This song describes the first part of this chapter and what's been going on lately with Harry and Scarlett so well omfg. Check it out above/to the side 😊

Song for this chapter: Unkiss Me by Maroon 5

Movie 🎥 The Jackal (1997)

Happy Reading xx

~T

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S C A R L E T T 💣

I was completely wrong and my sub-conscious was completely right. Yep, hundred percent wrong about Harry. He returned to his same sadistic cruel self right after that morning. For the following two weeks I was completely hurt and confused.

  Harry still abused me, only smacking my head and arm whenever I wasn't paying attention, and pushing me to the floor because it seemed 'funny' for him to do so. He also still verbally abused me, calling me weak and pathetic and innocent. But there were times where our arguments got out of hand, which resulted in us kissing our anger away, even though it wasn't a healthy way to deal with it. He still obviously slept with me, watching over me if I had any nightmares. We made a deal that even if we were furious with each other, we'd still sleep with each other because frankly, I needed it.

  What killed me was that he still hooked up with Natalie, and more often than ever. I'd always walk in on them making out or getting ready to do 'it', and it honestly hurt me so much. Every time I tried to talk to him about these problems I was having, he'd immediately shut me out, changing the subject abruptly or telling me to 'shut the fuck up'. Now, I was more confused that ever except this time, I felt hurt too.

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   "Pablo Escobar?" I frowned at the name on the list of people Harry and I were supposed to take down. "He died ages ago," I said, looking up at him with furrowed brows.

   "This is a wannabe Pablo Escobar," he chuckled. "How do you even know who he is?"

   "Notorious Colombian drug lord, know as "The King of Cocaine". Regarded as the wealthiest criminal in history, with an estimated net-worth of thirty billion dollars by the early 19-"

   "Okay smart-ass, who's Griselda Blanco?" he inquired cocking an eyebrow at me.

   "Known as La Madrina, the Black Widow, the Cocaine Godmother, and the Queen of Narco-Trafficking, was a drug lord of the Medellin Cartel and-"

   "Okay that's enough. Damn how and why do you even know so much about infamous drug dealers?" he asked giving me a strange look, as I tensed up at his words. "Scarlett, you're hiding something," he smirked, easily noticing my uneasiness as I turned my head to face the window.

   "No," I mumbled quietly.

   "Oh come on, tell me!"

   "No."

   "Scarlett."

   "Harry."

   "Scar."

   "Harold."

   "Scarlett Jones, tell me." He continued to pester me until I gave up. It wasn't like it was going to make a difference if I did tell him.

   "Fine," I snapped, making him narrow his eyebrows at me, unhappy with my tone. "Sorry," I gulped sheepishly. "While I was studying in college I manufactured methamphetamine with my best-friend in order to earn money to pay for my pet beagle, Bilbo's operation," I said quickly, keeping my gaze averted the whole time.

   "What the fuck? You used to make drugs!? Wow, I did not expect that," Harry chuckled, making me turn my gaze towards him. He was full on grinning, amused as always, but his grin was wide enough for his perfectly aligned teeth to be bearing and his dimples popping out. His smile was gorgeous. "How much money did you make?"

   "My partner and I sold not less that three million dollars of crystal meth daily," I muttered lowly, while he let out a short laugh. It was true, except for that day I got abducted by these people, we were going low for a while on selling as the DEA were trying to find out who was making this popular blue crystal meth.

   "Unbelievable. You were practically a criminal already before you came here," he laughed while I grew oddly quiet.

   "I had good intentions," I mumbled quietly, he scoffed.

   "That's like saying I only kill bad people, but you're still practically a murderer," he snorted as I rolled my eyes at him. "So, this partner of yours, was he that guy I saw with you when we first met?" he asked.

   "Yeah, his name's Spencer," I swallowed thickly, nodding as I spoke.

   "The same guy in that nightmare you had weeks ago?" I tensed up once again at his words, my mind remembering that horrific nightmare I had at Louis and Dexter's place.

   "Yeah," I breathed, looking down at my lap. My lips parted slightly when Harry's hand landed on my thigh, gripping it gently as if he was trying to gain my attention. I looked up at him, finding him staring at me for a second before turning back to the road.

   "It's not real Scarlett," he muttered firmly, keeping his hand on my thigh. It gave me a strangely comforting feeling, and I liked that.

   "It felt like it."

   "No, okay. It's-"

   "Why won't you tell me who Andrei is?" I asked all of a sudden, whipping my head to the side, gazing at him with hard eyes. He clenched his jaw, staring straight ahead at the road. "Harry?" I spoke louder.

   "I don't know Scarlett!" he snapped, jerking his head to the side to glare at me with his eyebrows pulled low and eyes narrowed.

   "Yes you do!" I retorted instantly, refusing to give up on this. "Stop lying to me and just tell me already!" I yelled before the car came to an abrupt stop. My eyes snapped to the window, staring at the neighborhood we pulled into, but Harry grabbed my attention yet again.

   "Listen to me," he spoke menacingly, his hand now gripping my thigh tightly as he leaned over the console. His eyes glowered at me, glimmering with a hint of rage and frustration as I stared back fearfully. "You need to stop this obsession with Andrei. Forget about him and focus on what you're here for. If you ask me about him one more time I swear to god I'll hurt you real bad," he spoke through gritted teeth, his hot breath washing over my face as he spoke. "Understood?"

   "Yes," I breathed, even though I knew his death threats didn't really mean anything.

   "Good girl," he muttered, moving back into his seat before he stared ahead. "We're going to go into that house, and kill everybody in it," he said bluntly pointing at a fairly large house, making my jaw drop all of a sudden.

   "What?" I gasped, my eyebrows shooting up as I stared back and forth at the house he just pointed at, and him. "No. No way in hell am I killing anyone!" I started rambling uncontrollably, feeling the anxiety creep up my throat and suffocate me.

   "Shut the fuck up!" he snapped harshly, grabbing my chin all of a sudden. "Y'know what successful assassins do, Scar? Hmm?" he asked, his tone seeming deadly calm as his nose brushed mine. "They kill people," he stated darkly, his grip on my chin tightening, making me whimper.

   "I can't do it Harry," I whispered.

   "Yes you can," he growled, letting go of my chin before wrapping his fingers around my neck. My eyes widened all of a sudden, feeling tears pricking my eyes as I inhaled sharply. "We're going to sneak in quietly and slit their throats. Come on, Scar. It'll be a piece of cake," he snickered maliciously.

   "No, Harry," I whimpered, squeezing my eyes shut as he squeezed my neck all of a sudden. It didn't really hurt but I was just shocked with what was happening right now.

   "Don't fucking disobey me! Listen to me or you'll get hurt!" and with that he let go abruptly, and got out of the car.

  I was gasping for breath, tears streaming down my cheeks as I cried softly. I rubbed the skin of my neck gently as my mind once again, got clouded with confusing thoughts. How could he be like this? He can be so caring and gentle yet so cruel and sinister and absolutely brutal. What bothered me the most was the amount of times he told me he'd protect me and never hurt me, yet he almost chokes me, shoves me to the ground whenever he's annoyed, and slaps my cheek and my fucking butt whenever I disobey him.

  I was startled when Harry swung open the car door and literally dragged me out. The car was parked near a tree, hidden away from sight, right in front of the dealer's house. Harry pushed my body against the tree trunk, pinning me against it as he stared at me intensely.

   "Here," he said gruffly, holding up a knife for me to use. I grabbed it shakily, before he brought up a pistol, loading it before he handed it to me. I reached out to take it but he pulled it away abruptly, staring at me cautiously. "Only use it when you really need it. Got it?" he cocked an eyebrow and I nodded obediently. "And don't fucking die," was all he said before he started walking away towards the house.

  I quickly tucked the gun into the band of my jeans around the back before I ran after him. We moved swiftly and slowly around the outside of the house. We hid in the bushes for a few minutes, Harry explaining to me what the plan was, while I listened attentively, trying not to let my nerves swallow me up.

   "Kill everyone at sight," he said firmly.

   "What if I see a child?" I asked dumbfounded.

   "What part of kill everyone at sight, do you not understand?" he snapped.

   "Don't be so barbaric!" I scowled at him; he simply smirked in return.

   "Don't be a pussy," he shot back. "Kids are easier to kill."

   "You are so fucking-"

   "Jesus Scarlett I was only joking! Don't take everything I say so seriously," he rolled his eyes at me before looking back at the house. "Okay we leave in a minute," he informed me and I nodded, trying to calm myself down. "Ready?" he questioned and I bobbed my head in reply.

   "Yes."

   "Don't I get a good luck kiss?" he smirked at me while I glared at him with bright cheeks. Bipolar much? He leant in to kiss me, his lips hitting my cheek when I turned my head to the side. He growled against my skin, grasping my chin firmly and tugging my face towards his. He gave me a short hard peck before he pulled back with a smirk. "I'll see you in the living room," was all he said before he left.

  I sighed deeply, standing up from my crouched position and sneaking over to the back of the house. I was supposed to go through the backdoor and take out anyone I see from there, while Harry cleaned out the top and we were both supposed to end up in the living room at the end. Harry had already planned this all out; he strangely knew where everyone in the house would be at this specific time.

  My fingers wrapped around the door handle, pushing it downwards before pushing my shoulder against the door. Just as I walked in I pulled out my tranquilizer gun I had tucked into the back of my jeans along with my gun. Surprised faces looked up at me, noticing the gun in my hands, immediately scrabbling for their own but it was too late. My arms moved swiftly, my finger pulled the trigger trice, the darts hitting the side of the neck of all the victims. I wasn't going to kill anyone today; I was just going to knock them out.

  Holding my hand-sized tranquilizer gun in my hands, I cautiously walked out of the kitchen, sticking to the walls as I moved quietly across the hallway. There were a couple of rooms to check out before the living room. One of them were empty, thankfully, the other one had a couple in it. I could hear their loud moans and honestly I was way too uncomfortable with barging in and knocking them out. But I had to.

  Flinging the door open, I extended my arm, pulling the trigger twice at the surprised naked couple. The darts sunk into their bodies, the liquid flowing into their veins as their eyes drooped and their bodies slumped. I cringed as I glanced at them one more time, before pulling the door, shutting it silently. I moved forwards. My eyes darting to every corner of the house as I did so.

  I could hear voices coming out of the living room, a lot them. I could make out about four or five men in the room from the voices I head. Harry hadn't still come down; I was standing in the hallway waiting for him since I had already cleaned out the bottom half of the house except for the living room. I pulled out my Rambo knife and tucked my tranquilizer gun away safely, thinking Harry would believe me if I had a knife in my ha-

   "Who the fuck are you?" A deep accented voice spoke up from behind me. My whole body tensed up and my blood froze, my breath hitching in my throat as I slowly turned around, coming face to face with a tall muscular man.

  He stared at me in confusion before he allowed his eyes to rake down my body. Everything I was wearing was black and skin-fit, making my slender body stand out. I was literally paralyzed as he stepped forwards, grabbing my wrist roughly before tugging me down the hallway. He pushed my body against the wall harshly, attaching his lips to mine all of a sudden.

  A strangled gasp left my lips when his teeth sunk into my bottom lip, causing me to snap. My hands pushed against his chest, shoving him backwards. He gazed at me in surprise before his brows lowered. He parted his lips to say something before my fist flung up to strike his jaw. His head whipped to the side sharply, due to the force of the punch.

  His arm came up to hit me, but my left arm rose up to block him, defending me from his strike. Before he could respond to the block, my right arm snapped up, heel of my hand pointing upwards as it struck him right under his chin. His head whipped towards the ceiling abruptly from the force of the strike. Once my arm came down, his head hung low before his feet gave away and he tumbled to the floor.

   "Damn, Scar." A voice whispered, making my eyes snap towards it, softening when I realized it was just Harry. My irises widened slightly when I noticed the blood dripping from Harry's knife, my stomach lurching from the sight of it. "Let's go," Harry snapped me back to reality.

  We carefully made our way towards the living room, Harry motioned for me to pull out my gun and I did so. Harry signaled for me to wait while he checked out the inside of the living room from his hiding spot.

   "There are five men in there, all of them sitting by the TV. This won't be that hard as some of them are already high, they won't see us coming. I'll take out three of them; you take out two. Got it?" he arched an eyebrow questioningly while I just stared at him.

   "Harry I-"

   "No excuses Scarlett. You will fucking kill them. Now are you ready?" he asked me, and this time I nodded, even though I wasn't ready.

  We barged into the living room, holding our guns up. The five men sat on the sofa and on chairs in the living room, seeming to be snorting cocaine before we barged in. I snapped my gaze to Harry, watching in shock and slight amazement as he extended his arm. I could see the muscles contracting in his bicep as he pulled the trigger trice, striking down two men, one right after the other. Three bodies dropped to the floor, all with bullet wounds in the middle of their foreheads. Harry finally turned to look at me, before his face contorted in confusion when he saw me staring at him.

   "Scarlett! What the fuck are you doing?" he yelled, before another shot rang through the air. Except it wasn't from my gun nor his.

  We immediately ducked down, keeping our guns up, and ourselves alert. The other two men, whom I failed to shoot, as I was busy gawking at Harry, had taken their time to grab their own guns and were now firing at us. They were on one side of the living room, hiding behind a large table, which they had set up as a blockade. While we used the sofa as our barrier, coincidentally everyone's guns except mine ran out, and while they were busy loading we were already advancing.

   "Use your fucking gun," Harry whispered harshly. "You go from one side while I go from the other," he told me, indicating that we both approach the men from either side of the blockade.

  While the men were still loading, thinking that we were doing the same, we moved quietly and stealthily, like panthers. Harry moved quicker than me, he caught the man on his side by surprise, swinging his knife at the guy but he missed. They were fighting as I held up my gun at the other man.

  He stared at me in slight confusion as I tried my hardest to contemplate on whether I should shoot this man or not. Of course not Scarlett, you may have been a criminal be you were certainly not a killer, my subconscious reminded me. But by the time I made my decision, my gun was knocked out of my hand and in the hands of them man who should've been dead by now.

  A sinister smirk grew on his lips, as he held up the gun, pointing it at me. My breath hitched in my throat when I heard the metal click. I ducked down just in time as he pulled the trigger, the bullet hit a photo frame behind me, the glass shattering as I dove forward and tried to knock him out. Unfortunately he was way too large, he easily shoved me to the side, making me stumble and fall onto the coffee table, where all the cocaine was, which broke down due to my weight and the force.

  He towered over me, holding the gun once again in his hands, cocking the gun directly towards my head. I swallowed thickly, trying to move but the impact of the shove he gave me was so powerful, my whole body was aching from hitting that damn coffee table. Just as he was about to pull the trigger, my eyebrows shot up when Harry climbed onto him from behind, wrapped his hands around the man's head. I gasped loudly when Harry twisted the man's head sharply, creating a sickly loud 'crack' noise before the body slumped to the floor.

   "Holy fuck," I breathed, staring at the dead man on the floor before my eyes snapped back to Harry's figure, who was wiping blood off his face.

   My eyes widened when he pulled a gun out, it looked familiar. "A tranquilizer gun huh?" he questioned, holding up my gun, which must've dropped while I was moving. Fuck.

   "Harry I-I can explain."

   "Save it," he waved me off, giving me a look of disappointment. "Wait till Vlad hears all about this."

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-Well then, Harry's back to himself. But I assure you, he won't be like this when he realises his true feelings for Scarlett 😊

-question: do y'all hate Harry as a character? Like completely hate him so far in this story?

-I wouldn't use hate, cuz it's a strong word. But yeah I too would dislike Harry by this point. But if I were you I'd wait and see what happens, because you gotta give his character some time and watch him develop. I promise you, he'll realize and regret a lot of things later on.

Remember, there's a reason I make him like this.

Until we meet again...

~T