Trigger warning: Violence. Please do not read if this topic makes you uncomfortable.

Songs to listen to while reading:

Need to Change – Landon Tewers (quiet an important song to the chapter)

Harry's perspective.

I'm pissed off.

I'm pissed off because King has called me in to the warehouse. I didn't even get to finish my bowl of fucking Cheerio's.

The warehouse has two floors with around five rooms on each floor. King has his own office where he keeps his personal drugs and weapons while the other rooms are used for storing shit or for torturing people.

I walk into the warehouse through the back door, walking down the corridor of the first floor until I reach the last door on the right. The smell of damp hits my nostrils instantly, I hate the smell. I enter the room, shoving the door open hard enough for it to hit the wall with a loud crack. The person tied to the chair in the middle of the room shoots their head up, making eye contact with me. I turn my head to the side to look at the camera, giving a nod to greet whoever is on duty to watch the interrogation.

They are always watching.

"Who—who are you?" The man stutters. He must be around middle aged; he has short, dark, greasy hair and a thick moustache. His body is built like a cop that likes to eat too many donuts.

I wonder if I would suit a moustache...

Not now Harry.

Let's have some fun, shall we?

"That doesn't matter. What matters is that I'm going to ask you some questions and you are going to answer them correctly." I demand, taking slow and casual steps over to the table that has all of the torturing tools on. We don't kill the men unless King orders us to, we only torture them until we think they can't take any more. Then King does god knows what with them, we just get told what to do and that's the end of it.

"I don't—I don't know anything! Please! Just let me go!"

I give a close-lipped smile and shake my head slowly, "That's not going to happen mate..." I take a breath through my teeth.

His hands are tied behind his back but I can still see that his body is trembling from where I am standing. He's part of Mendacious, I thought their men were a lot tougher than this, it doesn't matter to me, it makes my job easier to get done.

King is already pissed at me for fucking up the Vegas job, but that wasn't entirely my fault. All four of us met up at the meeting spot that we were supposed to which was at an abandoned school that was miles away from anyone. The girls stayed back in the hotel with one of the body guards while the other one was with us. Once we all got there, we realised that the buyers were people from Mendacious which we all noticed was strange from the start but we didn't say anything about it. Zayn, out of nowhere, started being all pissy and shot one of their men in the leg for no reason. It was really weird, seemed like Zayn was mad at the guy for no reason but I guess that's just Zayn.

Fucking asshole that guy.

Anyways, that caused a whole shootout to start, luckily none of us got shot but I can't say the same about the men from Mendacious. We killed three of their men that day and didn't get the money for the drugs so King was beyond pissed at us.

It's not our normal jobs to deal the drugs but King is desperate at the moment. He's been losing loads of men but he won't tell us why. Maybe if he actually got the right men to do the jobs, then it wouldn't all go to shit but that's just my opinion.

My mind zones back in to the man tied up in front of me, he's going on about making a deal or some shit but that's not going to happen. I need to get these answers from him.

"Why does Mendacious want to buy drugs from King when they could get drugs from anywhere else?" I ask lightly, walking in circles around the chair with my hands held behind my back. I always start 'questioning' jobs off by being calm, if that doesn't work then I have to go to my dark place. The place where I lose all of my moral standards, although I don't have many to begin with.

"Fuck you!" The man spits.

Well, that was rude.

I walk up to the man so that I am now standing right in front of him, "Uhm... okay then. Listen up whatever the fuck your name is, I'm going to ask one more time—" I start explaining still in a calm manner, using my arms as a gesture as I speak.

I hear a spitting sound causing my arms to stop moving mid-air. My eyes drag down to my chest, my suspicions were correct. This mother fucker just spat on me.

I chuckle briefly, smiling and shaking my head as I stare at my chest, "Wrong move asshole."

All the humour leaves my expression, I shut my eyes and lean my head backwards. I take a slow breath and think about my mum, I think about my dad, I think about drugs and I think about the kids at school. I think about all of the things that have changed me. I think about everything that has ever made me angry. And that's all it takes for me to trigger my inner switch. I switch into a dark person, someone who focuses on all of the rage that bubbles inside of them and uses it for bad.

I stride over to the table that has all of the tools on and grab the first thing I can see, a scalpel. My face stays emotionless as I walk back to the front of the man and kneel down with my elbows resting on my knees, "I was in a shitty mood before I got here and you've just made it worse..." I spit at him.

A shitty mood is an understatement, Lexi has been avoiding me ever since Vegas. She didn't even sit next to me on the private jet on the way back, she sat with Cara. I don't know if I did something wrong and I don't know why I'm so annoyed that she won't speak to me. I hope I didn't make her feel uncomfortable, I don't want her to think I'm like Liam.

My eyes flicker to the scalpel that I toy with in my left hand, "How's Alexa doing?"

My heart stops in my chest and my body completely freezes for half a second, like how when it's raining and a car goes under a bridge causing a moment of silence before the chaos starts again. "What did you just say?" I ask, trying not to sound as shaken up as I feel. How the fuck do they know about Lexi?

A smirk stretches onto his face, "We know a lot of things Harry. Heard she's a real beaut, we've all been fighting over who's going to get a go at her first." I ignore the fact that he knows my name, nausea spreads through my body like a drop of water on a tissue. Him being scared was all an act.

"Don't talk about her like that!" My voice raises.

"You don't realise how much we know, just wait till I get my hands on her—"

His speech is cut short, probably because I just sliced his throat open. The blood pours out of the deep cut, he struggles as he tries to move his arms, probably to try and hold his throat to try and stop the blood from flowing out of his body. The cut is too deep, he'll be dead within a few minutes. His mouth gapes open like a goldfish as he desperately tries to gasp for air but the fact that his wind pipe has been cut open, it isn't going to help him anytime soon.

This is what happens to me when I turn into this dark version of myself, I black out and make rational decisions but I can't seem to care about them until hours later when I've calmed down.

I can only hurt or kill people when I'm like this.

Coming back to reality, I realise what I've done. We aren't supposed to kill the men, shit.

The door of the room I'm in slams open, I can't tear my eyes away from the pool of blood that inches closer and closer towards my feet. I think about how all this blood was flowing through this man's veins only minutes ago.

"What the hell happened, H!" A voice behind me yells. It's King, the person watching on the cameras must have told him what happened.

King steps in front of me, into the puddle of blood so that he is blocking my view of the blood, I blink slowly and focus on King's eyes. "What are you doing!" He shouts, spit flying from his mouth causing a small droplet to fall onto my chin. I lift my hand and swipe the spit away with my thumb, gross.

I continue to stay silent, "You've fucked it up again Harry, first Vegas and now this shit!" He gestures towards the dead body.

King starts pacing in front of me muttering curses. Before I have a chance to react, he strides up to me and slams his fist across the side of my jaw. He isn't big but King has a mean punch. My head falls sideways from the hit, my body following which causes me to drop to the floor so that I am now kneeling. The feeling of my head becoming light headed from just the one hit stops me from defending myself. King pulls out the gun from the back of his pants, hitting me with force with the handle of the gun on my temple. My body turns limp, falling sideways, causing my head to slam against the floor.

My vision begins to tunnel before turning to black. Losing consciousness seconds later.

Authors note:

Some exciting stuff coming up in the next chapter ;) that's all i'm going to say about that.

How's everyone doing after the new H*livia pictures? Yeah, i'm not doing well either.

I have a Liberosis spotify playlist if you were interested:
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*cuddles for every single one of you because I love you wholeheartedly*

See you in the next one!

~Jess💜