“Oh and I suppose you’re different?” I spat his way and watched him frown.
“No. Not at all.” His dark eyes glimmered and I took in a breath. He looked towards that same door again and nodded towards it. I shook my head. I didn’t want to see what was in there. “See the thing is. I don’t think I’ll ever get him back on my side. I think I’ll always be watching my back if I hurt you. So my choice was easy.” I shook my head and felt a lump grow in my throat. I stifled my sob and pushed his chest.
“Don't you dare." He smirked as I burst my way through the door he kept looking at. My heart sank almost instantly. He was tied to a chair, a normal dining chair. This shit didn’t happen in real life. This happened in films. His mouth was tapped across and he was tied down with thick rope. His head was drooped and as I held in tears I ran and placed myself between his legs.
“Fuck, Haz.” I breathed before I ripped the tape off that was covering his lips. His eyes were sad and cut. His face was barely recognisable as blood had poured down it. He looked fucking terrible. I let out my sob and ran my fingers over his cheek. He offered me a small smile and shook his head. Where the fucking hell was Jay!? I couldn’t control the tears that were now streaming from my eyes. My ugly sob was out of control.
“Don’t cry Av please.” Were the words that left his mouth. I glanced towards Rava who was stood by the doorway with a wide smirk across his face. I was sickened. I sat with my head in his lap and held him there. His hands were behind his back, his hair was wet, his clothes were wet and he looked drained. How the fuck was I supposed to get us out of this?
“What the fuck do you want from him?” I sobbed as I squeezed him, the dripping of water landing on my face, joining my salty tears.
“I want him to suffer Avaya. I want him to suffer like he made me suffer.” He was enjoying this.
“Look at him! He’s suffered.” I stood to my feet and watched him shake his head. He placed his hands around my neck and squeezed a little. My breath halted as I heard Haz growl.
“Rava I swear to God if you hurt her I’ll fucking kill you.” Harry’s voice was low and quiet. I struggled to pull at his arms that were placed tightly around my neck. He planted a kiss against my cheek and my eyes closed shut.
“How’d you plan on killing me when you can’t move from that fucking chair.” Things were starting to blur in and out of focus and he released me. I gasped for air and landed in a pool on the floor. I was horrified and scared. Not really for my own life but for his. “I want you to suffer. I want you to watch her suffer like you made me watch Amelie.” I held my throat where his hands were and exhaled as I stood. “You’ve killed for me, does she know that? Does she know you’ve got blood on your hands? That your job wasn’t just drugs.” I glanced towards Harry who’s eyes were swollen, not through the slits and cuts that were pissing with blood but from tears that were escaping them. I couldn’t get my head around what was being said. “Does she know!?” He bellowed. I shook my head and stood up.
“She does now.” Haz’s words were sad. There seemed to be no fight left in his voice. I needed a plan. I couldn’t see him like that. Defeated. I walked behind Harry and began to un-tie him.
“Avaya stop it.” Rava commanded and I shook my head as I continued to unknot him. There was a commotion coming from outside of the room and I heard Jay faintly shouting in the background. Harry stood up from his chair and wrapped me up in his arms. Rava was now aiming for us. He was coming closer towards us, faster and faster. I’d never seen a look like the one that was painted across his face. He was intent on hurting us. I winced as I gripped Harry tighter. My hands lowered to Harry’s belt and I felt something sharp. I gripped it in my hand and as I turned around with it in my hands there was the most horrific sound. It was an indescribable sound. But it was stifled by shouting and arguing and people. People shouting. People were everywhere all at once. I dropped the knife that was in my hand as I glanced at Rava. He was now on his knees in front of me. The smallest bit of blood escaped his mouth. I didn’t look at his eyes. I glanced up at the door and Jay was making his ward towards me. He wrapped his hands around my face and shook me.
“Run Av.” He whispered. I was frozen. I couldn’t run because I couldn’t move. “Haz take her and fucking run.” Everything else was a blur. None of that seemed real. Not one part of it. What the fuck had I just done?
Table of Contents
Introduction
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
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