Deceived Love

Chapter Three

Hello everyone! I just hope the people reading this don't give up on me, haha. I PROMISE it will get good! Here is chapter 3. ^_^ Dont forget to to comment and share your thoughts with me!! I'm new to this, so stay with me, haha (:

Harry’s  P.O.V.

Damn it. I freaking hated doing this for a living. Lying to be an honest sales mansion person, then later on having to do things I didn’t want to.  Blake Scott was a dangerous man. He was my boss, and I had to obey his every order.

There was no way out. None of my four best mates knew that I was a freaking drug dealer. That I sold mansions full of coke and put people in danger. I hated doing this. So freaking much.

But there was no way out. I was in too deep.

I really admired Niall. He was living his dream job, a football coach, or also known as soccer. Louis, was my first best mate. He is currently a drama teacher at some junior high, but I always forget the name of it. Zayn is also a teacher, but he’s into art and he’s pretty good at it too. Liam, my other best mate is currently looking for a job. He’s smart and probably end up with a smart ass job.

Unlike me. I thought my job was legit, but then one day Scott said he wanted to show me something.

*Flashback*

“Harry, my man, I want to show you something quite cool,” he said with a sly smirk. I nodded my head. “Follow me.” He added. I walked right behind him as he lead me through one of the mansions that were for sale. It was a real beauty. We headed straight for the basement. He took big easy steps. I hurried after him. “Here I want to introduce my most prized possessions” he said eagerly.

“Where? All I see are boxes” I said, and looked at the huge space in front of me full of big brown cardboard boxes. “Ah ah ah, it’s what they contain, what are special and prized,” he said opening one right next to him.

I was confused to say the least. Until he took out packages of the white stuff. Coke. I took a step back, not liking this at all anymore.

“Harry, why that face? I trust that you are not going to rat out on me like others have. I wouldn’t want such a great person like you to end up. . . dead,” he said motioning me with his hand. My eyes widened.

“No sir, I wouldn’t tell a soul, if I had to,” I said.

“Ah very well, Harry. After all, you are the best seller that I have,” he said patting me on the back. I smiled in response. He led out the basement and that’s when I realized the big muscular guards at the front lawn of the mansion.

There goes my freedom.

*End of Flashback*

I was driving to nearby bar after a long day of taking people on those tours of the mansions. I was tired as hell, but damn, a beer or two wouldn’t hurt. I part my car in an empty parking, and grabbed my brown coat as I stuck my keys and wallet in my back pocket. The sign greeted “Midnight Daze” in blue neon letters. There were people dancing on the dance floor, swaying to the lousy music playing. So many skanky women everywhere, looking for a ride home. I wouldn’t mind being their ride, but not tonight. I sat alone at the counter ready to order my drink.

Such a long fucking day.