Corruption™ (Punk Harry Styles)

Chapter Thirty

Gabby’s POV

Someone cleared their throat and startled both me and Harry. We pulled apart and when Harry saw the person, he let go of me completely. It almost seemed like he was frightened.

“Hello Harry,” a man said to him with a forced smile.

“Mr Santiago,” he replied politely, but something still felt off kilter about it.

“Gabriella, you’re coming with me,” the man ordered.

“Wh-who are you?” I stumbled over my words.

“I’m your father,” he answered.

I looked to Harry for confirmation that it was true and he nodded slightly.

“Come along now, Harry has things he needs to do.”

My brow furrowed and I opened my mouth to say something, but I couldn’t seem to form words.

“You do know about his job, right?”

I nodded, too afraid to answer verbally.

“Well then you know that when his boss tells him to do something he better do it or there will be consequences,” the man who claimed to be my father said directing it more towards Harry than me.

“Why do I feel like I’m missing something here?” I thought aloud.

“Because you are, it’s a very important detail. Harry, would you like to tell her or shall I?”

“He’s my boss,” Harry mumbled.

To say I was shocked was an understatement. My own father was my boyfriend’s boss. Not only was that weird, it was also irritating.

“I just want to talk Gabriella, and then you can go home.”

I agreed to talk with him, but I wouldn’t allow him to take me anywhere. If he wanted to talk, I told him we could walk and talk or nothing. There was no way I was getting in a car with him. If he’s Harry’s boss then I don’t even know what kind of man he is. Is he a bad man? Is he a good man? Was he really just trying to protect me? Everything was so confusing to me.

As we walked along in silence, I took my phone out and sent a quick text to Harry telling him I would meet him back at the car as soon as we were done talking. He didn’t reply, so I just hoped that he’d gotten the message and that he would wait for me. Hopefully this won’t take too terribly long.

“So what did you want to talk to me about?” I asked trying to get to the point.

“Wow, very direct and demanding; you definitely are my daughter,” he chuckled.

“I’m serious. Why did you want to talk?”