Chapter 50

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I love you so much that I hate you
Right now, it's so hard to blame you
'Cause you're so damn beautiful
You're so damn beautiful
Is it easier to stay? Is it easier to go?
I don't wanna know, oh
But I know that I'm never, ever gonna change
And you know that you're always gonna stay the same

Song: Easier, by 5sos

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2019, October, 24th - Thursday | 3 am

Harry's P.O.V.: 

"Why is he so pissed?"

"Don't know, dude, I think it has something to do with her."

"What happened this time?"

"Apparently they had a fight during the weekend, I asked her about it but she only said he is a jerk."

"Well she didn't lie."

"Yeah, kind of. I think they're not talking, thou."

"Dude is really pussy whipped, isn't him?"

"Well I would be too if Aster and I--"

That's enough.

Not making any ceremony, I push open the door to my office, maybe a bit harder than I should, but who the fuck cares anyway? I most certainly don't.

Rickie and Abel snaps their heads to the door, halting their whispering conversation from just a second ago.

"Gossiping like two old ladies, I see." I scoff with a dirty look, glaring at them for a second before I turn my eyes to the pile of money still over the center table. "Too busy fucking chit-chatting to count this shit?"

They both start moving quickly, two pair of hands going to the money, stern expressions on their faces as they avoid facing me or looking at each other. I stride to the balcony near the safe, where the booze is, pouring myself a double-shot of whiskey and ignoring the sharp sting of pain in my bloody knuckles. I don't even feel like this pain is worth it, the motherfucker I just interrogated passed out before giving me any useful information.

I mean, I might've used a tad more force than the necessary, but the guy is a fucking pussy if he can't take a few punches, especially when I have so much pent up anger to put out.

I've been doing this shit for years, but there are some nights, like this one, that I ask myself if it's all worth it. And the answer has always been yes. She is worth it. Cause bottom line is, I do this all for her, the only reason I decided to enter this fucking business was to protect her from what that fucker she has for a father might do to her. I wanted to guarantee she would accomplish what she has always dreamed of, wanted to make sure she would be always taken care of and would have the happy little life she deserves, not having to concern or lose any minute of sleep over this fucking mess our parents have done.

But honestly, I'm so fucking pissed, tonight I'm even considering to change my usual answer.

How dare she?

After all that we've been through, how dare she still consider go out with that dipstick of a guy? We had such a good conversation, I was able to open up about almost everything, really working on coming clean and showing her all she wants to see.

I mean, I'm glad I didn't tell her everything I was willing to, that just proved me I can't trust Aster yet, at least not entirely. I was being stupid to think she was ready to know the whole extent of what I've been doing when nobody's watching. After seeing how angry she was at her father last week I really thought I could tell her about my plans, but well, I can't. If I can't trust her to keep her legs closed, how could I possibly expect her to not open her mouth as well?

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