night shift // l.s.

twenty seven

THIS. IS. SPARTAAAAAAA.

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"are you sure you want to go?"

"i'm positive."

"you can't even walk, dude."

"eh, i can be like spiderman and dangle from the balcony or something."

harry scoffed as he searched through his clothes to find a tie. "zayn, i don't even think dad wants you to go."

zayn shrugged as his brother gathered his clothes. the party was tonight and it was a black tie theme. so, being the classy man he was, harry's going in a suit. he may need zayn's help tying a bow tie but otherwise he knew he would be the sharpest looking lad there, even with blood all over him.

joker walked up to the men and zayn reached down to pet his head, scratching behind his ear because he knew that was his favorite spot. harry cooed and sat on the edge of the bed, patting his lap. the pit climbed into his dad's lap and sat there.

"give me a kiss," harry said and smiled when joker began licking his cheek. "okay, good boy! hug?"

joker put his paws on harry's shoulders and harry scratched his back. "good job, buddy. high five?"

joker tapped harry's hand with his paw and panted happily when the man kissed his face. "good boy, joker. go get your other dad."

the dog jumped down and tumbled down the stairs. harry couldn't help but smile when he heard louis talking to the dog and went to grab his dress shoes.

the man showered and changed and of course, zayn had to tie his tie. he helped harry load his pistol and stuck a case of extra bullets in his pants pocket. harry combed his hair, admiring how he looked in the mirror. his hair was well past his shoulders now, his stubble was coming back in from when he last shaved and he would agree that he looked rather well. he adjusted the bow tie, grabbed his blazer and slipped it over his arms.

louis watched as harry came downstairs and he almost had an orgasm. he's never seen harry in a full suit before and now that he has, he definitely needs to wear them more. joker jumped from the couch and sat at harry's feet, looking up at his owner.

"do you want a treat?" he cooed and when the pit barked, harry slowly walked into the kitchen (mainly to give louis a good look at him) and offered a bone to his pup when he had him sit like a good boy. louis sunk into the couch and crossed his arms (and his legs), huffing.

"what's wrong, cheech?" zayn chuckled.

"he's going out in public looking like fucking jesus and i have to stay here," louis frowned.

harry came back in the living room and offered his hand to his partner, who took it and grinned up at him when he pulled their bodies close together. "don't you worry your pretty head about that, my love. i'm kicking ass, not showing it."

louis giggled and pulled at a little frill on harry's shirt. "why can't i go?"

"because it's too dangerous," harry said. "you're the target."

"use him as bait," zayn suggested. harry forgot he was in the room and he turned, giving him an awful scowl.

"are you fucking insane?" he pulled louis impossibly closer. "that'll just make things worse."

"but then you can go after them when they try to fuck with him instead of trying to figure out who's in what gang," zayn shrugged.

louis hid his face in harry's chest. "they have tattoos," he mumbled. "i looked them up. they have an x on their hand."

zayn finally sat down and sighed. harry hummed when he felt louis tug at his curls and continued to give his brother a glare because that's the stupidest thing he has ever heard come out of that man's mouth. take louis to the party? a party filled with other gangs, including the one preying on him? hell no.

"it was just a thought," zayn mumbled and slouched in the seat.

harry shook his head and louis pressed a kiss to his neck. "'s okay, hazza. i'll stay if you really want me to."

harry leaned down and captured louis' lips with his own, one hand on his lower back and the other cupping his jaw. louis tugged at harry's blazer, reaching up to deepen it.

"it's for the best," harry said against his lips and nipped louis' lower one. "when i get back, though," he smirked, "we're gonna have our own party."

"okay," louis hummed and kissed him again. "i love you. please be careful."

"i will," harry said. "i love you, prince."

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harry got out of the car and walked with his boss, plus a few others through the doors of a large building. it wasn't a house, more like a ballroom. men and women of all sorts were roaming around in tuxedos and ball gowns. some were posh, some looked overdressed and some looked like they were trying to meet the queen of england.

"good evening, gentlemen," the group was greeted by a woman, who had her hands covered up with gloves. "i see you're here for the party?"

"yes ma'am," evan nodded and the lady led them to a room. tables and chairs littered the floors. the tables were covered in wine glasses and menus, plus some decorations in the center. a large chandelier hung from the ceiling, illuminating the room with bright lights. there were some people dancing, others sitting and chatting.

the group sat at a decent sized table and wine was poured into their glasses. they talked for a while until evan cleared his throat, shifting in his seat to meet harry's gaze. the weight of harry's gun laid heavily against his side and his hand was itching to just pull it out and start firing.

"are you ready?" evan asked.

harry held his glass out for a cheers. "always."

the party was simple and elegant. harry noticed how different cliques came in but they all looked the same. black suit, black dress, some in black and white or black and red. evan noticed that harry's eye twitched just a tad when a man walked through the double doors. he glanced over and then turned to his crew.

"remember, look at their hands," he mumbled.

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"'m gonna go to the loo, i'll be back," harry said and excused himself, weaving through the hoard of people to the restrooms. thank god for silencers, because if there was only one loud gunshot then everyone would be gone and what's the fun in that? harry liked to watch people fall limp after being penetrated by a bullet. he didn't like when people fled in a hurry screaming at the top of their lungs, so zayn attatched the silencer to his pistol to make it more of a hide and seek game instead of a marco polo one.

harry relieved himself and began washing his hands when another man stepped out of the stall, washing his own hands as well. harry couldn't help but notice the 'x' laying plain in sight and his stomach turned. he dried his hands and didn't even mutter a word before he put the gun to the man's temple and pulled the trigger. he smirked as he watched him fall onto the slick tile.

he took out a marker from his pocket and a notepad, sticking a piece of paper on the dead man.

D

he hummed and shrugged his shoulders, turning around and walking off like nothing happened.

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it's only beginning, my dudes.

pay attention to the bold letters (:

& by the way, were like in a third of the book now? i dunno i feel like i drag these on for too long oops