La Reine; larry stylinson (bottom!louis top!harry)

17. Heart on a chain.

Pre-note: I've never been to Paris so thanks google and other tourist sites.

lettuce settle this again, in this story, is harry a soft dom or sub top

In My Feelings - Lana Del Rey

They've been in Paris for four days. Everything goes by in a blur, the days and the nights mashed together in Harry's brain. In that jumble of memories, he learns that Louis' business is a fluid order.

Simple rules outlined each and every gear of the system.

- Always be available for the Donna, regardless of any affairs one has, all of them must be dropped for La Reine.

- All information must be the truth and only the truth, Louis was very strong about that one. He got angry whenever someone was caught in a lie.

- Appointments cannot ever be rescheduled. Harry has watched many people be rejected for being late, even by a few minutes.

- Respect. Always respect.

Lastly, the one rule Harry that already knew, don't talk about the mafia with people who are not in the mafia.

Harry despised the gravity of that rule but he understood the reasoning behind it. He was surprised Louis allowed him to be present during business exchanges, though, the Donna would have him escorted out whenever things became confidential. The curiosity was eating at Harry's skin and mind.

Louis' business was his own world and Harry was a visitor. When Louis was making deals with smaller city gangs or corrupt politicians, very rarely, Harry would be allowed to sit in the back of the room twiddling his thumbs but mostly, he was outside the room with a guard. When he has been in the same room as the transactions go down, he always leaves hating himself because he's growing numb to witnessing such ill trades. He can hear the glass of his life cracking under the weight of it.

Sometimes he would get a glimpse of the underground business, the smuggling of illegal drugs and weapons as shady people greeted Louis in French whenever he arrived. Harry never knew how much of a country's income was dirty money until he saw the digits in Louis' finance reports. Harry is positive that there's more cash hidden in tax havens across the globe.

Louis was calm and collected when handling deals. His posture straight, lips in a fine line, and his figure clad in expensive brands while his loaded gun laid in the holster. He had a strict schedule, Harry makes it a goal to not set it off track even though he got nauseous just from being involved in such impure crafts. The Donna's consigliere and half brother, Zayn, was emotionless in the face of torment as if he's done it his entire life, which he probably has. Harry lost count how many times the man has broken someone's bones at Louis' order.

Louis was different when he was in his Donna mindset. His dominance wafting in the air once he entered a room and Harry trailing behind him like a lost puppy. Louis hardly cautioned Harry about what he would observe. He spoke about how life came with no warning labels and the only way to survive was to remain alert.

In the past few days, Harry has yet to see Louis kill someone. He didn't know if he wanted to see it happen and his palms sweat at the thought. To know was one thing and to see it happen before his eyes was ultimately different.

While he was an unmistakable force in the presence of his family or business partners, at night in their hotel room, Louis teases Harry every chance he gets. The Donna parades in nightgowns and lace panties, bending over in front of Harry to give him a flash of his pink hole. Harry has taken to relieving his daily morning wood in the shower alone. His cock hasn't had this much attention since he was a teenager and just discovered online porn.