Boss Bitch || Mafia!Larry || 1 ||

|| 20 ||

 After the first bang, four more sounded and everything went quiet. It was horrible.

The idea of having three people on your conscience. Seeing them collapse lifelessly, seeing the blood, killing Quen. And yet Harry prepared himself for all this.

But it didn't happen. Confused, Harry stared into Quen's face as she had put her arms down, relaxed a little. The men let go of Louis, a bell rang and more lights came on. Astonished, Harry looked around him, back at his gun, at Louis, who looked away silently.

"Shit, you really like Louis more than me? You scum, Henry"

Quen's laugh rang out, and Harry looked away, then stared back at her as she walked to him. He stepped right back, making her laugh.

"Henry, don't shit your pants. It was all just a game. But I have to say, I'm a good actress, aren't I? It's a pity, I would have liked to play dead"

"What...What", Harry just stammered, saw the room filling up, Louis was handed a water bottle, a jacket and warm shoes, while the two men who had just held him asked if he was all right.

"That... what?"

Quen pinched his cheek.

"My little Henry-puppy"

Harry looked at her again, his mouth opened and closed again, as it had done a thousand times before. What... the hell happened here?

"Quen, let him go"

Harry blinked at the voice, now saw Louis standing next to Quen.

"He was probably about to faint anyway"

Quen laughed.

"He's just happy not to really have me as an enemy. That would really be the death of you"

"We know. Thanks for the insults, by the way"

"I know you like it"

"Go"

Quen laughed, then left them alone. Louis grabbed Harry's wrist.

"Harry, I'm sorry about all this. Are you okay?"

"It was... It was all an act?"

Louis nodded, then looked at Harry's hand, which was shaking terribly.

"Yeah, from start to finish"

"How... Why?"

At the tone, Louis looked up, smiling slightly at Harry's face. He looked so tired and worn out and upset. He laid his hands on his face.

"We'll talk about that at COURT in a minute. Just calm down first. Everything's gonna be okay, all right?"

Harry pushed his hands away.

"Gonna be okay?! You've embarrassed me in front of I don't know how many people, and for what?! So you could all laugh at me?"

"No, no! It was a test! I don't think it's funny myself, Harry!", Louis said immediately, took his hands.

"Believe me, I didn't want to do this"

Harry stared into his eyes, but could only see truth. He snorted nevertheless.

"I can't wait to hear the explanation for this shit"

He then broke free and went to a car, which he was waved to. Thank God he was sitting alone, because he noticed some tears coming out of his eyes. Shit, it was just too much. The pressure to protect Louis, to leave others behind, to do everything right, to keep a cool head, then to be betrayed by Quen, then to shoot three people, one of them Quen, and then... then not and... Oh God, shit. Harry tried to stay calm, but was shaking all the way back. He really couldn't take it anymore.