Louis’ POV:

“W-Who are you?” The guy stuttered out, blood cascading over his lips as he spoke,

“That doesn’t matter to you” I stated reaching forward and pulling him up off the floor by the front of his shirt, “now I wouldn’t speak of this, lest something unfortunate were to happen and we wouldn’t want that, would we?” I asked a light smile coming onto my face, his eyes widened considerably before he swiftly nodded a weakly reply, “Lovely” with that I dropped him back onto the ground in a crumpled pile, and walked away, his muffled sounds of pain filling the empty street.

The sky was cloudy with the promise of rain and soon enough large drops began falling on the pavement around me as I walked, slowly seeping into my clothes and soaking my hair as I searched for the building I was after.

Eventually a familiar figure came into view as I arrived at my destination, his skinny frame wrapped in a loose jacket and sagging jeans. Large purple bags hung below his eyes and his skin was a sickly pale as per usual for someone in his positon.

“Do you have the stuff?” the guy asked, his scratchy voice borderline pleading as I walked up the steps near him,

“Unfortunately Kennedy, I only have a message in which to leave with you” I said simply, Kennedy in turn looked up at me as though I was killing a puppy, the horror on his face only serving to accentuate his emaciated appearance,

“What?” He blinked his red eyes in shock

“Well you see it has come to my attention that you have been skimping on some of your payments” I shrugged “Now naturally this isn’t unusual for someone in your position to be having money issues, however if you fail to pay back what you owe…” I trailed off with a mockingly pleasant expression,

“If you just give me some more time-“

“You’ve had time” I cut him off “and I mean if it were up to me of course I would give you more time, but-“

“No!” he suddenly shouted “Please, you can’t … I just need a week”

“You have one day to get the money you owe, after that well ... You know what happens…” I replied and watched as what little colour remained in his face bleached out completely as he stared in horror. And with nothing else to say I turned on my heel and walked out from under the small awning, keeping a pleasant smile on my face as I ducked my head against the rain.

*

The lights where still red when I approached the crossing, I didn’t know how long they had been like that, nor did I particularly care as I continued walking, it wasn’t a large town so it was highly unlikely that I would be hit.

My pace wasn’t rushed and I didn’t bother changing it at all as the light suddenly turned green and a sudden movement to my left caught my attention as a car lurched forward before the driver spotted me and slammed on the breaks. It stopped close enough that I could have ran my fingers along the hood if I wanted too and a smirk slipped onto my lips.

I continued walking and a few seconds later a loud screeching caught my attention followed by the sound of a metal crushing metal. I stopped, my curiosity getting the best of me and when I turned around the car I had caused to stop now had another up its rear-end. The driver’s burning green eyes locked with mine for an instant and I smirked at the sight of the attractive male looking so angry, although my attention was shortly directed to movement from the other car. A fuming woman stepped out of the vehicle, she stood at around 6 foot and appeared to be all bulk- she certainly appeared to be a beast. At that I assumed it would be a good time to leave and I started walking away, the start of their conversation following after me.

“What the hell do you think you were doing stopping in the middle of the road?!” the woman shouted angrily,

“Avoiding fucking killing someone!” A deeper voice shot back, one I assumed to belong to the male car driver “I’m sorry if you’re to fucking stupid to stop your car in time and I have half a mind to make you pay for the bloody damages”

The rest of their words were lost to me as I disappeared around the corner and continued on my way towards the ‘Den’ as we called it. The den was an old abandoned warehouse in the lesser districts of town, it appeared rundown on the outside but on the inside it had been refurbished and touched up in order to be used as somewhat of a base or headquarters.

Various different types of smoke drifted in the air making it hard to see and the smell strong enough to burn out your senses. It was not a place I often frequented and I refused to dwell long in the main lobby and instead walked passed groups of people smoking, dealing and other things on the couches as I headed to the stairs before ascending into an empty hallway.

I didn’t bother knocking when I came to the door I was searching for and opened it before walking straight in without receiving an invitation. I glanced around briefly before my eyes landed on the large bed in the middle of the room, a black canopy falling around it, creating - along with the heavy amount of smoke- a veil obscuring the owner of the bed from view. I sighed and ran a hand through my damp hair, ruffling the mahogany mess before walking over and ripping the canopy back, to reveal Mike -my boss - lying face down, naked, next to some girl with a blanket covering most of his lower body.

I rolled my eyes, dismissing the familiar sight as it wasn’t unusual for me to see something like this, it could almost be considered his natural state with the way he always seemed to have some girl and/or the occasional a guy in his bed.

“Mike” I addressed when it was obvious he wasn’t going to notice me on his own,

“What?” he asked, his voice muffled by the pillow his face was currently buried in,

“I want my money” I said blankly and amused smirk tilting up my lips when he sighed and sat up on his elbows

“Can’t we talk about this later?” he asked groggily rubbing his eyes,

“No” I stated “It’s already been a week and like I said, I want my money”

“Erg, why can’t you ever just let me sleep” he muttered tiredly and reached over to the bedside table, grabbing a key from under a bottle of some unknown substance and then proceeding to open the top draw and pull out a stack of money, before he held it out to me. I took it and weighed it in my hands briefly, upon estimation it was around two grand.

“A pleasure seeing you again Mike” I said and began heading over towards he door

“Wait” Mike said “what happened with Kennedy?” he asked

“He didn’t pay up” I said opening the door “so I told him he has a day to find the money, you’ll need to send a collector tomorrow” and with that I left.

I walked passed all the people smoking, turning down all the offers to join them and out the front door, taking in a deep breath of the fresh air and letting it go in a rush, before starting to walk home.

*
I arrived back at my apartment and took note of the two police cars stationed out front with a suspicious glance. But otherwise continued to walk through the front door into the lobby calmly, I passed another officer by the elevator and shot him a deliberate wink when he looked up. I then proceeded to make my way up the stairs towards my room on the 3rd floor and yet again spotted another officer leaning against the wall a little ways down the hall from my door.

His radio buzzed to life and he shut it off abruptly causing me to raise an eyebrow but I didn’t question him on it as I opened my door and slipped inside my apartment. I move to lean against the wall near the door and just watched it. Sure enough a few seconds later a knock came and I casually opened the door to see the officers from in the lobby and in the hall standing there, both with a hand at their gun holsters subtly.

“Hello Officers, what can I do for you?” I asked innocently, a polite smile upon my face, they just exchanged glances before stepping forward,

“Please step back Louis Tomlinson, you are under arrest-“ one of the police man said, ‘George’ his name tag read

“What for?” I asked cutting him off midsentence

“Do not resist sir” George said “you have the right to remain silent, everything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law” the other officer proceeded to walk further into the room, he seemed nervous and shifty as though he was expecting me to resist or attack. He kept his hand on his gun holster even as he made his way towards me,

“Turn and face the wall” he ordered before abruptly grabbing my shoulder and pushing me against the wall with slightly more pressure than necessary. He tugged my arms harshly together making me winch slightly before clasping my hands together with what I am assuming to be the standard uniform handcuffs.

“Rodney, use less force he’s not resisting” George spoke up, moving forward to put his hand on ‘Rodney’s’ arm and giving him a stern look.

“You know you could have just asked politely for me to come with you, I hear that works sometimes”
*
I sat in my cell boredly tapping my hand against the mattress, listening half-heartedly to the banter going on between the two men in the cell across from me - there was a third man in the cell with them but he appeared to be asleep,

“You know there is this lovely thing called ‘shutting up’ it would be fantastic if you two could try it” I stated after about five minutes of their annoying dribble,

“What did you ju-“ The bigger of the two started, moving towards the edge of his cell as if somehow thinking it was a threatening motion, but his sentence was never finished as the opening of the door interrupted him. A police man walked in leading a curly haired guy in the room and putting him in the cell along with the two guys. I recognized him almost immediately as the same guy from the car crash; although his beanie was now missing and he had specks of crimson on his face that I was sure wasn’t their during our last brief encounter. A smirk slipped onto my face as I watched, it was certainly shaping up to be an interesting day, however it is a shame that he was placed in their cell and not mine.

“Oi what you in here for?” The older of the pair asked but the curly haired guy just ignored him sitting tensely on one of the beds in his cell, appearing to be concentrating on something else that he obviously found more important that tweedle dee and tweedle dum, “are you stupid or something boy?” Burly guy questioned and the partner snickered

“No” The guy bluntly answered in a deliciously deep voice,

“Then answer the bloody question” It was quite obvious that the man was beginning to get angry, the redness swimming up his neck only serving to prove that factor correct.

“It’s none of your fucking business” Curls snapped harshly before visibly taking a breath in what appeared to be a calming manner. It was certainly interesting to watch his behaviour, it wasn’t at all like most peoples I had previously observed and I found myself curious as to what he would do next.

“Wrong answer” the buddy said shaking his head disapprovingly and receiving a harsh glare in return from the newest addition to the cell.

“Oh I’m sorry, is he too stupid to understand?” Curls asked, his voice taking on a harsher note

“Do I need to fucking spell it out for him?” he was positively vicious by this point and his fists were visibly clenching as though he was still trying to hold in his anger, the bones causing the bruised and bloodied flesh to turn white around the knuckles. I was too busy watching this new guy to notice the burly man begin charging forward and was intrigued to bear witness to how the curly haired fellow seemed to move out of the others way as though it was his body’s first instinct to get the upper hand. And get the upper hand he did, as he maneuvered himself into a position that allowed for him to grab the arm that was swung at him in a vicelike grip, twisting it harshly upwards and pinning it against its owners back, chuckling maliciously as he did so. He then proceeded to use his body weight and momentum to force his victim up against the wall, continuously twisting the arm in his grip until a pained yell left the burly man. I stared in awe of the situation, my interest highly captured by the way he managed to overpower such a big man and the muscles that rippled as he did so.

“Do you need me to tell you again?” Curls asked, his voice taking on a misleading politeness, but when the guy failed to answer his question and foolishly began to struggle, obviously having not realised the seriousness of his dilemma, his wrist was abruptly and harshly twisted, “I’m sorry I didn’t hear you” His icy voice sent a delicious shiver down my body and as he cupped his hand by his ear I couldn’t help but be amused at his sense of mockery.

“N-yo- do- ahh-“the man stuttered out confusingly

“Hmm, what was that?” Curls asked, and my attention was briefly stolen by movement behind him where the partner that he had previously ignored was moving up to strike. Frowning sightly I decided to see what would happen if I inputted some advice,

“Behind you” I stated, causing his head to turn around in time with the partner throwing his fist forwards and there was a brief moment where I thought he might have been caught in his mistake. But he swiftly moved his head to the side in time to only just be nicked, from what I could tell, by the closed fist as it sailed passed him and slammed solidly into his partner.

“Shit, sorry Jo” the friend said and went to swing once again in possibly one of the stupidest moves his could have made, as in return Curls rounded on him with a sucker punch that sent him tumbling to the ground in pain.

A smirk lit up my face as I leaned back against the wall again, admiring this very sexy person standing amidst the chaos he had caused and couldn’t help but mockingly clap at his success.
His head turned in my direction and the anger was clearly still visible in his eyes and expression, shortly joined by recognition.

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