Harry
My fists were throbbing. I grabbed the man who was crouching in front of me on his knees by his collar making him stand up. "Tell me who the fuck it is." I whispered warningly while holding my fist a few inches away from his face. When he didn't reply I allowed my fist to roughly collide with his jaw. A groan left his lips as he stumbled back and hit the dirty wall behind him.
"Fuck I —" he coughed and spit blood out. I grimaced in disgust watching him. "I don't know Styles."
I shook my head. "That's not the answer I'm looking for." His eyes widened when I drew out the cold pistol that was pressing against my bare hip. I took aim and fired.
A thin trail of blood dripped down the man's forehead from the gaping hole he had. His lifeless eyes stared at mine and his mouth was open a bit.
"Fuck." I groaned when I spotted the splatter of blood that was on my sleeve. I tried to wipe it away in a hurry. I hated the sight of blood. It was gross and disgusting and made my stomach flip.
The killing part was fine. It allowed me relieve stress I had been holding in on someone else but then I had to deal with the disgusting blood.
I stared at the dead body debating on what I should do. I couldn't leave it here because then the police would bang on to Liam about why we couldn't randomly leave bodies around. So I knew I had to tow it into my car. I huffed in annoyance as I unlocked my car a few meters away from me.
We were in a large garage and no one was there except for me and a lifeless body. I grabbed the man by his feet and started to tug him alway slowly. I grunted in exhaustion when I reached the car and stopped to wipe the sweat that had formed on my forehead.
Just as I was about to reach this prick's legs to shove him into my trunk my phone started to vibrate in my pocket. "Fucking hell.." I groaned and retrieved my phone. "Hello?" I answered curtly.
"Where are you?" Liam's voice demanded on the other end.
"Doing my job." Sarcasm laced my voice. "Just killed a man because he's been selling our information to some guy called.." my voice away while I fisted my hand into my pocket looking for the card. I pulled the card out and read the random numbers that didn't have any meaning to me. "009."
"What does that mean?" Liam's voice asked while I heard some shuffling in his background. "009? I can't say it means anything to me."
I shrugged despite the fact he couldn't see me. "Dunno man. Listen I'll see you in a few minutes." I mumbled while staring down the dead body by my feet. I heard an 'okay' from Liam before I hung up. I pushed my phone back into my pocket and started to lift the guy so he can get shoved into my truck.
Fuck.
I pushed his legs inside and slammed the truck shut. I stretched my back and pinched my eyes close. "Heavy fuck." I swore referring to the fat fuck inside my truck who had managed to fuck up my back. I threaded towards the front and got inside and started up the engine.
I didn't know why I was feeling so annoyed. Maybe the fact that I had forced myself on Olivia yesterday. I honestly had no idea what came over me. I felt like such an asshole especially after what she's been through. I wasn't thinking clearly but only listening to my desires.
And honestly I didn't even know why I was feeling so much about it. When it came to her I felt so much. It was fucking driving me insane. She made me so curious about her. I could stare at her for hours long and not be bored because of the simple grace she held.
I arrived in front of the building which we were staying at. A couple of the men were outside with guns posted near the door. I got out and turned the ignition off before pushing open the door and getting out.
I motioned one guy to come over. I watched as he quickly pulled the cigarette from his mouth and stomp on it before hurrying towards me.
"Dead body in the boot and get this car cleaned." I threw him the keys and walked away towards the entrance.
I got into the elevator and pressed the top floor. I needed to figure who the fuck '009' was. Why was one of our tech guys selling whoever it was information? Was '009' part of another gang? They had to be. Fucking prick thinking he can just steal and learn The Circle information. Once I get my hands around his throat I show him what exactly The Circle is.
These thoughts were jumbled in my head as I stepped out. When my eyes met with Olivia. She was sitting with her legs under her hugging a pillow. Her cheeks were bright red and she was shaking. I furrowed my eyebrows and slowly approached her.
Fuck what was she crying about now. She looked exactly the way I left her in the theatre bathroom. When she yelled at me to leave I quickly darted and drove off leaving her there.
"What's wrong?" I asked silently. I hope to fuck it isn't about me. I knew that I forced myself on her but.. is she still crying over that?
She didn't reply. She brought her hands up to her face and begun to furiously wipe the tears away. But it was no use. Fresh ones just replaced them
and continued to roll down her cheeks.
I stood there not knowing what to do. I was scared to even sit down. Fuck I hated when girls cried. They're so emotional it makes me feel so awkward. And it didn't help the fact that I probably had blood splattered all over my body not helping me. Blood and a girl crying. Not a great start to my morning.
"Uhh.. ok." I mumbled and turned around to leave. I didn't have any sarcastic things to say to her. Actually I couldn't think of anything to say to her. Usually.. I had a lot to say. I always teased her and fucked around her emotions but now, now I was completely speechless.
"It's Liam.." her voice was so soft and silent that I feared I had imagined it. When I turned around to look at her she nodded her head. Confirming that she had spoken.
"What?"
"I blacked out.. I tried to escape.. he was so rough with me.." her words came out in broken sentences.
I scrunched my face up. I didn't know how to reply. "Why?" Was the only thing I could muster.
Her thin shoulders bopped up signalling she didn't know. "He was so upset with me that he just.. started to shake me.." more tears came down her face.
I quickly approached her and sat beside her. But made no movement to touch her. I felt like she didn't want to be touched. I couldn't read many body signals but I knew just by looking at her that she didn't want to be touched. And certainly not by me.
"You need to understand that.." I cleared my throat and stared at my fingers. "That Liam is broken.. he's never had anyone so he was probably just overwhelmed with his emotions and I'm sure he didn't mean to —"
She scoffed interrupting me. "Of course you would say that. He would be stabbing me and you would still defend him." She snapped and stood up throwing the pillow she was holding at my chest. I easily caught it and stared at her.
"I'm not defending him I'm just.. saying that he's never had anyone who loved him. And he loves you.. it's just complicated Olivia."
She rolled her eyes staring down at me. "It's not complicated Harry. You're making it."
I closed my eyes and huffed out in annoyance. I couldn't deal with this. Liam's problem was not mine to fix. I needed to fix what I did. "Listen. I'm sorry I kissed you yesterday. I didn't mean to." I reopened my eyes to see her sad expression. "I know I shouldn't have done it but I did. And I can't explain why I did it except that I regret it and I'm sorry."
She nodded and crossed her arms before turning around to leave.
