Little Game Called Fire || L.S

7) Drugs, Slavery, and Grinning Gods

FYI

-I will put warnings up at the top here for anything that's in that certain chapter that may be triggering or too intense.  The warnings won't be spoilers don't worry ;)

-mention of murder

Harry POV

Niall just came out of the dark room grinning to the gods while I was in the technology office.  I was with Liam running security scans while Niall was having his fun.  Zayn was out for the day, doing the backyard trap rundown he usually does with Liam. 

"hey babes,"  Niall smiled, thick Irish leaking.

"Nialler, what's up, heard you had fun with a delivery guy," Liam paused his work while I kept typing and looking at the screen.  

"Sure did,"  Niall chuckled as he plopped down into a chair across from the computers and cameras we're working on.  

Liam chuckled as well, "yeah, well could you now take my spot, I'm not that much of a techy, ask Harry, he's been complaining about my skills, waiting for you,"  Liam rolled his eyes.

"yeah, Li, admit it, I'm just better than you,"  Niall sighed.

"Nialler, please, don't flatter yourself," Liam smirked.

I turned around, "Guys..." I said pointing to the computers, "Niall, you had your fun so now its time for you to work, Liam, go get a bar and deal with our workers, there's a crazy need of crack right now," I sighed rolling back to the computers desk.

Liam and Niall left the room.  I heard faint talking, then arguing, then Niall came back with a pout.

"He won didn't he," I smirked, keeping my eyes on the screen.

Niall frowned some more, "only cause I let him," Niall looked away and mumbled, "and he promised me Nandos." 

I barked out laughter, "only you," I continued a slow laugh while I concentrated.  I was thankful that Niall went right to work.  He was already finished with task number 2 in minutes.  It took Liam the whole day to finish task number 1, and 1 was ten times easier.  I smiled at acknowledging that.  

Louis POV

I was going down for the night early because I had an exhausting day and I had another tomorrow.  It was nearly 2 in the morning and I'm pretty sure that my slaves won't be doing anything right so I have to get up early as well.  

I was nearly asleep when my sister called me.  I sat up and scrunched my eyebrows.  It was rare that one of my siblings called me.  My sisters hate my job and are too scared to call me but at the same time, we still have a loving relationship outside of my power, or so I thought.  So I picked up the phone, trying not to sound eager because I haven't heard their voices in probably two years. 

"Hello," I cringed at how desperate that came out.

Lottie: Louis, uh, hi.

"Lottie," I sighed.

Lottie: well, um, I'm not here to say anything like 'I miss you' even though I do...

"Are you okay, Lottie ?" I ask because she sounds off.

Lottie: No, Louis, but this is how it's going to go.

She sounded genuinely hurt but angry.

"Lott..."

Lottie: No, you are not going to convince me or us otherwise.  Lou...

She paused and I waited

Lottie:  We don't want anything to do with you at all, so don't try anything, don't come look for us, although I doubt you'd care, and don't try contacting us again.  

She hung up before I got the chance to argue back and ask questions.  I dropped my phone somewhere on the bed.

"Too bad for going to sleep early," I whimpered to myself.  

'No !' I thought, and that was it, I was crying with my hands over my face lying on my highly expensive bed.  Although I rarely had any contact with them, the very little that I had kept me from tearing down.  

I got up and went into the bathroom.  I turned the sink faucet on hot and waited for it to be boiling.  I didn't dare look in the mirror... I wasn't secure enough for that. The water was hot a few seconds later and my hands were screaming at me not to touch it, but I did.  I cupped my hands under the water and nearly brought it to my face.  It was too hot and I couldn't do it.  My hands were shaking and skin was hot red.  I just fell to the floor.

Looking at my hands, I wonder why my sisters decided to even try contacting me as this powerful criminal in the first place.  I'm stupid to think that anybody would want anything to do with me other than drugs and slavery and sexx.  Now, I was angry.  Sad, fragile tears turned into hot, angry tears as I stormed out of the bathroom and then out of my room.  My slaves live underground, in the cells of my mansion, only I live in my actually mansion. But I had to find someone, there's always people up at all hours of the day.

I ran downstairs and found a maid cleaning up in the dining room.  She noticed me, probably hearing my heavy and ragged breathing.

"You alright sir ?" She asked shakily.  Her face becoming pale.

I didn't answer, instead I just stepped closer to her while she backed up into the corner. 

(time skip)

I was now in my bedroom, sitting with my back against my bedroom door and my hands in my hair.  I do not regret scaring that maid last night, I don't regret things like that.  I regret not sleeping because now I had to go start another day after being angry and crying and screaming last night.  

Everyone's used to random murders here and there so they probably all knew about the maid and they probably don't care anymore.  

A knock was heard on my door, "Sir, breakfast," I heard Eleanor say.

I got up quickly and opened my door to see Eleanor.

"hey !" She smiled.  God is she stupid, I mean, she's one of my best, but she doesn't seem as scared as everyone else like she should be. 

"Eleanor," I looked at her and concentrated on what I was actually going to do, "Come in."

She raised her eye brows high and opened her mouth before saying, "Sir, yo- you never have anyone in your chamber unless, well..."

I closed my eyes and sighed, "Sorry, Eleanor, I-i didn't mean it.  Ill be down soon.  Just tell Stan that I need to see him in my office now.  He won't come unless you tell him it's important, so tell him I've got another plan on Styles, Kay ?"  I had my eyes open by then and composed myself because although its Eleanor, I still have to be powerful in everybody eyes.  I cant break.  I won't break.

"Sure," she said a little too cheerfully. 

I closed the door and sighed as I went to go get ready.  The Stan thing wasn't a lie.  We need to discuss business with Styles.  I also need to get my mind off things, and Stan doesn't argue about top or bottom so.... 

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- I don't really like this chapter, its more of a filler because the good stuff is coming up ;) 

- we saw a glimpse of weak Lou... :((( foreshadowing ??? Lol JK jk 

- anyways, thanks loves, Cassie xooooo