Harry's P.O.V.

As the officers continued to search our house, I nonchalantly took a step closer to my father.

"What the fuck are we going to do?" I hiss when no ones watching. I am literally fucking shaking. I will not and can not lose her. I will put down every single thing in my way to get to her.

"I took care of it." It takes me a second to process. What the fuck does that mean?!

I want nothing more than to take him and brake is fucking legs on the floor under my feet. But making a scene would make it worse for us.

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I twitch for three god damn hours. All I keep thinking about is if they find her. Would she rat me out for knowing? I wouldn't hate her if she did. Hell, I couldn't ever hate her. Would she still wish to see me outside; when she's free.

No, why the fuck would she? All you are is her source of comfort. You wouldn't mean anything to a girl like that out side of her walls.

My stomach dropped when I suddenly realized.

She could never be free.

I wouldn't let her.

I hate myself... fuck... I fucking can't stand it. But I know I'm too protective, obsessive and selfish to set her free. Because she would leave me, run off with that Niel. The though makes me bite my cheek so hard I taste a tinge of blood.

She wouldn't ever be his. Shes mine. All mine.

"OK, well we haven't found anything." The main officer comes back with his deputies behind him.

Holy shit.

"Hmm, thought so." My father chuckles. What..? Where the fuck did she go?? I whip my head around where Tyler had been standing and find an empty space.

Holy shit.

"Sorry for the trouble. We will be going now Mr. Styles, just please keep in mine we have another warrant saying you nor your son can leave town until further investigation." The head deputy is a good two feet taller but he cowers at us. As he should.

People knew their shit.

I don' waste any more time.

I turn and get the hell out of there. As soon as the door closes behind me I fucking run. I run down to her room. She had to be there. He wouldn't hurt her or take her out of the house.. too risky.

I bolt down the hall to her room.

Fucking..... No. God no!

The doors open. The locks removed. Handcuffs gone.

I rip through the room and flip the light on.

No....

A strange, growling shriek rips form my lungs as I find the empty room. I deliver a solid punch to the wood. Pain stings my knuckles but I'm not phased.

Running to the drawer I find her clothes gone. The bathroom completely empty which once held her toothbrush and hair brush and towels.

No, no, no. This can not be happening! I yell and curse at the ceiling as I place another hard kick to the wood dresser, it cracks up the side. My foot hurts like a bitch but I then continue to demolish the room that once held her.

She couldn't be gone. There's no fucking way...

Once done trashing I felt a strange emotion sneak up on me. My eyes started watering before I could stop it.

Fuck this! I wipe my eyes angrily but the damn burning of salt continues. I drop on my ass. and put my head in my hands.

I can't do this. I can't be without her.

Then it catches my eye...

The small, leather, photo album on the floor by the dresser. He must have dropped it.. I scurry over and pull it my chest, fighting the urge to open it. She would't want me to.

I hold it close and hurry from to my room. Shoving it under my mattress.

Someone it going to pay for taking her.

And I know just which fucker it's going to be.

Rage, hot and red, pumps through me.

All I can see as I make my way down to my fathers office is me beating his body to a lifeless pulp for taking her from me.

When I reach the wood doors I hear the two talking. I bring back a leg and kick in the middle by the crease, a thin crack shoots through the left door as the lock busts and the door flies open.

Tyler jumps up when he sees me coming. Pussy.

"Harold, you'll kill him."

What?

I look around, snapping out of my delirious state and find him pinned under me. His right eye is black and swollen shut, his shirt is pulled up as I continue to wail punches straight on to his lower abdomen and rib cages. I stand up and spit on him.

Fucker.

"WHERE IS SHE?!" I howl like a fucking mental person at him, taking the collar of his shirt and shoving his head back in to the wood floor. He gargles. I could kill him. I could and I would.

"Harold, would you please at least attempt to act like a normal person?" Kenneth scoffs at me. I spin and turn my rage on him, taking my palms I slam them down on to the top of his dresser. It makes such a loud bang he jumps.

The picture of my poor Olivia tied up and hurt presses me forward. I don't want to see the picture, especially if I'm not there to help her. But it won't leave my brain.

If he touches her...

"I ASKED A FUCKING QUESTION!" I shout at him again. He motions for the seat across from him. It's funny. is best man is laying at his feet, his blood pooling to our feet and he wants to have a civilized conversation.

To be honest it didn't surprise me much. He liked when I used my rage. He liked when I hurt people. It would be easier for me to run the gang when he's gone if I didn't feel bad for what I did.

And again, to be honest. I didn't give two shits about a lot of the people I hurt or stole from. That was my life... and that's all it ever will be. But enough of that fucked up bullshit. I need her back.

"Tyler removed her from the house." He tells me... I'm not sure to be mad or happy. She hasn't been found yet she's still gone.

"Tell him to bring her back!" I spit through my teeth, my knuckles are bleeding profusely but I ignore it.

"I'm afraid I can't do that, Harry." He sighs, not seeming one ounce touched though.

"WHY THE FUCK NOT?!" I get up from the chair and it clatters over I hurry to Tyler who is slowly trying to get the fuck away from me. "WHERE DID YOU BRING HER?!"

"Harry, he won't tell you. You have become too attached to that girl. It's not good for you or our business."

I don't have the breath to reply. He can;t be serious...

"She is to stay at the new location and you need to find out who reported us." He moves off the discussion likes it no big deal, assigning me a new subject.

"I'm not doing shit until I know where she is!" I spit, glaring down at Tyler. I fight the urge to reach down and punch his teeth out at he smirks at me.

"Oh, actually you will. Time to get over this silly phase. Shes gone." He shrugs.

Heartless bastard.

Oh, opposed to your 'loving nature.'

"No."He looks up at me like I grew a dick out of my ear. "Where. Is. She."

He glares at me. His eye twitches lightly. Fear runs in to me like a freight train.

My father had good composure. He was a boxer when he was younger, the mafia took him in when they saw his fighting skills and his rage problems. He slowly worked his way up the hierarchy but the problem was he couldn't ever keep his cool; he would attack police officers and other members. And to be in a business like this you needed to learn how to keep cool.

By the time he was running it at age twenty he learned to compose himself. He very rarely lost control like I did constantly.

This was one of those times.

Flashbacks of him hitting me brutally as a child come back to mind. He gets up and I want to cry. I want to fucking cry and go hide behind my Olivia. She always comforted me one way or another.

I don't even see the blow until his fist hits my chin so hard I'm on my ass.

My 'father' deals a good kick to my rib cage and I groan, clutching my side. I would fight back but I'm scared shitless of him. He has been boxing and kick boxing since his high school years and even though I have been boxing for a long time, I was no match for him.

He gets on his knee and grabs my shirt, ripping to a sitting position. I'm dazed as fuck.

"Don't you ever fucking tell me no again." He screams in my face. I swallow. he shakes his head, drops me back to my back. Once straight, he rolls frown the cuffs of his stupid shirt and adjusts his blazer before taking a seat. His somber face back up.

Fucking crazy...

"Out." He sighs. I get up and instantly lurch over, a dead rock feeling pain in my stomach. I swear he knew exactly where to hit.

A soon as Tyler are in the hall, one of the many henchmen slams the door and I slump down the wall, trying to catch my breath.

He shoots me a death glare and runs off before i can get up and fucking kill home.


Shit.

What now?

It takes me a long ass time to get up.

But I have already decided by the time I reach her old room.

I'm going to find her, pack my bags, and take her far away.

She will be mine. Mine and mine alone for as long as we live.

I'll take her some where safe. Somewhere where there are no mafias, Neil's, or Tyler's.

somewhere where she will feel free, but she won't really be.

Somewhere where I can truly protect her.

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