Louis wakes up from a coma with no memory on how he ended up there. The only people who know the truth on how he got there are him and the person who put him there.
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The one where the innocent boy develops a toxic and unhealthy relationship with a...
We arrive to the club in one piece, which is surprising. The club is on and popping. The line to get in is literally wrapping around the building and going down a block. I reached over and turned the radio down so Harry could hear me when I speak.
"The owner of this club must be quite happy with this turn out," I said looking out the window at all the people as we slowly drove by.
"I am," I heard him say. I snapped my neck to look at him with my jaw dropped. He has a smirk plastered on his beautiful face.
"Fucking hell Harry! What the fuck else don't you do?!" I shout with astonishment.
"This is only the beginning, babe," he said with a wink.
"Thank you for finally trusting me and showing me your true life," I said.
"The only people who know about the gang and drug shit are my dead dad, my mom, my sister, the boys, the other people who work for me, the customers, of course, other people who do the same shit that I do, like my rivals and shit, and now you. So if you rat I'll have to kill you," he said with a dark glint in his eyes. Honestly the look is kind of turning me on, which I don't know why since he just threatened to kill me.
"You can trust me," I said a little breathlessly because my heart rate started to speed up from feeling sexual desire.
"Promise?" He said as the car came to a halt as people crossed the street in front of us. He took this time to lean in closer to me. Our lips almost touching.
"Promise," I whispered onto his lips.
He closed the small gap between our lips and sensually kissed me.
"I honestly thought we were going to crash," I said as we pulled away from each other.
"I'd never let anything bad happen to you, baby," he said sincerely and started driving again.
I blushed and leaned over to place a kiss on his cheek.
"Okay," he paused as the car finally came to a stop in a back alley of the building. He closed the sunroof, rolled the windows up and turned the car off. "So here's the game plan."
"Game plan?" I asked.
"Listen," he said impatiently. I nodded my head to let him know that I'm listening so he continued to speak, "we can't walk in together."
"Why?" I'm suddenly getting nervous.
"Because, since I have a reputation of being... bad tempered, to put it simply, the potential customers that I need to come to you are going to see that we're together. So they'll be all scared and shit and be too afraid to talk to you. But, if you go in by yourself, everyone will think you're alone and approach you," he explained.
"Uh, I don't know about this Harry. I've never been to a club before let alone go to one by myself," I said nervously.
"Don't worry, you're technically not going to be alone. I will always be watching you and I already informed everyone who's working for me what's going on tonight. Everyone knows what you look like so they're going to keep a close eye on you too," he said reassuringly.
"How do I know who's protecting me and who's just staring like a perv?" I asked with wide eyes.
"You see this moth tattoo on the right side of my neck here?" He said as he tilted his head for me to see.
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