Little Game Called Fire || L.S

6) Devil Crawled Out of My Mouth

- Sorry for my absence !  I really hate myself for that, but I'm back !

-in advance, I just want to warn you of drug use.  I personally don't know anything about drugs and how much they cost per pound, so I'm sorry in advance. 

Harry POV

"b-but I didn't d-d-do anyth- thing," a man with a bloody chest announced on his knees in one of  our dark rooms. 

I was just taking a walk past the room when I heard pleas and stopped to take a look.  Of course it was Niall with a big grin and bloody razor.

"Really Niall ?"  I ask as I enter the room.

The man's eyes widened, "S-sir, Oh my god no !" He wept, "I ha-vvve a girlfriend at ho-home with m-my sick moth-er, pl-pl- pretty please, just let me go !"

"Shut up,"  I didn't pay his lies any mind, I just stalked towards Niall.  At first I gave him a questioning look while we both blocked out the man's whines.   

He knew what to do. A check, "Grayson Squid, age 21, originally a Cheesecake Factory delivery guy, we've met before," Niall whispered that last part in my ear and I slightly smirked, "he just irked me."

I chuckled a bit, "Not good enough, Horan."

"Not only that, but Squidy here paid for a quarter pound weed and he got 2 ounces more.  Didn't come back to pay us because he was too stupid to know it was a stupid trust trick from one of our guys, ugh newbie, so I invited him over for some more weed and tea..." Niall trailed off.

"Okay, Niall, good.  Just if you're gonna kill him, he didn't do something too serious so... nah do what you want,"  I was joyful today because we're getting back into our business so I let it slide.  "Squid, I never liked you anyway, sorry Bud."  

Grayson Squid was frozen yet full on sobbing by the time I left, not because of that only but Niall's 'oh so contagious laughter filled the room as another scream was heard.  I kept going about my day unfazed. 

Louis POV

"WHAT DID YOU DO ?" I screamed so nasty that you'd think the devil would crawl out of my mouth when I said it. 

"Just gave him 6 - 3 ounce packets of crack for a discount," one of my slaves I didn't care to learn the names of said drunkly.

I squeezed my eyes shut and paced around the room.  That crack was our last for 2 days, and people were hungry for it since no one had it.  Me, being extremely powerful was expected to have it, at high costs of course.  But now one of my guys gave a customer what should be thousands of dollars worth of crack away for merely hundreds.  

I had no mercy while I slowly turned my head to the awfully drunk slave of mine.  He was standing without a smile but with alcohol in his veins.  He was content.  Sick, I hated content. 

I carefully walked over to an area full of extra heroin.  I unlocked everything to get to the secure drugs and pulled one out.  Immediately I say calmly, locking everything up and walking towards the man with a hand behind my back, "You don't deserve a second chance."  Like I gave second chances anyway. 

The guy's eyes momentarily lost the weariness of alcohol and took in his situation.  Fear was inscribed beyond his pupils, but he knew he was too drunk to stay alert and so he fell right back under the spell.  I walked close enough to be face-to-face with him.  I lifted my hidden arm behind his back and jabbed the needle into his neck.  Watching him slowly fall to the ground.

Once lying on the ground, the man started seizing and shaking.  Screaming he couldn't breath. Screaming for help.  Screaming to just die it hurt so bad.  See the heroin I injected into him acts fast.  It also acts deadly with the clear gin I smelled off of him.  The heroin I used and the gin he downed are poison once mixed together.  

I stared down at his writhing body.  His face was hot red and his eyes looked like they were burning.  He couldn't function his limbs properly so he appeared as though possessed.  Well he was, for Louis is certainly the devil who did this to him.

He kept letting out weak screams as I stared down at him, unmoving.  I knew what I had down will leave him in such a state of suffering that you beg to die.  Not only that, but he'll feel like he's slowly being crushed by a wrecking ball for hours.  He should consider himself lucky, I could do far worse. 

"It's what you get, arse,"  I said cleaning up and tuning out his screams.  I was humming when I heard the door mechanically unlock.  Only certain people were allowed in here so I wasn't worried about opinions of the very loud body on the ground.  I walked up to kick the guy out of the way, going up to help open up the large and heavy door.  

Also unfazed of the screaming body, the tall man smiled, "Hey Lou." 

I smiled and sighed, "Hey," 

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