I made my way to the kitchen, Clifford following me while wagging his tail. I gave him food before making myself an omelette. A few minutes after I finished my breakfast a sweaty and shirtless Harry entered the house. I choked on my coffee as he threw the wet towel on his shoulder. God he looked hot.
He saw me sitting on the sofa and sat down in front of me. I ignored him and looked at the tv where the news was playing.
"Athena?," he tapped my knee and I pushed his hand away.
"Can you stop being stubborn for a second and look at me!" he said as I looked at him.
"What do you want? Wanna beat me up because I wasn't behaving like you want me to-" I was cut off by him placing his index finger on my lip. "Shut up" he said softly and I puffed my cheeks. "I'm sorry for what I did yesterday. I overacted, you can go through my cupboard if you want," his sudden mood swing made me angry.
"Are you insane? Is your brain okay? Or have all the drugs gotten to your head?" I shot up, startling Clifford who jumped up as well.
"Look, your charm won't work on me Harry, I don't want your apologies until you decide to respect woman," my feminist side showed as Harry backed away. "But- fine," he breathed out and grabbed my mug of coffee before going to his room.
"You're so childish, oh no I got told off now I will run away with Athena's coffee showing my dom-" I think I had spoken too much because in a split second my back hit the wall.
"I am being nice, that doesn't mean you can say whatever you want, behave and stay in your limits," he whispered as his hand was coiled around my neck.
"You are the one that needs to stay in his limits," I pry his hands off me and scoff. He smashed the cup on the ground before storming off to his room.
I winced at the shards that were now in my leg, yet I continued cleaning. I was used to this pain, dad taught me to handle every pain in the world. "Your leg is bleeding" Harry walked down the stairs dressed in his usual mafia outfit, a button up which he halfway buttoned and a waistband that held his guns.
"Thanks for pointing that out, didn't notice it first" I rolled my eyes and limped to the kitchen and threw the broken glass in it.
"Let me help fix this," he pulled out a med kit.
"Its fine really," I waved my hands in front of his face as he frowned.
"Come here," he pulled me down on the couch and propped my legs on his lap. I watched him as he concentrated on taking the shards of glass out.
"Tell me if it hurts" he looked at me and I nodded in response.
"There, you have a high pain tolerance" he tied it up and patted my thigh causing me to slap his arm as he smirked.
"I don't understand you, ever," I shook my head and went to my room. I wore black ripped jeans, a black tshirt and a denim jacket. I pulled on my vans and headed downstairs. Harry checked me out a smirk replaced his frown.
"I do not agree to whatever you are thinking," I held my index finger out as he leaned his head behind letting out a loud laugh.
The drive to the warehouse involved us screaming at eachother and then Harry blaring rock music from the 90s. One of the guards opened the door for me and I thanked them before getting out.
"Athena! I heard what you did to Devon, I'm very proud," Robert greeted me with a kiss on my cheek which I returned.
"Someone has to be incharge" I smirked at Harry who fake smiled at me.
"So let me tell you guys about the wedding huh?" he clapped and I sighed, coming back to reality. Being a mafia is my future now, can't help it. I was ashamed, being a detective's daughter and helping criminals prosper.
I bit my nails nervously as I leaned on the wall while Robert was getting the paperwork ready. He tapped the table to grab my attention and I walked to the desk. Harry stood across from me, only a desk separating us.
"I need you to sign here and then here," Robert explained and I grabbed the pen. My hand shaking as I quickly graved my signature on the paper. Harry smoothly did the same and grabbed the ring from the table.
We exchanged rings and my heart sunk at the thought of never getting the wedding I desired.
"There, now kiss" Robert bought his hands together and I shook my head. "Too far Robert, too far," I put his hand in front of my face.
"Now, I'm going to have you guys live with Harry's mother," as soon as Robert mentioned his wife, Harry's breathe hitched.
"I want you guys to learn to love eachother," he finished and I scrunched my face looking at Harry who looked tensed.
"Can I go now dad? The boys are waiting," Harry spoke after what felt like forever.
He grabbed my hand and pulled me to the stairs that led to the basement. The boys sat with girls on their laps, except Niall and Louis.
I waved at everyone as Harry sat down and patted his lap.
"Don't even think about it," I shook my head.
"You are my wife and must do whatever I say," he pat his lap again and I sat on the sofa opposite to him, next to Niall.
"Feisty," Zayn chuckled and I nodded at him. The boys kept talking for like hours, they got drinks, cigarettes, hookah and I'm pretty sure they did drugs as well. I grabbed a bottle of beer and the boys gasped.
"Put that down pretty girl," Louis said and I waved him off, taking a huge sip and letting out a sigh of relief.
My eyes scanned the room at everyone but Harry's surprised faces.
"Have you smoked?" Harry asked showing me the cancer stick placed between his index and middle finger. I nodded and walked to him, taking a seat on his lap as he smirked.
He handed me the cigarette as I took a long drag from it, how could he expect a girl like me to be innocent and a virgin.
I let out the smoke and Harry proudly smiled at me. "You got the right twin then," Niall winked as everyone laughed.
I pushed myself off Harry's lap and smiled at the girl sitting on Liam's lap
"Hi," I sat next to him and she nodded in response.
"I'm Athena," I introduced myself.
"Catherine," she replied in a small voice.
I sighed thinking she didn't want to socialize and looked Harry.
He was laughing and his dimples were on display, I couldn't help but smile. He was very attractive, he had perfect teeth, deep dimples where one could probably live and a dashing smile that could kill.
But also he was terrifying, he could kill me if I pissed him off, maybe he had a bad childhood. The fact that he stiffened when Robert mentioned living with his mom made me more inquisitive.
Is there something he's hiding in his room?
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