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Chapter 8; Harry

I left the inn on Friday, I had the weekends off so I wouldn't be seeing Catalina. Well, that fucking sucks. I left work but not before Cat gave me a long, sweet, lingering kiss. She's trying to kill me, I swear. I run my hand through my hair and shake my head at her with a long lasting smirk on my face, before leaving. I decided to go out with Zayn tonight and meet the other guys who I'll be working with for the next few...well actually, until Paul's good and ready to let me go.

I go home and just nap. I power nap for about 3 hours. I wake up at 9:17 to 7 texts and 3 missed calls from Zayn. We weren't going out till 10, clearly the bloke had some trust issues. I texted him assuring we were still on, and to pick me up at 10. I get up, rinse my face, spray on some axe and decide to throw a red plaid long sleeve button up shirt over my black t-shirt. I decide to switch my grey sweats for black jeans. It's 9:24 by the time I've finished and I have time to kill. I check my fridge to see if I have beers. I have 2 six packs of Heinekens. I decided to ask Zayn if he can come over early for some pre-club beers. He said yes and that he'd be here in 15.

The buzzer for my flat rang around 9:40 and I buzzed him in. A minute later there was a knock on my door and I opened it to find a very smug looking Zayn. I wonder what thats about.

''Sup, mate,'' We did a half hand shake half hug. We start to walk into my flat.

"Vas' happenin?" He asked cheerily. I immediately stop in my tracks and eye him up and down.

"What?" I ask, trying to hold in m laughter.

"Vas' he happenin'?" He said, even more cheerily this time. This time, I couldn't help it, I burst out in laughter.

"Mate, where the hell did you get that from?" I say in between fits of laughter. He shrugs. I settle down and plop myself down on the couch. Zayn continued to walk.

"Got any beers?" He asks.

"In the fridge." I shout, loud enough for him to hear. He walks out the kitchen with two in his hand, tosses me one, then plops down on the couch directly next to me.

We start chatting about work, Paul and Zayn's background.

"What's a guy like you doing working for a shit place like this?" I ask him, taking a sip of my beer.

He takes a sip of his beer before placing it on my coffee table, exhaling a breath and rubbing his hands on his thighs. "Paul has me older sister, Doniya." He leans back on the couch before continuing, "She's a year older than me. She wanted to be a makeup artist...she was getting there. She was really good. But, I dragged her into all this." He looks away ashamed, jaw clenched.

"Why did he take her? How? When?" I ask curiously. He doesn't seem taken aback by my questions or uncomfortable because he answers.

"About a year and a half ago. I used to just load the coke into the trucks then drive them to where they needed to go. We don't tell the truck drivers and loaders what's actually in the boxes, avoids less people getting involved. So I had no idea about the, like, illegal aspect of it all. But, one box fell and opened spilling out the coke and bears and shit. My friend and I ran when we saw the guards coming with guns pointed our way. My bro didn't make it but they, like, took me to Paul for him to decide what to do with me. They kept me locked up for 5 days probably trying to find my background information. They figured out I had 3 sisters who I cared about dearly. I took care of them. My mom was really absent when I was younger and my dad was a drunk. It was all me and my older sister who kept everything together. I couldn't let them get hurt. So he made me choose which one would...would live with him. Become his. Be his...wife. Hardest decision I've ever made in my life. I chose my older sister, Doniya. She was the oldest, I couldn't let my 12 year old or 16 year old little sisters go with that man. Doniya knows how to defend herself. They aren't married yet, thank god. But it's coming up soon. He said since I'm "part of the family." He'll move me up to better things then just packing and driving trucks. Also, better pay. And if I told, my sister...my sister, 'gets it.' That is why I work for Paul, that's why I'm here." He concluded.