Dauntless {H.S au}

Three

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Chapter Three

[Harry's POV]

"But she's still strongly refusing to work here, boss. What the fuck are you expecting me, to do?" I bellowed, pointing my slender finger into my broad chest, while I stared at my boss with fire burning deep within my eyes. My boss started to chuckle darkly, and put down the leg that was propped onto the other one. He suddenly slammed his large hands against his mahogany wooden, work desk and leaned forward, his face directly in front of mine.

"First off pretty boy, don't you ever yell at me again. You're doing my dirty work for a reason, I don't want my hands getting dirty, so you're keeping them clean, in exchange for your family's lives. Just remember that, Styles." He said, glaring at me with a hard expression on his face. "Second, I have a plan, and you're the whole ordeal to it." He finished, a big malicious grin on his face.

My eyebrows furrowed in confusion, a small pout forming onto my lips. What the fuck, is this bad excuse of a human being, talking about? I hope I don't have to kill an innocent human being again. I thought inwardly, cringing a bit. May they rest in peace, I'm so sorry. But I had to do it, this pathetic man, have my family in a disgusting dungeon, and I had to. He have them in the palms of his hands and I'm trying so hard to pry them open, by doing his stupid work.

My thoughts were crushed and blown away, like a speck of dust, when Cruzer snapped his fingers in front of my face, grabbing me out of the ocean of thoughts I was starting to drown into. Looking back up at him, he rolled his eyes. Maybe getting the hint, that I wasn't listening to a single word he was vocalizing. Sitting back down and throwing his leg, over the other one, he leaned back into his plump black swivel chair.

Ronny smirked, his eyes sparkling with mischief. My fingers went instantly towards my bottom lip, and I started to toy with it. "Sorry about that." I mumbled quickly, my head casting downwards a bit. My chest was heavy with gulit and so much pent up regret, that it would combust from the overwhelming feeling that brewed to the rim. He waved me off, his eyes still glossed with excitement.

"So, what I was saying when you went into your little La, La world, is..." He trailed off, beating his desk as a drum roll. "You're going to woe Kitorah in working here. Which means, I'm assigning you to be friends with her, spend a lot of time with her, get her to open up to you. Use your little charm in wiggling your way into her heart. When you've done that, since she loves you and all, you're going to ask her to work here instead of in Starbucks." He continued, clapping his hands at his stupid plan.

"No." I said, immediately. Ronny's face went from gleeful to cold as stone, in a matter of seconds from my response. He chuckled lightly and put his hand firmly on the phone that is sitting on his desk. My eyes widen in recognition.

"You see, when you disobey my orders Harry. I could always call my trustees to you know, blow a shot in your mothers head and maybe torture your pure big sister Gemma. Or maybe, do a few more things with her, if you know what I mean." He said, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. My face contorted in disgust and rage. I pushed up out of my chair, making the chair I was occupying fall on it's back.

"Don't you dare touch, my family Cruzer." I hissed, pointing an accusing finger at the man sitting in his favourite chair. I sighed, looking down in defeat, my finger withering from it's position. "Fine, I'll do it. Just don't do anything to hurt them." I replied, looking back up at my boss. My eyes flaring with fury.