Criminal || Larry Stylinson Mob AU

Chapter Three : Missile

Taking a deep breath and leaning back upon his chair, he quietly anticipated for the ritualistic black coffee which was yet to arrive while the moon made acquaintance with the dark sky. He spared a glance at the clock on his wooden desk and decided to pick up the leather binders which consisted the details of the meeting for the day.

The mob boss had personally revised on this with Liam and assured that the meeting would be nothing but a success. The effort put into this one interaction could up the profits of their company by sixty five percent and in no way was he taking chances after skillfully manipulating the Castelli heirs, Harry was going to accept nothing but victory.

The meeting was in another thirty minutes at half past eight in the board room of the building he was residing in at the moment.

After rereading the file, Harry had resigned to avert his focus upon the proposal the Accardi family had drawn. The subject was to prompt them into investing in their jewellery business which was expanding over Costa Rica and Mexico. There was no unneeded risk in the venture with them and that was what piqued his interest. If there was no risk, then something was definitely wrong with the said deal.

"Jacob," Harry's voice ran through the folds of his ears when the man entered the cabin, "I wanted to know if you have received any leads on the Accardi family?"

Jacob took a seat before the man and pulled his chair forward in distinct actions, "We do have leads but nothing which is going to please you."

His green eyes squinted in anticipation of the facts which were yet to be presented with a smirk, "The jewellery business is supposed to be a cover up, that's what they told you right?"

The mobster gave up a nod.

"The gold is illegally transported to the States." Jacob elaborated with more detail, "They're going to play us if we do adhere to their demands."

"That's information enough to solidify my answer," Harry addressed solemnly and looked at him understandably, "thank you for your assistance, Jake."

Shaking his head in agreement, Jacob's eyes hesitantly flickered to the Mobster in contemplation before continuing with his sentence, "Harry, I need to talk to you about something important."

Unimpressed and equally intrigued by the sudden reluctance cased by the underboss, "Go ahead, tell me."

"I know that you wouldn't appreciate this but-"

Snapping their ministrations away from the conversation at hand, Liam and Micah waltzed into his cabin without any kind of warning and just stared at him blankly.

Glaring back at them, Harry waited for a few seconds until he questioned who weren't talking, "Any specific reason the two of you barged in like that?"

Jacob was the one to start, "Boss, your husband-"

His sentence was cut off by the ring of the telephone on his table. Retrieving the call immediately by placing it on speaker, he heard the other side come to life, "Harry!"

The crime boss' scepticism touched the roof when the exclamation ran through his ears.

"Where are you?"

"That's for you to figure out where I am!"

"You're drunk."

"No! I'm not!" Louis' giggles came from the machine, as he continued to poorly defend his sense of disarray. "I just had five shots and then a few more! See! I remember!"

"Where are you, Louis?"

"Not telling you! You should find me!"

"I'll track your call down and send Liam."

The line went silent and before Harry could call out his name, it came back to life. "If you don't come down here to take me home, I will take up the offer of the so many men to take me with them."

"And if Liam does come here, I'll hit him with the bottle I'm drinking from right now!" Louis snapped at him.

The blood in his veins was boiling when he threatened the mob boss on the discourse of his actions. Harry didn't waste another minute on his actions and ordered Jacob, "Track down the location of this call and cancel the meeting with the Castelli heirs."

"Stay where you are, I'm coming." With that he disconnected the call to wait up for the location of his husband.