Chapter 19:
(Harry's P.O.V.)


The soft morning sun illuminated the inside of our fort, brightening up Paris's face. Her cute little noise wiggled as she shifted in her sleep. I still held her fragile frame, tightly in my arms. The fruity smell of her hair filled my nose as my head rested on top of her shoulder. Warmth radiated off her body, keeping me cozy and comfortable without the blankets. And I honestly could sit here for days. I love the way she fit in my arms, and allowed me to get close to her.

So many people these days feared me. My own gang members would test my patience and be fearful of my reaction. As if I was a ticking time bomb that goes off every few minutes. But I'll tell you, I have self-control. I know when to stop myself and not to bite off more than I can chew. Yet sometimes it seems like I can't do anything right, I'm always doing something wrong.

And sometimes I worry. I'm fearful for the day when Paris wakes up. We're in a gang, and everything's not going to be all normal and easy. There are things I face everyday that would scare the living hell out of her. Hell, they still scare me. And one day she's going to realize we are all monsters. All monsters are human. And so many monsters consume our thoughts and take over actions, leaving us with at the bottom.

"Mhm." Paris moaned in her sleep, trying to slip away from my tight grasp.

She batted her eyes lashes and slowly started to wake up, ending my time to cuddle. "Good morning." I smiled and started the back away.

"Morning." Paris mumbled. "What time is it?" She rubbed sleep from her eyes and sat up. Looking around.

"About 11:30." looked down at my phone.

"Oh." Paris sat and just ran her finger through her hair.

"Shit." I cursed at the message on my phone.

"What?" Paris grew concerned.

"Nothing. I just have to go." I started gather my things and left the fort.

As much as I didn't want to leave her, I had to. There were rumors going around about some surprise encounter that was supposed to come at us. Dangerous guys with weapons near our building was not an option.

"Niall. Get everything ready, there is a shit load of things going down now. Lou will get everyone dressed and ready but I need Zayn to help train the girls, they're key tonight." I demanded through the phone.
After send out a few texts to everyone I closed myself off in my room. Planning is key, and I need everything to go smoothly and in order for that to happen, I need all the time to prepare. If even one thug was off someone could get in serious trouble.

Two hours later and I surfaced. Everyone had gathered in the cafeteria like I had told. Each member was dressed in a specific outfit I had chosen. Girls were in short shorts and some sort if crop top. They needed to get attention from the guys, but couldn't look to slutty.

"Alright, listen the fuck up." I shouted and stood on a table. "We have a very important job tonight. We are going to Icon, and there's been word that shit is going down between Blood and Crips." I started off.

"It's going to be a war blood bath. Word on the street, there is a huge drug cartel going on. And they're trying to set us up." Niall added.

"Each one of you has a key role. Girls, to put it into pleasant words, you will be 'distracting' the guys." Lou spoke up.

"You will be armed and watched no mater what so you will be safe." Niall insisted.

"I need to get some shit from the Bloods, you have to keep the Crips 'occupied'. All of you know what to do except Paris, so you will be coming with Zayn and I. The rest of you go and practice your assignments." Luckily for me, I get to train Paris. But that also has it's bad side, she gets to see first hand how fucked up I am.

"Wait, what do you mean by 'occupy'?" Paris had a look of fear.

I motioned for Zayn to answer, I didn't want her to hear those words coming out of my mouth. He caught on which was good, considering he had a girlfriend who knew it all, it shouldn't be hard for him to voice.

"Oh my god." Paris's mouth hung wide open, her hands trying to cover it.

I nearly chuckled at her complete shock, but that would have been completely inappropriate, so I decided against it and continued walking. Zayn was going to teach her the basics while I would take her in after and show her how to shoot a gun. Although I knew she has good aim, from that one night, I still needed to teach her some tips and skills.

Excusing myself from the dreaded room, I started to gather up some guns and knives that would suit Paris. There is no way in fucking hell I was going to watch Zayn teach Paris how to spin and dance around a pole.

"I feel so dirty." Paris crossed her arms to cover herself after walking out of her training room.

I had no words, no response, for one of the first times in my life. I didn't have a comeback that wouldn't make me look like an asshole, or some comforting shit to make the situation look less bad.

"Um, eh. Now you're going to learn how to shoot. I know you already can, but you are getting a different gun this time." I took Paris cold little hands in my large ones and guided her to a hidden stairwell, bringing us to our shooting range.

A small grin formed on my face when I watched Paris's eyes light up and take everything in. Even Zayn had a smile on after watching her.

"This will be awkward for a minute, but you'll want these later." Zayn tossed me the straps, and we both got down on our knees. "Just roll up your shorts bottoms for a minute." Zayn asked for me so I could strap a smile knife onto Paris's thigh.

"Sorry about this. But you will also have a gun in your purse and another knife in your shirt." Zayn slipped the covered blade in the sewn pouch on the inside if her shirt. Thankfully it was on the back of her shirt.

Later on, I taught Paris how to aim and shoot under pressure. As well as intimidating your target. Like if she had a gun and were in a position where she was getting information from someone tied up. Which very well could be tonight. You wouldn't want to hold a gun to their head and force them to talk, because they know that if you really wanted information, you wouldn't be threatening to kill them. A gun to the balls works wonders.

Overall she took things pretty well. She didn't question things or push for more information. And I silently thank her for that, because i wouldn't know how to answer things.

Soon enough it was time to head out, everyone knew where they were headed, and what was to go down. Paris knew all the information she needed, and nothing more. Everyone was properly dressed and armed. Everyone was in there designated cars leaving at each given time.

"Aye, you guys ready?" I called out to the last few guys; Niall, Liam, Zayn, Louis and I.

"Yeah, let's get this shit over with." Louis grumbled and slid into the back seat.

"Time to go fuck shit up." Zayn agreed as we drove off.

Paris's P.O.V.

"One last time girls, Paris and Cruz, you two will be up on stage first. Do the first routine that you learned from Zayn today. Casper and I will be on the wings for the first segment and then serving drinks for Paris's show." Lou went over our jobs one more time as we drove to Icon in Zayn's car.

"Don't be shy or scared, there are people everywhere that are on our side. If you need help just take two fingers and tap your opposite wrist, that's the signal and they will get you out of there." Casper added.
"Bailey and her friend, Dani, are there right now. They actually know what they are doing so they are starting us off. They will try to attract the two leaders first, and then move on to bystanders so nothing seems out of the ordinary." Lou finished up.

"Remember, don't say shit about shit. And if you get anything out if them, it better be about the drugs or later missions." Casper ended the conversation.

"Now let's get this fucking thing over with." Cruz took a deep breathe and took the first step out of the car and towards the club.

All of us followed behind, strutting in our high heels. We accessed the back door with no problem, leading us right into the dressing rooms. Half naked showgirls pranced around backstage, worrying about how their make up will smudge or that some guy didn't pay well. Like shut the fuck up bitch, damn. We've got a lot more on our plates than you do, and your tone is annoying.

Just as we found our way to the wings, Bailey and Dani stumbled off stage. I nearly gagged at the site of them. Clothed in little to nothing, with knotted hair and wicked make up. "What happened to you two?" I still stood dumbfounded.

"They're a rough crowd tonight. But you'll make a lot." Bailey smirked and pulled a bag filled with cash out from behind her. "Be careful, and uh. Brake a leg." Bailey winked and grabbed the waitress outfit.

"Let's do this Paris." Cruz gripped my hands for a good luck squeeze. "Remember what Zayn taught you, and hell, don't hold back. Nobody here knows you, and the others no damn well not to judge or even look at you." Cruz smiled.

"And next up to the stage, working the poles, we have Lux and Nyx!" The announcer called out.

"That's us." Cruz shook her hands and feet out.

"Lux and Nyx?" I gave her a look.

"Day and night." She smiled and took her first step towards the stage.

It's now or never right?



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Notes

Update on the same day I get home! And I must say... DAMN Minnesota, why do you have to be so cold?! It's seems like it's been months since my week in the 85 degree temp in Mexico, not only this morning.

Anyway, I had an amazing trip! We stayed at this extremely luxurious place, like only the rich stay here. It was in this "group" or "club" and hey have like 20 huge infinity pools and shit you can use. Hey have a freaking mall the size of M. O. A. (Mall of American) I swear!!

But I hope you liked the chapter, I'll try to update soon cause I have many chapter written.

More comments, more chapters. And Javairia_Directioner Can't be the only one commenting.
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