Luke's capable hands to go through the shipments." He swiftly left the room.
Absolutely fantastic. I rolled my eyes.
"Gentlemen! Luke called, receiving five death glares in return. I had a sudden urge to knock his teeth out.
"We've had orders from Mexico, California and New York, and three crates of shipments in yesterday. The shipments we've just received and the ones ready to be sent out are all in the storage building in Manchester. Questions?"
"Why are you telling us this?" Zayn asked.
Luke rolled his eyes. "As part of the head of this organisation, you guys need to know what's going on at all times." He answered.
"Are we done here? Good." I deadpanned, standing up and stalking out of the room.
Aaron and Luke had done their fair share of pissing me off today. I drove to the bar quickly, in need of a serious drink. Or ten.
