Give Me Hope (h.s)

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"I need you to lock the gates up before I get her to bed," I overhear my boss say, my hands pushing open the doors to the room. He turns to look at me and I stand tall, his eyes flickering to me. I don't know why but he's never seemed too intense to me. My father was close with him, nearly brothers, but I never was allowed to be near the business. I just learned to not give two shits and move on with my life.

"Harry, I've been meaning to talk to you, son," he says, my head nodding. He grabs my shoulder and looks me in the eye, a strong, prominent scar running over his left. Battle wounds, ones I've yet to obtain but are soon to come.

"What can I do for you, Sir?" I ask, respecting his position. He's not one to mess with.

"I need you to take care of my daughter tomorrow," he says, my eyebrows furrowing. No one talks to his daughter. In all honesty, I only found out he had a daughter six months ago. She's his prized possession, which says a lot considering our business.

"Sure, what can I help with?" I say, our footsteps echoing the halls of his house. We walk to the end of the hall and he pushes buttons on the wall, leading me into his office.

"Let's just say, Dark Plague's feud with Bone Thrashers is getting worse," he says, grabbing a joint and lighting it. He offers me one and I shake it off.

"I need you to act as a bodyguard, so to speak," he says, my eyebrows furrowing. I'm not a bodyguard. I was hired to be a dealer.

"Why would I do that? I do deals at night, Sacho," I say, but he shakes his hand.

"Harry, my daughter is worth sacrificing the deals for. We have plenty others that can do your job," he regards and I scoff.

"If you have plenty others, then what the fuck am I still doing here?" I ask, his hand slamming against the desk. I glare at him, not appreciating the way he's treating me. He knows damn well I deserve more attention due to the efficiency I hold to his business.

"I promised your father I would keep you out of the streets. Might as well get your ass doing work for that, but I need you to focus on other things. My daughter needs protection. You're young and fast and can keep the danger of Bone Thrashers away from her," he states, my arms crossing over my chest.

"What do I get in return?" I ask, his eyes staring into mine. I'm stronger than most these guys give me credit for. It's hard to intimidate me, but I demand respect.

"My respect, Harry. And that's hard to get ahold of," he says clearly, my arms dropping to my sides. I run a hand through my hair and I look back into his eyes. I nod and shake his hand, his lips holding his joint.

"Close the gate and get to bed. She leaves for school at 10."

"Am I driving her?" I ask, his head nodding. I bite my lip, still curious as to who his daughter even is. I've never met her, no one has, and for all I know she's six. I'm shit at being with kids so that would be interesting. What would be worse, but most likely possible, is a thirteen year old. God I'd rather rip my eyes out than guard a thirteen year old who only talks about boys.

"Remember, you protect her with your damn life. Do that, I respect you," he says, my head nodding.

"Yes, Sir," I say, turning on my heels and walking away. Too much adrenaline pumps through my veins, so I make my way to the weight room and change. Once ready, I start working out. My hand push the weights, legs run the treadmill, and my arms work out all the machines to strengthen my muscles.

"Has it ever occurred to you that you're one of the biggest here?" I overhear Wyatt, my hands dropping the ropes.

"No, and that's not true. Go look at the guards outside," I say, his chuckle heard.

"So what did Sacho want?" he asks, leaning against the machine.

"I'm now a babysitter," I say, his eyes widening. It clicked so fast for him and he runs his fingers through his hair.

"Shit, no one has ever seen that girl. How old is she?" he asks, but I shrug my shoulders. No one knows shit about his daughter. All I know is her name starts with an 'A'.

"If she's thirteen or younger, I'm probably going to fucking shoot myself before the week is over," I say, reluctant to any situation regarding younger girls. I'm twenty-three, and all the girls I've been with were mature and willing to do whatever I wanted. No commitments and it was the best thing.

"I wouldn't blame you," he says, my hands grabbing the bar. I bench press and hook it back after my reps, my hands pulling my shirt over my head. I wipe my face and walk back to the back to change, Wyatt following me.

"What if she's, like, hot, and our age?" he asks, my shoulders shrugging.

"Can't do anything anyways. Sacho would literally kill my ass," I say, shaking off the possibility.

"True. But I just want to know what woman had sex with a crazy man like Sacho," he wonders aloud. I tune him out and get dressed, grabbing my bag.

"I need to sleep. I need to drive her to school tomorrow," I say, his lips curving.

"That's such a dad thing to do, Styles," he grins, my eyes rolling. He laughs and I have an internal struggle with the fact that I need to drive this girl I've never met to school.

I get to my room and make my way to the bathroom, showering before I go to bed. My hands rest beneath my head and I let the warm air hit my bare torso. I always think of my mom when it's warm out. We used to sit on her back porch and just talk before my father took me away and forced me to become who I am today. I haven't seen her since.

My head fills with thoughts and I find myself curious as to what tomorrow will bring. Perhaps it won't be so bad, but I have no idea what is to come.

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