Mafia!Larry || (Power)Bottom!Louis || Crossdresser!Louis
| Part 1 |
A/N: People call me the Queen of Smut :)
(and the biggest tease)
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"Why do you listen to me?"
"I-I... I don't know', Harry could say with closed eyes.
"Hmm... is it because I'm...
The next morning dawned. Although the weather in Italy was mostly fine, the sky today was cloudy. Louis wasn't interested in this, but if he could have chosen, he had wished for sunshine. Because today was a good day. Very good. Today, it would finally end. The last months, over a year... today was finally the day.
Quen. She had been dead for over 24 hours. With this knowledge in his head, Louis stroked her leather jacket hanging over the chair in his room. Then he stepped in front of the mirror and looked at his ear. He did that more often as a reflex. His forehead frowned slightly, but then at the knock on the door, he blinked, let the facial expression become normal again. He straightened the belt of his dress, pulled up the zipper of the collar. Of course, Louis had chosen black for his outfit today. He looked serious and pretty at the same time in this. And beyond that you didn't see bloodstains directly. Well. Also his black shoes with plateau were black.
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Outside his room he closed the door before he walked ahead. Liam and a few other men followed him. And Louis was actually not nervous. Why should he be, there was no reason? He would kill Danielle now. But this bitch had made sure that he couldn't be happy. He seemed to not be able to feel joy right now. Even yesterday, when Jackson, he and a few others had a meeting, he couldn't be happy. He was looking forward to it, yes. But only out of anger and impatience. It had nothing to do with joy anymore. She had taken that away from him by taking Quen away from him.
Quen.
The blonde's face came back to him as he walked through the corridors.
My Quen.
His gaze hardened. In a few minutes the balance would be restored. Soon a world would exist where Danielle didn't live.
A hand grabbed Louis' wrist and he was pulled away from the straight path through the hallway. Jackson briefly raised one hand to the security, pulled Louis into an open room. Immediately Louis tore himself from the grip.
"I can walk myself, in case you didn't notice"
Jackson sighed, turned to him.
"Can't you really tell? You take everything so personally"
"Was that it?"
Louis crossed his arms across his chest. He wanted to kill Danielle now and only yesterday Jackson had told him he wasn't able to do so. He was silent at first, then looked away.
"About yesterday..."
Louis' gaze remained hard, but he swallowed a bit. He didn't want to think about his words and the situation with Harry afterwards. He hadn't just done so; he had been so fixated on Danielle.
"I'm not saying that I didn't mean every word... but I might could have been..."
