Angel's pov
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"Harry?" I walked towards the alarm, turning it off, but not taking my eyes off the guy I once sort of knew.
"Angel? Funny to see you here." He stood up, coming towards me.
"Take another step towards me, and I swear Harry I will blow your head off." I pull the hammer back again. He chuckled and stopped coming towards me. He put his hands up in surrender, taking a step back.
"What are you doing here?" I asked, he chuckled.
"Well, I came to finish to unfinished business. But I see Grayson finished that for us." He raised an eyebrow at me. I shook my head, narrowing my eyes at him.
"You broke into my house. You can get arrested for this. What we did back in Castro was only because our fathers worked together. Now they don't, so you are no longer welcome. You should leave now before the police come due to you setting off the alarm." I heard soft footsteps from behind me, I look to see Grayson coming down, his phone in his hand.
"Grayson go back to the room. I can handle this." I spoke softly to the boy who looked terrified. He continued down the stairs.
"Don't shoot him, Ang." He walked towards me. I felt the gun be taken from my hand forcefully and my head being knocked with it. I fell, seeing Harry pointing it at me.
"Don't touch her!" Grayson yelled, going after Harry. Harry turned his head, pointing the gun at Grayson. I took the chance to kick him, causing him to fall and drop the gun. I grabbed it, standing back up and pointing the gun back at him.
"Gray, I'm okay. Go call the police and see how long until someone gets here." I pointed towards the back office. Harry huffed, standing back up.
"So what exactly are you doing here? Why were you creeping around my backyard earlier? How long have you been watching me to know I had just finished my night with Grayson. And that my mother and brother are not in town." I asked, he chuckled.
"I have my ways." He smirked, walking towards the broken glass screen door.
"Watch out for what surfaces, Angel Baby." He winked, disappearing as the sirens come into earshot. I huff, looking around.
"Gray?" I called out, tucking the revolver into the back of my sweats. He walked out of the office, he still looked terrified. I frowned, pulling him into me. He collapsed around me, his body so weak and fragile.
"I'm so sorry." I whispered. He pulled away and looked at me, then behind me at the broken glass door.
"Are you okay?" He asked, running his thumb over my throbbing forehead. I flinched, it hurt where he touched.
"I'll take you home after I talk to the investigators. You didn't deserve to go through this." I sighed, turning around as the red and blue lights filled my house from outside. He followed behind me to the door.
"No. I have to protect you. Where are you staying?" He asks, watching me open the door allowing the police to come in. I watched Ethan run up he driveway, probably coming to take Grayson home.
"Are you okay?" He asks, going straight to Grayson. I walked away, going over to tell the investors what happened.
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