Do I Love You, Harry Hart?

Chapter Nine

Harry's POV:
-Home of Jeffery Bronson

Eggsy and I stormed through the door, quickly but thoroughly searching the house for Mr. Bronson. After we regrouped downstairs, it was apparent that nobody was at this residence. Then one thing popped into my mind, Lacey. I feared it was not another trap. Eggsy and I rushed into the car and I drove like a maniac to the safe house.
"Harry let's get there in one piece eh bruv?" I ignored him and kept driving, I needed to make sure Lacey was alright. We arrived at the safe house and Eggsy and I rushed inside. Upon entering, no one was to be found not even the agents we had left her with. I then heard a bang that came from upstairs. As we entered the room we found Lacey at gunpoint by none other than Jeffery Bronson. Both Eggsy and I pulled our guns out immediately.
"Let her go Bronson. One more move and you're dead." As I said that, I saw a tear drop from Lacey's eye. Bronson gave out an almost evil laugh as he clicked the safety off of the gun.
"It's her fault it is. Little old Lacey was the one who tried to get rid of me. Now the only option is to get rid of her. She deserves it yes she does because it IS her fault it IS." I tapped Eggsy on the shoulder and signaled him to lower his gun. I placed my gun on the floor and slid it over.

Lacey's POV:

As I watched Harry slide his gun across the floor, it felt almost as my stomach had twisted into a giant knot. I looked up and Harry's eyes met with mine. Then I knew what I had to do. I kicked Jeffery in the groin and he fell to the ground. Harry immediately ran towards me as Eggsy grabbed the gun Jeffery had dropped. I stood over Jeffery and spit in his face.
"You are a sick man. Not sure if you were born one but you sure will die one." I moved over, expecting Harry to finish the job but he was distracted by the mangled bodies in the room he had missed before.
"You killed... You killed our men. Have you no common sense of manner?" Harry said, rushing over to one of the dead agents. I was distracted by Harry's rare show of emotion long enough for Jeffery to bounce right back up, taking me into a hold and pressing a pocket knife lightly on my neck. "Let her go Bronson. Let her go." I felt the knife press slightly harder and then heard a gunshot, soon after I fell to the ground and everything went black.

Harry's POV:

I saw blood dripping from Lacey's neck and had had enough. I shot Bronson straight in the head. I rushed over to Lacey as she fell to the floor. I placed her sweet head into my hands. "Eggsy, call Kingsman immediately. We need to help her. Now Lacey Lacey you stay with me okay? You can't go just yet." I moved my face closer to hers because I saw her lips moving like she was trying to say something.
"You.. you said you wouldn't let him hurt me... you promised ... you gave me ... your word..." Her voice trailed off as did her consciousness. I watched a tear fall from my eye onto her precious face.
"Please Lacey stay awake.. please." Her eyes rolled back into her head and eventually shut. I couldn't lose her.  I fell into a full cry and dropped my head into my own lap. Before I knew it, help from Kingsman had arrived and Eggsy was attempting to get me up.
"C'mon now Harry, she'll be okay won't she? She wasn't dead yet now was she? Now let's go bruv let's go see er." Eggsy lifted up my head and gave me a slight smile. He helped me up and we went to the Kingsman infirmary. I was hoping with all my heart that Lacey was there and not the morgue.

a/n: Heyyy!! sorry it took so long to get this out i've been busy busy. also tysm for 200 reads 😰😰 ok ok bye ❤️