Niall's POV.
"You have to take care of this, Horan. You can't let her escape. Her dad has to pay us what he owes us, no more, no less. Is this clear?" My boss said to me in his usual tone, without any other emotions different of seriousness and anger in his voice. "I just asked you a fucking question, answer me, I'm trusting you with this shit."
"And you won't regret it." I told him while taking out a cigarette from my pocket, lighting it up a few seconds later and letting the smoke fill my lungs. "I'll take her in a blink, and we will get back what's ours."

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FanfictionNiall Horan, member of one of the most dangerous gangs in Ireland. Dark, cold, a bad seed. He's the complete opposite of Madison Jones, who is usually described as light by those who have the luck of knowing her. But every light has a shadow, right...