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Harry's perspective.

I climb out of my car, locking it behind me and start striding towards the back entrance of the warehouse. King called for a meeting so we all have to be here. I don't like leaving Lexi on her own after what happened with the break-in although I know I can check the cameras that now surround the house, I still feel uneasy about it.

"Harry!" I turn around to see Niall and Louis walking towards me, they must have come together.

"Happy birthday asshole." I wish Niall.

"Aw, you remembered! How cute of you Styles." Niall jokes back, I just roll my eyes at his response.

I give Louis an acknowledging look to greet him, "We still on for later?" Louis asks Niall, all of us now walking towards the warehouse.

"Obviously!" Niall exclaims, opening the door with his back and holding it open for Louis and I to enter.

"Do we really have to go to lazer tag Ni?" Louis grumbles, obviously not a fan of Niall's decision.

"It's my birthday, we are going to lazer tag." I guess that's the end of that. Lazer tag it is. All three of us walk behind each other as we walk up the stairs. All of Kings shit is on the top floor, he must have about five different rooms, I've only been in three. I've always wondered what is in the other two.

All three of us walk into the meeting room. King is sat on the far end of the very long table. On Kings right is Anthony, Angela's husband. He's a good guy, middle aged, kind eyes. He does all of the money shit, counting it, hiding it in bank accounts that are disguised, that kind of shit. He used to be where King is now, but he stepped down a few years back. Across from him in one of the other leaders, Jaxon. I don't think there is a part of his body that isn't tattooed, even his face is covered. He doesn't talk much; he organises all of the illegal weapon trade. He is quiet but you can tell he is smart, he knows what he's doing.

Around twenty people could sit at this table, King likes to be extra which is clear with the house that he owns. The warehouse from the outside isn't anything special, King wanted something that wasn't obvious. Everyone in the compound knows what King does, they are all a part of the gang so obviously they know it isn't clean stuff but King still likes to be discrete.

"Sit." King instructs, his hands clamped together in front of him.

Niall leaves a seat in between him and Jaxon, Louis sits across from Niall and I sit next to Niall. Just when I open my mouth to say something, I hear another seat scrape against the floor. I turn to see Zayn taking a seat a few seats down from Louis. Zayn doesn't acknowledge us, he just stares at King, waiting for him to begin speaking.

King starts going on about numbers of men that he has recently recruited, I don't know where he is getting them all from. Selling drugs or beating the living shit out of people aren't the most wanted occupations. I mean, there are loads of people who do it for the money, I just have a bad feeling with the situation, it just doesn't feel right.

Jaxon states something about how he has a new shipment coming in within the next week, Anthony stays silent while making notes. Jaxon and King go back and forth for a while, all of us sitting back and listening.

"Any questions?" King asks, breaking me from my day dream. Here we go...

"Did you look into what I asked you to?" I ask King, tucking a piece of my hair behind my ear.

"H, he was just trying to make you paranoid." I asked him to look into the fact that someone could be on the inside, clearly, he hasn't done that. I need to try and keep my anger at bay.

"But what if he was telling the truth? They were men from Mendacious, everything else that he said sounded right. They came for us because of the bombing shit." I sit up straighter in my seat, only looking at King when I talk. This is his fault.

"Why are you so pissy about this? Is it to do with that Alexa getting a small hit here and there—"

"She was a lot more hurt than that King." I interrupt, I start clicking my fingers to calm myself.

"Are you catching feelings for her Styles?" He taunts with a smile on his face.

"No—"

"Because you know that the only reason we get these girls is to serve you. They aren't there for you to catch feelings like a thirteen-year-old boy. You know what happened with Ryder, said he loved the bitch so we moved her away. Love makes you weak, we don't need that shit when we are trying to run a fucking gang!" He says moved like he didn't kill the girl. Ryder was never the same after that. This is why we have to keep our relationships secret, Niall and Cara, Louis and Margot, Lexi and I, no one can know. We can be flirty and shit like that because King says we can sleep with them but we can't get feelings for them.

It's fucked up.

"What was that, the other night, when Alexa slapped you?" Zayn chirps in, of course the first thing the dick has said is to try and out us.

"I pissed her off. She slapped me. End of story." I state, trying to sound bored. I still stay looking at King, I might strangle Zayn if I look at him.

"Looked like there was something else—"

"Okay, enough of that shit. I need to leave in—" King scolds, looking at his Rolex for the time. "Five minutes. Any other questions that aren't stupid?"

"What's happening with the men we made the deal with at the club last week?" Niall speaks up, obviously trying to change the subject. Guess I'm actually going to have to make effort later in laser tag.

"They went through their initiation; they have the tattoos to prove that they are part of Aggrandize now. They are living in the compound and started their jobs yesterday." King explains, slowly standing as he scrolls through his phone at the same time. "That's all. I have shit to do. And Harry, don't piss me off again." King warns, staring at me for a few seconds before leaving.

I am going to kill Zayn one of these days.

**********

Alexa's perspective.

*PLAY SONG NOW PRETTY PLEASE*

"I think we should do girls versus boys." Zendaya suggests. We are trying to decide who should be on what team.

"If you want to lose, then we could do that." Niall shrugs his shoulders, taunting and teasing Zendaya.

"There's four of us and only three of you, you're going down Irish Princess!" Cara yells. We're all very competitive, who knows how this will turn out.

We all enter together, it's an old house turned into a lazer tag setting. One of the workers put all of our equipment on. A bulky chest piece that holds the points where others shoot you on your front and on your back. The points where you shoot are lit up, each team a different colour so you know whether it is your team member or not. Pink for the girls, green for the guys. There is a large gun in a holster that is obviously used to shoot. There is a small square screen on your gun that shows the score and which team is winning.

Louis starts complaining that his chest piece is too big for him, he gets ignored by everyone, the lady starts rambling on about the rules that obviously none of us will follow, Harry nudges my shoulder with his. "You ready to lose?" He whispers, acting like he's listening to the lady in front of us.

"You're funny Harold." I smirk.

Once the rules have been explained which none of us acknowledged, she lines each team up at two different doors so that we are standing in parallel lines a few meters away from the boys. I am standing at the front of the line, gun ready in my hand. I turn to look at the boys and notice Harry is already looking at me. The screen above the door starts to count down from three to notify when the game starts. Harry gives me a wink as the clock turns to zero, the doors automatically opening.

And let the games begin.

I've been reading too much Hunger Games...

I run through the door, stopping as soon as I have entered the playing field. Everything is open, it's one massive room filled with walls that make it look like a maze. All the walls are painted black, the lights are all turned off except for luminescent lights. There are luminescent drawings everywhere, on the walls, on the floor, on the shields that are splayed everywhere to help with blocking people from shooting you. There is music playing in the background so it's not dead silent. This is going to be harder than I thought.

My chest piece vibrates, a small ding sounding from the speakers in the fake gun. Some one shot me. "Sorry Alexa!" Niall yells from behind one of the barriers.

I come back to reality, crouching down as I run for cover behind a barrier. All of the girls are nowhere to be seen. I can feel the thrill of competition running through me, we have to win.

I hear Cara squeal not too far from me and the small chime to indicate she has been shot. I look at the screen on the gun, the score is two to nothing to the boys. Whoever gets to thirty first, wins.

I creep up, looking around to make sure no one is around me. I start making my way through one of the maze tunnels, trying not to make a lot of noise with my steps. I stop when I notice the figure of a person. Green. I lift my gun and shoot the person who I haven't identified yet. I turn back around and hide behind a wall so whoever it is can't see me.

"Who the fuck just shot me!" It was Niall. I hold my hand over my mouth to muffle my laughter. I look at the screen and see that the score is ten to twelve, the girls are winning now.

Niall runs in the opposite direction. I start walking carefully through the maze, peeking around every corner cautiously. This place feels like it is never ending.

I turn a corner, slamming into someone who was running from that direction. I stumble backwards and lift my gun, ready to shoot until I see Pink.

"Cara! Scared me..." I sigh in relief, dropping my gun into the holster.

"It's bad out there Lex, the boys have a full strategy. They keep cornering me like a fucking sheep. We must destroy them!" She whisper-yells at me in full seriousness. She's acting like we are actually in war and I can't help but laugh.

My laughing stops when both Cara and I's guns chime. I turn around to see Louis running around the corner through the maze. I look at Cara who looks like she is going to burst with anger.

"You motherfucker!" She screams, running in the direction that Louis escaped.

I stalk through the maze, gun ready in my hand. Peaking around a corner before I turn it, I notice the long locks of none other than Harry. This is my chance. I stalk up to him, leaving some space so that I can escape once I have shot him. I stand with half of my body behind a giant can, lifting my gun and shooting, hiding my body behind the can before he can turn around. I hear his gun chime.

He whispers 'fuck' under his breath and I think it goes straight to my lower stomach. Why is everything he does, hot?

I stay silent, focusing on whether I can hear him or not. When I have given it enough time, I stand up from behind the can thinking I'm safe. Harry is standing behind the can with his arms crossed, an amused look on his face. I turn to run away but his arm wraps around my waist, turning me around and pushing me so my back hits the wall. His hand wraps around my throat, holding me against the wall.

"That wasn't very nice of you baby." He whispers, looking from my eyes to my lips and then back to my eyes.

"Guess I'll have to make it up to you."

"I have an idea." He suggests, his hand leaving my throat. His face leans forward slowly, my chest raising up and down.

His lips about to meet mine when my chest piece vibrates and my gun chimes.

I open my eyes to meet Harry's. His eyebrow is raised, a closed lipped smile on his face. He turns on his heels and walks in the opposite direction. In shock, I glance down at the screen on my gun.

29-30.

The asshole just tricked me.

The boys won.

Authors note:

Kinda obsessed with this chapter so I hope you liked it.

Can't believe we are already passed half way through Liberosis. I'll warn you when we are near the end, don't worry.

Me after watching the DWD teaser:

Anyways, that's all for now.

I love you all so damn much. *virtual cuddle*

See you in the next one!

~Jess💜