The Mafia //h.s au

seven (the organization)

As soon as the metal doors had closed behind Miss Gomez, all hell had broken loose in The Situation Room...

"Bianchi! It's been one fucking month! I told you we couldn't trust those boys down there!" Exclaimed VP Romano.
"Enough! Do not blame me for the irresponsibility of Mr. Malik and Mr. Styles. I put Harold in charge of those boys, he will be receiving repercussions." President Bianchi fired back. "In fact, put Styles on the phone right now! I need to have a word with him." He added.
The whole room watched in anticipation as Vice President Romano dialed the number to Harry's burner phone and put it on speaker. With each ring of the line, everyone inched closer and closer to the speakerphone until Harry had picked up.
"Hello, thank you for calling SpeedCo customer service how can-"
"Cut the shit Styles, it's Bianchi."
"Sir, what a pleasure it is to speak with you! I-I can guarantee I'm doing my best with the guys." Harry said.
"Son, do you know where all of your men are at this very moment?" Spoke Bianchi in an ominous tone.
"Sure. Liam is in the kitchen, Louis is with Liam, Zayn is in his room playing guitar, and Niall is sleeping. Is there an issue sir?" Harry spoke with panic in his voice.
"Do you want to rethink where recruit #005 is Harry?" Bianchi spoke through gritted teeth.
The sound of the phone dropping and Harry's footsteps running on the wooden floor filled the speaker with grainy noise. To Harry's surprise, he would find that not only had Zayn left through his bedroom window but he had a recording of himself playing guitar going at full volume on his CD player.
"You've gotta be fucking playing me right now." Harry groaned into his hand. He bent over to pick up the phone and hesitant to answer his boss, he took a moment to breathe then spoke.
"Sir, I do not have eyes on Malik at the moment, but I will find him myself if I have to," Harry spoke into the phone.
"There's no bother trying to locate him, the FBI has already pinged him running from the flat across yours. If you get thrown in jail again, The Organization is no longer responsible for you or your boys. Say goodbye to $10,000 off of your award money." Bianchi concludes and hangs the phone up.
"You'd think after being in jail for a couple of weeks it would've fucked with the kids, guess I was wrong." Chairman Ricci proclaimed to the room. "Pull the files on the boys, let's go through them together shall we?" Ricci says with a smirk.

All of the men in the room shifted to the edge of their chairs, eager to see with their own eyes the top-secret information that was being revealed unto the group of gentlemen. President Bianchi stood up and made a short journey to the file cabinet behind where his chair was placed. He clicked a small silver button, sending the file cabinet flying open with a force. The files were all sealed in manila envelopes to prevent moisture from the dampness in the room from destroying the papers. Pulling 5 sealed mustard yellow envelopes out with a chuckle, Bianchi returned to his seat and plopped them all of the table.

"Let's begin with the mystery man of the hour, shall we? Ricci, pull recruit #005 for me why don't you?" announces Bianchi, putting his feet up and reclining back. Taking the paper out of the large envelope, Ricci placed it down and began to read the boys entire lives one by one...

Zayn Javadd Malik: #005

Age: 22 Hometown: Bradford, England

Siblings: Safaa Malik, Doniya Malik, Waliyha Malik ( Last located in Bradford on holiday)

Martial Status: Single  Parents: N/A

Recruit Interview on file: President Bianchi presiding

B: "Zayn my boy, why you want to be apart of what we do here at The Organization?"

Z: "I don't really have much of a choice do I? It's either here or back on the streets with the boys."