My eyes widened as I looked at Harry who stood quietly, his hold on me loosened.
"I- I'm only 24, I do not want to waste my life away," I stuttered and rubbed my temples. I shouldn't have protected my twin, but she's so weak and also my younger sister.
After mum's and my elder brother's death, dad and I took up the responsibility of taking care of everything. Every mafia was after Rory, she was the prettier and better twin. She was the popular one at school as well, hated her because of that sometimes.
"So? Get married to my son and your family will be safe," Robert's voice was softer than before.
I rubbed my temples and looked around the room, trying to avoid any eye contact.
"We'll give you some time to think," Robert walked out but Harry stayed back. I looked at him as he shut the door.
"Are you seriously okay with this? Don't you have a girlfriend or girl you love?" I asked Harry who shrugged. "My girlfriends were never approved by dad, they'd either be threatened to leave me or well dad would kill them," Harry said and my eyes widened. Of course he didn't have anyone in his life, Harry wasn't capable of love.
"I'm pretty sure you have no guy or girl in your life," he smirked and I groaned.
"I don't have anyone because Rory is the one preferred over everyone," I pointed out before flopping down on the couch.
Suddenly, there was a huge crash heard from outside the office causing Harry and I to glance at each other before running towards the door. He opened the door and pushed me behind him, protectively at which I was surprised. There were men holding guns and pointing it at each other, the men who broke into the warehouse were dressed in blue suits unlike Harry's black ones. "I see you're hiding something Harold," a man, probably Harry's age walked closer, I watched the scene unfold as Harry pulled his gun out as well. "Having a girlfriend is the biggest mistake," the man laughed with an evil grin on his lips.
"Stop hiding her behind you, c'mere love," he had a british accent not as strong as Harry's though. "Eric, back off," Robert gritted his teeth as his gun was pointing at Eric' men lined up in front of him. "I don't want my money back anymore, I want the girl," Eric lowered his gun, I saw Harry clench his jaw and lower his gun as well. "Not happening Eric," Harry finally spoke, Eric walked around Harry and his eyes trailed my body.
"You got one of the Patras twins I see, is it the pretty one?" he asked and rubbed his chin.
"Get your nasty eyes off me. You disgusting-" I got cut off by Harry pushing me inside the office. I couldn't hear a word that left the men outside.
"I'll come for you princess," Eric called out and I grabbed my dagger and threw it at his legs causing him to fall.
"Do not mess with me," I took the dagger back and slid it in my pouch.
"Oh no. You're gonna pay for this," Eric growled before walking away with his men.
Harry opened his mouth to say something but I raised my hand, shaking my head.
"I don't want to stay here. I am not ready to get married to your son
Not now, not ever," I looked at Robert.
"Like I said, you have no choice. Your family will be protected if you do this. We won't let anyone hurt your sister and father," he spoke.
"You're the biggest threat to my family!" I raised my voice.
"Didn't you just see Eric? He's our biggest enemy, now that he has seen you. He will torture your family until you agree to go with him. Do you want that?" Robert spoke and put his gun back in his waistband.
"I- can I atleast meet my family once? This is too much," I sighed, giving up.
I wasn't in a mood to fight because I knew I had no choice.
"No" Harry finally spoke up.
"What do you mean by that? Here I am being manipulated to marry a disgusting monster like you. Atleast I should be allowed to meet my family!" rage filled inside me.
Everytime Harry spoke or did anything, anger replaced all my emotions. I hated this man with so much passion.
"Okay. But with supervision. Harry take her tomorrow," Robert let out a sigh.
"You're very stubborn and it's not appreciated here," Harry held the gear of the car tightly as he switched it from drive to park.
"A woman's opinion is not appreciated in your family. You guys are disgusting sexists," I folded my arms.
"A woman's opinion doesn't matter," he shrugged I held my hand stopping myself from slapping him.
"Men" I shook my head as I mirrored his actions while getting out of the car.
I pet Clifford who jumped in happiness at seeing us.
"He hates humans, doesn't let anyone touch him, what have you fed him?" Harry patted the dog's head.
"Love. That's what I gave him," I replied before taking my coat off.
"Hate that word so much," he spoke and kicked his shoes off while taking his suit jacket off and carelessly throwing it on the ground.
"This will not be allowed. Pick it up and throw it in the laundry basket," I folded my arms, standing up straight.
"That's your work. I'm not doing that."
"You really wanna have it this way?"
I stomped my foot and threw the jacket at his face.
"Hey! Your stubbornness is not appreciated here. Do what I say or else-" he got cut off by me.
"You cannot do anything to me Harry. Your father wants me as his daughter in law and he won't take my death very well would he?" I spoke calmly, in a threatening way.
Harry let out a huff and snatched the jacket from the couch before throwing it in the laundry basket.
"See. Easy, wasn't it?" I smirked and Harry rolled his green eyes.
"Can you attempt to cook some food? I'm terribly hungry," Harry turned the tv on.
"I can try. Give me a phone or laptop," I put my hands out and Harry pointed to a drawer full of devices.
"Rich people," I mumbled before grabbing a phone and googling easy recipes.
"There is hardly any grocery Harry!" I announced and he entered the kitchen.
"We can go tomorrow, right now work with whatever you find," he pulled out pasta and tossed it on the counter.
"You're not allowed to talk shit to me if the food sucks," I pointed my finger to him.
"Yeah yeah," he went back to his seat and I swear I saw his dimples show.
Did I just make him smile?
I managed to make spaghetti and served it to the both of us.
"Hm. Not bad," Harry commented with a smile of content on his face.
"Not bad? It's amazing! I've never cooked this ever and I'm happy with how it's done!" I exclaimed as Harry chuckled.
"Whatever you say Athena," he shook his head as he laughed.
It was the first time we weren't arguing, and I actually enjoyed it.
I cleaned the dishes after dinner while Harry was in his office.
Before going in he asked me to get him a drink. I wasn't allowed in his office, maybe after today's dinner her changed his mind.
I grabbed a bottle of beer and grabbed another one, hoping he won't scold me for taking a bottle.
"Hey, can I take one as well. If you don't mind?" I entered the huge office.
Harry was sitting on the other end of the room in his desk.
The sleeves of his shirt were folded, his tattoos peeking out, I couldn't help but stare at a butterfly peeking out from behind his halfway unbuttoned shirt.
"You drink?" he looked amused as I effortlessly opened the beer bottle.
"Of course" I placed Harry's bottle in front of him.
"Goodnight Styles," I walked out of his office.
Today was a decent day, Harry and I didn't fight like cats and dogs.
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