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Harry pov
I knock politely on the door. I see a shadow move on the other side, the door opens slightly before the maid tries to slam it shut. I put my foot in the way and push the door open.
"Not wise" I smile, far from friendly. "I expect Mr horan in the dining room with in 15 minutes or I start detaching limbs." I say casually, before walking down the halls, Louis, Liam and Zayn follow.
"If you see anything valuable take it" I say, walking into one of the bedrooms and look through the draws.
On the third bedroom I have a diamond ring, three full pandora bracelets, keys to a Mercedes and a limited edition harry Potter book set that will do nicely for liams birthday.
I enter the 4th room and head to the wardrobe, I don't see much other than Supras and vans. But - size 4? Never fit me. I leave them and head to the dressing table. I'm looking for anything other than clothes but come up blank.
I hear 3 gun shots and follow the sound.
I arrive in the dining room to see zayn on the floor, bullet hole trough his heart, bobby on the floor, bullet hole in his foot and arm. Louis and liam pointing guns at him, standing over zayn. I remind myself to talk to liam. Him and Zayn were close. But it comes with the job. You don't cry. You don't apologise. You don't show remorse. They show weakness and weakness is your opponents advantage.
"We didn't kill him, thought you'd want him to suffer." Louis laughs.
"So. Bobby. You, steal my £50,000 shipment of guns and weapons, shoot one of my men, and expect what? To live? To not have to pay? Well, you don't have to worry about living, I have no intentions of killing you. Wouldn't give you the privilege of no pain. Instead, ill leave you to look over your shoulder. Wondering. Where I am? When will I collect what's due? When will you be safe again? Until eventually you'll probably kill yourself out of fear or anxiety or end up in an asylum for being loopy." I end my speech and head over to the liquor cupboard. I hand louis and liam a can of Guinness and get myself one.
Louis and liam finish looking for valuables will I 'keep bobby company'. "You'll want to disinfectant those" I say, having a swig of beer, I tip the can slightly so the beer pours onto the bullet whole in his foot, he flinches and tries to move his foot.
"Harry?" I look up as liam covers me I follow louis.
We head into one of the rooms, the one with the supras, and I see a figure sleeping under a duvet.
"Shoot it" I grunt walking away.
"He's fit" Louis grins.
"Well fuck him then shoot him"
"He's bobbys boy" That's interests me. I look over at the bed and see a small boy. 15? Sleeping, he cuddled into his pillow. He is rather fit. Innocent. Blonde. Pale face. Bit of baby fat.
"Bring him"
Louis grins before dragging the boy out of bed and onto the floor. He screams, he kicks, he cries but in the end, Louis hits him in the side of the head with the gun. He flops.
"Fuck he was annoying me"
"You wanted him" I laugh, I pickk up the boy and sling him over one shoulder before walking out to see liam. Bobby has a visibly broken hand but I just laugh.
"Niall? What are you- No. You're not taking him. Not my boy. Anything. Harry. Anything but not him"
"You have 24 hours to get me 50 grand. Not a penny less. Other wise blondie finds out what it's like to have 3 different 10 inch dicks up his arse, one after the other. If it gets to 36 hours he finds out what two broken arms feel like. At 60 hours, he finds out what it's like for the world to see naked sexual pictures of you. Get the idea. The longer I have to wait, the worse blondie gets punished."
"Could even make him wear nappies" Louis smirks "imagine his horror when the English Mafia boss has to change his shity nappy"
"24 hours" I laugh, walking out carrying niall. Louis is in tow with liam carrying zayn.