Forbidden Territory (H.S) [A.U]

Chapter 7

"We take one step further
and two steps back.
Maybe shouldn't have tried
to move in the first place."

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I shrug and Harry laughs at my words. My gaze falls onto his dimples.

As if on cue, sounds of breaking glass and multiple gunshots fill the atmosphere...

It catches me off guard and I flinch. Screams and cries of people echo in the room. Both of us crouch down slightly.

My eyes meet Harry's for a moment and before I can register what's happening, the back door of the bar opens. A raven haired guy enters in a rush, looking around for someone.

His dark eyes fall onto us and he starts walking our way. My hand reaches for my gun but before I can even get to it, he has already approached us and pulls Harry by his arm.

"We have to leave!" He yells over the commotion.

"But-" Harry looks back at me but is interrupted by the same guy which I assume is his gang member.

"Harry! Move!" He pulls him away forcefully.

I'm looking at Harry just as a bullet whizzes past my right ear.

That was really fuckin' close.

I jump behind the bar to take cover instinctively and take my gun out from my waistband. I wait for Harry to do the same but when I look up, he is nowhere to be seen.

He left.

"That fucking bastard!" I grunt.

So much for trying to take a step forward. I was doing just fine with boycotting Malevolent.

But it's fine. Not like I needed him to protect me anyway.

I wait there for a moment so that if someone comes here, I can get a good angle to blow their brains out.

Another bullet is shot my way which shatters Harry's glass which was placed on the counter. The pieces fly from the impact and one of large ones hits my left temple. A feel a sting from it but don't pay any mind to it.

I can hear some gunshots from around the place meaning that my men are shooting back. The fucked up thing is that I can't even go and be in the front line firing at the shooters, because I'm obviously not allowed to.

My father's words echo in my head from when he was teaching me how to aim, "I get that you'll always have the urge to step forward and stand with your men instead of hiding but keep in mind, you will be the leader and their motive is to protect their leader. They can't lose you. That's why if you're ever directly shot at, take cover. Slowly but surely take them down. Don't go all out. I repeat, don't."

His words are the only thing that keep me sitting patiently in place.

Minutes later, there is a screeching of tires and silence falls over the place. Just as I slowly start to crawl out of the side of the bar, I hear footsteps approaching and I instantly lean back on the cabinets.