𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐄

seduce her mind

AN: I forgot to update on Friday! So sorry about that! I'll post another tomorrow to make up for it.

Harry's POV

We sat in my father's office as he paced around going over today's game plan with Niall and I. Each task was getting more complex, each was testing Niall more and I could see the mess he had the possibility of becoming.

"So essentially, we are breaking into his house?" Niall said, looking from me to my father.

"Essentially, yes. The Smith's are on vacation, a vacation that is being paid for on my dime, so I'm sure they won't mind us paying a visit. They've borrowed money, bought drugs and never sold to quota. It's a mess. Their house keeper is older, don't hurt him, just tie him down while you do the job." My father said, placing his giant cigar back to his lips.

"We are in and out, no one will even blink an eye. The painting he wants is in clear view, hung this way so they can show it off. It's worth what they owe my father plus interest." I said and Niall nodded, though I knew he was scared.

"Won't they report it to the police?" He said and my father chuckled.

"Horan, we have our ways, you just have to trust that everything will work out fine. We have our warnings, our ways of making sure everything is done accordingly."

Niall nodded, sitting back and sipping his scotch, "Fair. When do we do this?"

"Today, you and Harry will head out in an hour. I'll send men to watch your wife and mother again. I know you haven't been home, but that's what comes with the territory." My father said, walking over to the window.

"Family is important to me, Niall. My wife and Harry are the most important thing to me, so don't think I don't want you valuing yours and spending time with them. It's just all of this, in the long run, will be worth more than even they could ever imagine." My father said turning to Niall who nodded.

"I just want to give them back the life they had before. That's all I want, to feel like the man of the house again." He said, a weird vulnerability not many showed around my father.

"You are acting like the man of the house right now. Fighting for them. I tell Harry always, you do what it takes to take care of your own. That's your priority as a man." My father said, walking over and squatting down in front of Niall, his cigar smoke blowing in his face, "You messed up, your father died, it all makes sense, but on my time, you don't fuck shit up. You don't make mistakes. Got it?"

My father was stern in his words and Niall nodded his head, swallowing as my dad stood up.

"Alright, we'll go get the truck ready, I'll call you when it's done." I said, standing up, Niall following me.

My father nodded, patting my shoulder softly before returning to his desk. Niall and I made our way out, moving quickly down the hall. I lead us through the house to the parking garage area below the house.

"Not everyday you see this in New York City." He said taking in the parking area, as I walked over to my car, unlocking it.

"Not everyone is Brendon Chase." I said, "Come here and grab the guns from the other day, still in the glove compartment."

He nodded and I popped open my trunk, grabbing my tool bag and some gloves.

"Isn't this Beth's?" He said and I peeked over, seeing him hold up the copy of the Great Gatsby she had let me borrow.

"Yeah, she lent it to me. I've never read it." I said, turning back to close the trunk. He waved the book in his hand before tossing it in the car.

"So are you inside the house when you're there?" He asked as we walked over to the truck we would be using.