I watched Harry's agony just for a few moments as his lean body flailed with every abrupt swerve and sharp turn of the Ferrari he was clinging onto while the men driving laughed at his expense.

"Do something!" His shriek faded off as they zipped past me to go around the parking lot again.

I slowly raised my Nokia phone to take blurry pictures.

"Not that! And what the fuck even is that dinosaur-!" Harry's shout cracked into another frail, high pitched scream before I lowered my phone, tucking it back into my pocket before stepping out into the street.

The car was coming at me full speed, the two tan men driving the Ferrari laughing together before spotting me and cursing in Spanish with wide eyes before the driver hit the brakes, the sound of tires screeching harshly against the uneven concrete.

Smoke surrounded me, dispersing slowly as Harry's weak body slowly slid off the hood of the car with an exhausted sigh as he fell to the ground before I leaned forward and placed my palm over the vehicle, looking at the two frightened men inside.

"Salgan por favor." (Get out please.) I requested, knowing they could hear me from their rolled down windows before they swallowed, following my orders.

Once out the two brothers explained everything, how they were both dressed in black cause they had just left a friend's funeral and some arrogant "rich white boy" greeted them with a smile where they were standing, handing them the keys.

After telling the pair that Harry was with me they immediately backed off, ironically apologizing to me and only me while sending a passed out Harry one last glare before they both sauntered off.

A few moments passed before I heard Harry groan at my feet, his forearm covering his eyes.

"They gone?" He murmured in a low voice.

"Yeah, they won't touch you if they know you're with me, I'm their landlady." I explained, watching the two guys Omar and Edgar glare at the spot Harry lay on across the parking lot.

"Ha! That's right! You two better run! I'm with her!" Harry shot up from the ground with newfound strength, as if nothing never happened as he bounced around, making sure to hold me near him and point at me as if I were some sort of invincible shield.

"Hey Harry, where did you leave the bat?" I asked, hearing him let out a timid "um" by my side before we watched Omar grab a bat off the ground near him, the two brother exchanging grins before approaching us.

"Fuck, get in, get in." Harry was the one to take the lead as he grabbed my wrist, opening the passenger door to his car and putting me in first before sliding across the hood to go to his side as he got in the driver's side, trying to start the car.

Key word trying.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckffffffffffuuuuckkkkkk!" Harry spazzed, hitting the steering wheel in desperation and turning the key repeatedly for the engine to release a small putt putt sound as I leaned my elbow on the car door, calmly watching him.

"You're so extra." I told him.

"Yeah, comes with the extra money in my pockets sweetheart." He countered, turning to look at me before something heavy crashed against the hood of his Ferrari, making him curl his legs up in his leather seat, shrieking as Omar and Edgar beat up and trashed the vehicle we were in with the bat.

"Where'd he even get that folded chair!" Harry snapped, gesturing to Edgar who was slamming a folded metal chair around over the shaking car that rocked with every hit.

"I don't know." I shrugged.

By the time Omar and Edgar left, leaving the bat and chair on the ground next to a dented, unrecognizable orange Ferrari Harry was still curled in his seat with his hands over his face.

"They gone?" He swallowed.

"Yup."

"How bad is it?" His voice was filled with dread.

I looked at all the dents, scratches, and then at the cracked windows.

"Not bad." I lied.

"Phew, thank god, I swear this was my third Ferrari this month that I damaged and- you are such a liar!" Harry yelled at me in horror, paling when he removed his hands from his eyes and saw the damage while I grinned.

"Daddy's so sorry baby, I promise I'll fix you up, daddy's got you." Harry cooed to his car, hugging the bent hood of it, arms spread flat across it with his cheek pressed against the metal once we got out while I patiently waited for him.

"Your car looks like shit-"

"Shut up!" He didn't even look at me, just pointed at me before continuing to apologize and show an uncomfortable amount of PDA to his car while I shifted my weight on one foot.

"I'll call a friend to help pick it up, he has a tow truck and he'll bring it to the shop, I'll work and fix it." I stated under my breath, distracted as I tried to text my friend with my Nokia, having to repeatedly press the buttons to get the letter I wanted.

Harry slowly turned his head to send me a wry look with narrowed eyes.

"What, so you're like a landlady and a mechanic...." He trailed off.

"No, my dad owns the car shop but it's a hobby of mine to fix things. I do it on the side." I further explained, getting a text that the tow truck will be here in five before I sent a quick thanks through the small device, tucking it back in my pocket.

"Huh, so you're actually going to fix my baby?" Harry straightened, getting off his beat up car as we both looked at the crumpled thing.

"Yeah, just not for free. I want payment on the spot."

"Sure, bend over my hood and spread your legs for me-"

I pinched his nipple with a smirk, making him reel back with a yelp as he swatted my hand away.

"Jesus woman." He breathed, rubbing the sore nip.

"Not my fault your nipples look like pebbles sticking out through your thin wiggles shirt."

"Oh, I'm sorry I totally forgot you're not wearing your fur coat, you must be off duty right now." Harry tsked, mocking a sympathetic look.

"Just tell me how much you'd pay to fix that piece of scrap." I said, nodding over at his car.

"Whatever you want, I don't care. Heck, you can even have whatever's on me." He said in a carefree tone, running a hand through his brown hair, pushing it up as I raised my brow at him.

"Really?"

"Really. S'not like I have a lot though." He shrugged.

I narrowed my eyes at him, giving his body a once over.

My skeptical expression caught his attention before he sent me a deadpanned face, raising his arms with a sigh, bringing his hands behind his head and raising his brows expectantly at me.

I searched him, patting his sides then delving my hands into his pockets, finding the latest iPhone in one and his wallet in the other.

Opening the wallet out of curiosity, I watched in awe as credit card after platinum credit card unfolded, almost reaching my feet.

Harry simply grinned, looking past my shoulder with an arrogant smirk knowing I was staring at him.

Folding the wallet, I tucked it back into his pocket, straightening so our faces were only inches away as I felt his tattooed arms, surprised to find the muscle firm underneath my touch.

"Having fun?" Harry said, eyes on my face as he smirked.

My gaze then shifted to the item on his wrist.

"I like your watch." I claimed.

His smirk instantly dropped.

It was already getting dark when we were walking back to the bar, Harry sending me glares here and there as I admired the new gold Rolex watch on my wrist.

"You're the devil." He muttered.

"You're a little far ways from home, I'm your only protection." I snorted as we approached the closed entrance of the bar.

"Sh, do you hear that." Harry stopped me, placing his hand over my chest and actually curling his fingers over one boob as I casually pushed it away before we both leaned forward against the door, hearing hushed whispers and Polly's giggles through it.

"I don't know Ethan, I'm scared, what if it hurts?" Polly's apprehensive voice was heard.

"What if what hurts!- mph." I clamped my hand over Harry's mouth, his outraged expression not suppressed in the slightest as we listened.

"Maybe at first, but I promise it'll get better. It'll feel good even." Ethan's tender voice insisted.

"I've never... done this before..."

Harry screamed against my palm.

"Don't jump to conclusions." I hissed at him, trying to calm him down.

"I know you're a virgin, but I promise I'll go slow and stop whenever it hurts." Ethan assured.

My scream was muffled as Harry quickly clamped his own hand over my mouth.

"Okay, I'm down whenever and wherever so the location is up to you." Ethan's nonchalant voice said after a few moments.

"I think I know a place." Polly said and even I could tell she was smiling by the content sound of her voice.

I pried Harry's hand away from my mouth as he did the same to mine while we gaped at one another with wide eyes.

Oh my god, I mouthed.

They're gonna do it, Harry mouthed back in horror.

He wore this expression people usually made when they're screaming in terror, raised brows and terrified eyes only no sound was coming out of his mouth as I gave him a calm look.

"What the hell's taking those two so long." The door suddenly opened, causing Harry and I to quickly move to the side, the both of us pressing our backs flat against the building behind the door as Ethan and Polly came out, his arm slung around her shoulder, not spotting us as they walked to the side to look for us.

"I can't believe they're gonna fuck." Harry puffed out a breath of air.

"Well... they have been dating for a while-"

"But she's really gonna lose it to him! His muscles are huge who knows what else is big down there." Harry groaned with dread, rubbing his face.

I sent him a glance.

"You are straight right..." I checked, just out of pure curiosity.

"I am but every time I see you it makes me want to stay with the male gender only-"

"As the bottom. Poor baby boy bending over frequently." I gave his cheek a light, patronizing slap as he narrowed his eyes and moved his head away from my reach.

"Polly's going to be paralyzed in a wheelchair after they have sex, show some remorse." He scowled.

"How about you focus less on the damage of her anatomy and focus more on the fact that those two better use protection." I reminded him.

"They're grown adults, Ethan knows to put a condom on, he's a big boy." Harry dismissed as we headed inside, blinking when I didn't say anything causing him to stop and grab my arm.

"Tell me he knows to put a condom on."

"-Sometimes he forgets because he gets really into it-" I began, rubbing the back of my neck.

"So he's impregnated someone before?" Harry clarified with a stunned expression.

"Uh.... just.. just a few, they got abortions though-"

"What about pro-life." Harry furrowed his brows in offense.

"What about her body her choice." I countered.

We stared at one another for a moment.

"So you're really telling me that degenerate idiot might get my best friend pregnant just because he doesn't know how to wrap his fucking stick." He broke the silence by going back to the main subject.

"Hey, he's not bad." I quickly defended.

"Oh gods Polly's going to have a child who'll have a dead beat dad." Harry rubbed his face.

"If anything Ethan's the one who won't ever get to see his kid grow up since you and whoever lives in those hills will shield him away." I reminded him, crossing my arms over my chest.

"And for a reason too, the guy doesn't even know how to put a damn condom on! What if they have a boy, what's Ethan's advice gonna be, 'oh haha son, just whip it out and stick it in, no need for any precautions because who cares when it feels real good. Oh, BTW, that's how you were made too!'" Harry threw his hands up as I gave him a look.

"It's not like we can stop them from having sex. I don't like meddling." I pointed out.

"No," Harry said, leaning his forearm on the bar counter as I grabbed myself a beer, his mischievous green eyes meeting mine.

"We'll do something even better."