I was roughly set down, and nearly fell from the sudden impact, but the man wrapped his arms around me and I felt something cold touch my cheek. It took me a few seconds to realize it was a pistol aimed right at my head.
Oh my God.
My breath hitched in my throat, and my heart nearly stopped beating. My entire body went rigid with newfound terror, and I felt his arm duck around my neck, holding me tightly against him. He pressed the pistol almost painfully into my cheek, and my arms instinctively grabbed a hold of his arm though I did not struggle in fear of him pressing the trigger.
My eyes immediately met Harry’s, and his eyes were trained on the man.
“If you move,” The man said, “I will blow her fucking brains out. Got it?” I noticed that he had an accent. Was he Russian?
I wanted to open my mouth to say something, anything, but nothing came out—only a shaky breath. And I couldn’t find myself looking away from Harry.
“You and your dog’s aren’t welcome here.” Harry stated coldly. “What made you think you could even think about stepping foot in here?”
I was watching the exchange with wide eyes, not understanding half of it.
Harry then continued, “And what the hell were you thinking when you took my girl?”
I swallowed thickly. I was his girl?
I heard the man laugh quietly behind me. “Well, I had to get your attention.”
“I don’t waste my time with filth like you.” Harry shot back, his features overriding with disgust. “You think you can overtake me and my boys? Take away the gun and we’ll fight, just you and me. We’ll see who truly deserves this town.”
The man was no longer laughing. “I didn’t come here to fight.”
Harry chuckled at that, crossing his arms over his chest. “I knew you didn’t. I can recognize a coward when I see one.”
I cringed, letting out a wince, when I felt the cold metal dig deeper into my cheek. “Watch your tongue, boy. You seem to forget whose life I am control of right now.”
Harry’s eyes glinted angrily when the man called him a boy, but I saw how his jaw clenched when he saw my discomfort. I knew he really was struggling to keep his tongue in check, and I was highly grateful for it.
He was actually trying to keep me alive.
“I’m here to deliver a message from Vladimir himself.” The man spoke, sounding a bit more confident than he was before.
Harry stared at him, waiting for the message.
“He wants this town.” The man told Harry. “And he’s going to get it.”
Harry raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed. “Is that it?”
“Well, yes—”
“—I want you to deliver him a message, then.” Harry said. “That is, if you’re still alive. Tell him this town belongs to me.”
“You can’t hurt me.” I could feel my stomach turn upside down when the man’s arm left my neck, and his hand fell over my chest in a suggestive way. I could feel my cheeks immediately heating up, mortification being brought to my attention. I then felt his lips right in front of my ear as he said, “We sure have a beauty here, don’t we?”
Anger coursed through me as he fondled with my right breast, as if I was some toy. I gritted my teeth, forcing myself to stay silent as he touched me without my own consent.
“Get your hand off of her.” Harry snapped, taking a step towards us. The man reacted instantly and grabbed my hair, bringing my head back to now point the gun at my neck. Tears burned in my eyes from the burning pain in my scalp.
“Watch your step,” The man hissed. “I’m not afraid to shoot anyone.”
I was slowly building up my anger. Before I knew it, my anger overshadowed my fear and I was trembling now in anger from being touched so disgustingly.
Suddenly, I jabbed my elbow hard into the man’s chest and he let out a grunt, his hand slipping just for a moment. I heard a loud gunshot ring out, missing me, and I whirled around to punch the man right in the nose as hard as I could.
I’ve never punched anyone before, so when I punched the man, pain flared in my knuckle. However, the pain seemed almost nonexistent when I saw the man stumble back. Satisfaction filled me when I saw blood gush from his nose, and he dropped the gun.
Harry reacted immediately and stepped in front of me, grabbing the man by his collar. He hissed in his face, “Get up and fight, you coward.” Harry shoved him back, and Harry held up his hands in a fighting position.
I was jerked by someone and saw Louis, who was watching Harry with a solemn expression. Louis’s girl was on his other side, holding onto his arm with wide, terrified eyes. I followed her gaze and watched as the Russian man held up his hands now; his face grimaced in an ugly snarl.
“You’re just a boy,” The Russian man growled. “Why don’t you leave this stuff up to realmen. I know who you are. You’re his son.”
Since Harry’s back was to me, I didn’t see his face. But I did watch as he brought his hand back in one swift motion, and he landed a hard punch on the Russian man’s face. The man recovered instantly and went to land a punch on Harry’s shoulder. Harry didn’t even flinch from the blow, and he landed two quick, powerful punches in the man’s face. I heard a sickening crack as his head was knocked back and forth from the blow, and more blood began gushing from his nose, staining all over his white trench coat.
Harry didn’t say anything as he continued punching the man in the face with both of his hands. He wasn’t holding back any longer. His arms moved quickly and precisely, and I had a feeling he was out of control. But I looked around to see his boys just watching with grave expressions, not at all bothered by the fact that their leader had just lost his cool composure.
The sight was horrendous. Blood was all over the floor and the man looked dead. I didn’t know how he was still standing. Soon, Harry hit the final blow when the man finally fell back, falling into his own puddle of blood.
But now Harry was kicking at him like he was a dog. I recoiled from the sight and turned away from it, though Louis kept a firm hold on my forearm as if saying don’t even think about running away.
“Stop,” I choked out, hearing the sound of flesh on blood. I could smell the blood. I suddenly grew very faint, the events of the day just now truly hitting me. I was just held hostage, and now I was witnessing a man being beat up to death.
I broke away from Louis and took off running away from the scene. However, I didn’t get far. Louis grabbed me around the waist and brought me back. Right now Harry was standing over the man, obviously done with beating him.
My eyes reluctantly fell on the scene. The man’s face was covered in blood, and I couldn’t even see any of his facial structures. His cheek bones were swelled so that his eyes looked closed, and I saw little pieces of teeth lying in the puddle.
“Give me the gun.” Harry stated, holding out his arm. Zayn picked up the pistol and handed it to Harry, who immediately cocked it and aimed it down at the man.
“Claire,” Harry said, “look away.”
I looked away just as he pulled the trigger, and a loud gunshot echoed all around us. I quickly covered my ears, my entire body trembling, as I realized the man had just died.
By now the entire club was empty, except for us, and the music finally shut off. I could hear my rapid breathing and flinched a little when I noticed Harry move. He turned around, and his features held no emotion whatsoever. He brushed past me, and said to Niall, “Comfort her.”
Harry went to retrieve his phone and I felt Niall grab a hold of my forearm, leading me to a back room. I was still rendered speechless from what I had just witnessed, and Niall asked me, “Are you hurt?”
“No.” I said quietly. “But I’m scarred for life.”
“Well, right now, Harry’s pissed.” Niall told me, his Irish accent showing. I never noticed that he had an Irish accent before. “He’s angry because—”
“—I know he’s angry.” I cut him off hysterically, pushing the blonde male away. I hugged myself tightly and crumbled to the floor, unable to stand any longer. “You don’t think I could see that? He just beat that man to death, with his own hands.”
“He crossed Harry.” Niall said matter-of-factly, though with a soft voice. “First, he trespassed here. And then he touched you, and he threatened Harry.”
“He just killed him.” I murmured.
“He tried to kill you.” Niall reasoned, crouching in front of me. “I must say, nice moves back there. I didn’t peg you for a girl who knew how to fight.”
“I’ve never punched anyone before.” I said, looking over my knuckle. I could definitely feel the pain now. It felt like my entire knuckle was throbbing.
Niall picked up my knuckle and examined it. “You’ll be fine. But right now, Harry needs a few minutes to calm down.”
“I don’t want to go near him.” I whispered. “Not after I saw him like that.”
I remembered my little “punishment” earlier and now understood that that was nothing compared to what I just saw.
“Harry won’t hit you like that.” Niall reassured me, which caught my attention. I noted how he said “Harry won’t hit you like that” instead of saying something like “Harry would never hit you period.”
I remembered how Harry backhanded me. Shit. He really was messed up.
“I need to leave,” I murmured, standing up suddenly. I wasted no time in leaving the back room, though I heard Niall following me.
“No,” Niall protested, trying to grab my shoulder. I ripped myself away from him, shooting him a look over my shoulder. “Harry won’t approve to this.”
“Harry this, Harry that,” I whirled around suddenly, mocking all the boys. “Can’t any of you think for yourself, or does Harry do all the thinking?” Bitterly, I spat, “Does he also wipe your own ass for you?”
Niall’s face was priceless. He stared at me with a look that said did she just say that?
With that said, I continued walking until I was back where the dead Russian man was. Right now the rest of the guys were sitting on the sofas again, and it looked like they were talking business. I took quiet, careful steps as I tried sneaking past them, but I cringed when Niall came running from the hall.
“Harry,” Niall said, catching everyone’s attention instantly, “she’s out of control, mate.”
“This is crazy,” I announced, my voice trembling. But I was done. I wanted nothing to do with this any longer. “I was just held with a gun to my head. There is no way in hell I’m staying here to associate with people like you guys anymore.” I began walking towards the stairs until I heard Harry speak.
“Claire. Don’t you dare walk away.” He had an eerily calm tone, but I knew how dangerous it was when he spoke like that.
I continued walking until he said:
“Do we need a repeat from earlier?”
I stopped dead in my tracks and the image of my ruined apartment flashed in my mind. The pain from what his fingers did earlier was still fresh in my mind. I let out a sigh as I knew Harry would come to my apartment later and punish me again. Would it be smart just to stay, for now?
“Come here.” Harry said.
I slowly turned around and walked back, hanging my head in shame. Did the other know what he meant?
When I was in front of Harry, I was taken aback when he grabbed me and kissed me deeply. I knew everyone’s eyes were on me, watching our little display. But Harry didn’t seem to care. He kissed me intensely, his hands dipping into my hips.
When he finally pulled away, I was panting for air. He still kept his arms wound around my waist and smirked, “Good girl.”
I hated how he talked to me—like I was a dog or something. But from here, I noticed he had the deepest set of green eyes I have ever seen. They were a pure, dark green color. I’ve always seen people with green eyes that looked like they had a bit of brown or even grey. But his were all green.
Did I mention that they were extremely mesmerizing as well as intimidating?
“You have green eyes,” I murmured without thinking, and my cheeks inflamed when I heard myself say this. I didn’t mean to say that out loud.
“Claire, I won’t let anyone hurt you.” Harry told me under his breath so everyone could no longer hear him. I was surprised when he reached out to touch my cheek in a somewhat tender gesture, though I knew Harry was probably just messing with me. “If anyone so much as touches you, I will beat them to death like I did with that man.”
Strange. He had such a genuine expression on his face. It was the only emotion I have seen other than smugness or anger.
“I’m going to take Eleanor back,” Louis told Harry suddenly. “Shouldn’t you take Claire back, too?”
Harry finally broke our eye contact and nodded solemnly. “Yeah. Come on, I’ll take you home, Claire.”
When I got home, Harry didn’t linger, much to my surprise. He dropped me off and left without another word.
Immediately, I got on my laptop and looked for plane tickets going to the USA. I didn’t care where they went, I could find a ride home from there. But I had to get the hell out of this place as soon as possible.
It was quite obvious that the more time I spent with Harry, the more trouble I would be involved with. I could’ve died today. I’ve never even had a real gun held to my head before, until I met Harry. He certainly wasn’t good news. And since Harry apparently claims me as his, I’ll be in a lot more situations like that because of my position.
My phone rang out and I saw that it was Kim. I didn’t answer it, only because I wanted to buy tickets as quickly as possible. I found my credit card in my purse, my hands trembling, as I searched for tickets.
They had tickets going to Denver, Detroit, or New York. I chose New York, since the tickets were cheaper. When I bought them, I sighed in relief and relaxed in my chair, already feeling a lot better. My flight would be at 9 in the morning tomorrow, so I’d probably have to wake up at six and be at the airport at 7. I always liked going to airports much earlier than my flight, in case any problems arose.
I called Kim back and she answered immediately, “Where the hell have you been? You haven’t been answering any of my calls!”
“I know, I know,” I told her, my voice hushed. “But look, things have happened, okay? I’m coming back to the USA tomorrow.”
“What’s wrong? Why are you talking so quietly?” Kim sounded concerned now. “Claire, tell me what the fuck is happening or so help me—”
“—it’s a long story.” I cut her off. “But I need to leave as soon as possible. Things here are so twisted, Kim. You have no idea.”
“Twisted? What are you talking about? I know it’s not the same as the USA, but every country is different, Claire.”
“It’s not the country. It’s the people. Look, you don’t understand what I’m talking about. Today I was held hostage and I watched a man get beaten up to death.”
Kim was silent on the other line for a few moments. Then, she said, “Are you serious?”
“I’m dead serious. I’ll tell you the rest when I’m out of here.” I told her, checking the time. It was 9 PM. “Now I’m going to have to get some sleep, okay? I’ll call you before I board the plane tomorrow.”
“Okay.” Kim sounded nervous now. “Be careful, Claire.”
I hung up, exiting out of everything on my laptop. I put that in my laptop case and immediately began packing all my clothes, just literally throwing them all in one large suitcase. I left my brushes and other hygiene utilities; I just had to get the hell out of here. I wasn’t worried about leaving anything. I’ll call the apartment when I land tomorrow to tell them I was moving out. They’d have to understand.
I knew that I was taking a huge risk by doing this. If Harry found out…
I didn’t want to even think about it.
When I was done packing everything, it was 9:30. I went to my bed, laid down, and fell asleep after a few hours of just replaying over everything that happened that day.
Tomorrow, I’ll be home.
And safe

When I woke up from my alarm, I expected to see Harry standing over my best. Instead, it was just darkness. Empty darkness. I turned on my lights and immediately got dressed, getting ready to board the plane.
I decided to bring 3 books with me for the long plane ride. When I was done, it was 6:30 AM and I hurried outside, walking on the sidewalk. I had to find a taxi.
I quickly tagged one down and I was on my way to the airport. My heart was beating rapidly in my chest as I kept my eyes open for any of One Direction. But there was no way they knew I was doing this, right?
I reached the airport and things seemed to be looking up. There was no sign of gang activity here. There were only a lot of people either wanting to return home, like me, or wanting to go on vacation. I got in line to get my luggage on the plane, and I paid for everything. When I was done, I went through security.
My back was to the men who worked there while I tried taking off my shoes. I didn’t seem them exchange looks upon seeing me. I turned around when I was done, and saw one of them approaching me. I grew nervous. Did I do something wrong?
“Ma’am, we need to talk to you.” He said gravely, and my heart almost jumped through my mouth.
“What’s wrong?” I asked quietly, following right behind the large man. Sadly, he led me through a back door into a dimply lit hallway. I was just about to ask him again until he suddenly shoved me into a room, slamming the door behind him.
He took off his cap and I saw that he had light blonde hair. “Aren’t you Harry’s girl?” He asked, and I noticed, to my horror, that he had a Russian accent.
“N-no.” I lied, backing into a wall.
“You’re her. I know you are.” He said. “Listen up. I work for Vladimir, and he was mighty angry from what Harry did yesterday.”
“That man tried to kill me.” I protested, but shut my mouth when he got closer to me, his much taller, bigger frame overshadowing mine.
“So,” The man said with absolutely no emotion, “I’m supposed to deliver a personalmessage to Harry, from you. Don’t worry, you’ll be alive.”
My face paled when he took out a pocket knife, holding it up for me to see. I began to feel faint as he walked towards me, the knife’s sharpness glinting in my eyes.
“No,” I gasped out, “no! Stop! What the hell are you doing?” I held up my hands, prepared to punch again, even though it hurt my knuckle, if I needed to. Suddenly, I decided to stall. “Wait, who is Vladimir?”
The man stopped for a moment. “He’s our leader.”
“Yeah, but who is he?”
The man looked irritated for a moment. “Look, lady, I don’t have time for this.”
Quickly, I darted around the man, taking him by surprise. I was overjoyed when I made it out into the hallway, and immediately began running down it, praying I was going the right way. I could hear the man clambering behind me, his heavy footsteps echoing all around us. He shouted at me to stop, but I kept running. I didn’t even stop to throw open the door, and smiled when I saw this was indeed the right way.
I began running back to the entrance of the airport, no longer wanting to stay. I ran outside through the double doors, running off into the street. When I could no longer run, I sat down against the wall, terrified tears falling down my cheeks.
Without even thinking about it, I dialed the one person’s number I thought I would never call. He answered on the first ring. “Claire?”
“Harry, I need your help.”

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