*May be triggering to some readers*
"Ah, but what if Niall knew you were hiding something from him, something that puts him in danger," he has a point all of them are in danger but if I keep my mouth shut, they'll be safe.
"You dare tell Niall about those texts. I'll kill you myself," I've never been a person to throw threats around, but i had to do something.
He takes a step closer to me, only a few inches between our bodies now.
"Oh, you're a murderer now, I see," he chuckles to himself, his chest rising up and down slowly, like he's the most relaxed person on earth.
"I've never hurt a fly, never would, unless you hurt my brother," I state strongly, avoiding eye contact.
My eyes are glued to his worn Rolling Stones t-shirt.
"I'm not hurting your brother, sweetheart, I'm hurting you," he speaks lowly, almost at a whisper "the more I know about you, the more I have against you, the more I can get what I need from this situation."
"I hate you." Was all I could manage to say, given the fact that I was battling my emotions.
I just lost all four of my brothers, and I'm being taken by our most greatest rival. We've been enemies for centuries. Our gangs have never gotten along because we always treat each other with disrespect and steal each other's junk. Not to mention we go into each other's territory and rob what could of been theirs.
There's no doubt in my mind I will be treated horribly while I'm in the arms of my enemies. They won't show any mercy and they will be very abusive when needed. I honestly wouldn't be surprised if they beat me up because they were bored.
"Well guess what? We hate you too." Harry commented before he slammed the door shut and made his way to the passenger seat.
"I'd say get comfortable and enjoy the ride since it's gonna be long. But since you're the f***ing enemy, have fun living in hell for the rest of your life darling. Your life is in my hands now." Harry grinned evilly as I felt my breath hitch in the back of my throat.