RARE

{ S*X AND HATE... }

By, Dammrare

CHAPTER 11🦋12

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🔥HARRY'S POV🔥

"They didn't send the threat message." My father said as we entered the office and took our seats.

Hudson and Hugo's mouths dropped open at this revelation. They both exchanged glances and then turned to look at me but I had no readable expression on my face.

To be honest, I knew they weren't the culprit. Let's be frank with ourselves. Why will they send us a threat message anonymously when they've done it openly before? It makes no sense, right?

However, the Italian being innocent isn't the case here right now and I'm sure everybody in this office has the same question in mind. If they didn't send the threat message then who did?

For once in my life, I have no idea about something nor do I know what to think about the situation or who to suspect. The Italians are the only enemies I know about. So where this threat is coming from is something I do not understand at all.

My father let out a deep breath as he ruffled his hair. "There is something you all need to know about,"

"What is it?" I asked.

"They got a threat message as well." He replied.

Okay, now I am just as surprised as Hudson and Hugo.

"What?" Hugo exclaimed. "How is that possible?"

My father shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know, honestly."

"What are the chances of getting a threat message alongside the Italian empire?" Hudson questioned, rhetorically.

"When did they get the threat?" I asked my father.

"Last night."

Last night. And I got the threat message last night as well. Was this a coincidence? Or what?

Could it be that we got the threat from the same enemy? Nah. That's impossible. What am I thinking?

"What should we do now?" Hudson asked.

"Is there another enemy behind close curtains aside the Italian mafia?" Hugo asked.

Father sighed again, shaking his head. "I don't keep enemies, you guys. I keep allies. There is no other empire I can suspect to have done this."

I pinched the bridge of my nose, placing my elbow on my knees. My shoulder still hurt very badly and I guess it is affecting my reasoning.

"Harry, do you have any idea?" Hugo asked me.

"No." I simply answered.

Father raised a questioning brow at me. I'm sure he least expected to hear such a reply from me. Well, he can't blame me. Everyone is quite lost here. And I am not excluded.

"That reply is so unlike you, son. Are you okay?" He asked.

"Yeah."

"Be honest with me. You don't look so good."

"I'm fine, father. I just..."

"Your left shoulder hurts, doesn't it?' Hudson cut me off.

I shot a glare at him. "I do not know what you are talking about. Nothing hurts. I'm completely fine."

"Did you fight with that bitch again?" Hudson asked again, refusing to drop the f**king topic. I am beginning to get pissed off.

"I said I'm fine." I snapped.

Father, Hugo, and Hudson were all giving me the 'No, you are definitely not okay' look. Well, to hell with the bullshit they are thinking. I am not in the f**king mood.

I rose to my feet. "I will inform the guards about the situation at hand. We need to keep our eyes open and get ourselves prepared for the worse. And can you all stop giving me that look? It is annoying the shit out of me." I hissed and left the office.

But before I shut the door closed, I heard Hugo say, "Is he on his period? What the f**k is wrong with him?"

I went upstairs and disappeared into my bedroom. I was a fan of grey color so most of the things in here were grey color. From my mattress, duvet, carpet, wall, curtains, desk, ceilings, and wardrobe to the bathroom which is no different from the main room.

Why am I being so moody and angry? I have no idea. I guess it has to do with that little brat. That bitch that calls herself Scarlett.

F**k. I do not want to think about that girl but somehow she always finds a way to invade my thought.

I got rid of my clothes and went into the bathroom for a quick shower. It was still morning and I have a long day ahead but that doesn't mean I have to smell of sweat and dirt. The matter on the ground is already stressful enough.

I turned on the shower and started rubbing soap on my body when I heard the sound of my bedroom door opening and closing. I quickly turned off the shower. I just hope I am only hearing things and no bloody person has intruded on my privacy.

I didn't hear anything afterward - I guess I am hearing things. I was about to turn back on the shower but got interrupted when I heard footsteps.

There is an intruder in my room. Shit, someone has just made himself a scapegoat for me to unleash the anger I have compressed in my chest.

I grabbed the grey robe from its rack and put it on, ignoring the fact that I have soap that I haven't rinsed out on my body.

I clenched my fist and steadily open the door so as not to make a noise. One thing you should never do when you want to attack an enemy unknowingly is to make a f**king sound.

As I stepped out of the bathroom I was surprised to see a brunette girl on my bed, chewing bubble gum.

I recognized her.

"Harry," She squealed as she got out of bed and jumped right on my body, wrapping her arms around my neck and her legs around my torso. "I didn't know you were in the bathroom, I would have joined you. I miss you so much." She started kissing me all over my face, moaning against my skin.

How the f**k did she get into my room? What the hell does she even want? What we had that night was a one-time thing. She wasn't expecting more from me, was she? I can't even remember her name.

"What is going on right now?" I asked.

She stopped with the kisses and look down at me. "Uh, what kind of a question is that? Don't you miss me?"

"Get off me," I said to her, trying to act like a gentleman which I am clearly not.

She quietly did as I said, looking at me with confusion written on her face.

"Harry, why are you behaving this way towards me? Don't you recognize me?"

"How did you get in here?" I questioned.

She scratched the back of her head, shrugging slightly. "I don't understand. How else will I enter here?"

"I didn't call for your service and besides, I clearly told you that what we had that night was going to be a one-time thing. We agreed never to cross paths again. Why are you here?"

I am a man with blood running through my veins and I see s*x as a sport. I am no saint. I f**k anything under a skirt. Yes, call me a playboy because trust me, that is one thing that can best describe my personality. However, f**king a p*ssy for two times is never my thing. As soon as I f**k you, our path has practically come to an end afterward.

I explained all this to this girl that night, why the hell did she have to come here?

She batted her lashes, pouting. "I miss you, Harry. Lately, I have been craving your d**k badly. You can't blame me, you know."

Thinking back about that night, I didn't actually go to meet her in the club, she came to me instead. I was at the bar drinking with Hudson and Hugo when she came along. She gave me a lap dance and f**k, I won't deny how good she was. I was drunk and hørny and her sexy dance only made it worse for me. I needed to relieve myself and she volunteered to help me out. What do you expect me to do, turn it down? Of course not.

I brought her home and f**ked her right on the floor. I f**king used her that night and she never complained instead, she enjoyed every second of the things I did to her.

I guess I turned her s*x world upside down to make her come back for more but sorry and no sorry, I can't go back to my vomit.

"Well, my d**k doesn't crave your p*ssy." I said without sugarcoating the plain truth.

"Harry..." She pressed her b**bs on my firm chest as she ran her tongue over her lips and then bit down into her bottom lip. "Are you really going to turn me down?"

"Listen..." I noticed the pin on her hair and my face dropped. Wait a minute, I remember closing the door of my bedroom and locking it with the key. Did she open it with the pin on her hair? I took in her attire - She was wearing black trousers and a black turtleneck long-sleeved. The last time we had s*x was a few days ago before the attack. She approached me that day in the club and urged me to bring her home to f**k her. She is here now after the attack last night. What am I missing?

"What is your name again?" I questioned.

She smiled. "Felicia. I can't believe you forgot my name."

"Felicia? The last time we met I thought you said your name is Veronica?"

I saw the nervousness in her eyes when I said that.

"Oh. Uhm, my second name is Veronica while my first name is Felicia." She stated.

She just fell for my trap because I do not remember the name she told me last time which shows that she is lying.

I wrapped my fingers around her neck and started strangling her as my eyes shone brightly in anger.

"Who are you? Who sent you here?" I growled, leaving her no room for air.

She choked in the air, struggling to pull my hand away and break free from my hold but I was f**king too strong for her. Well, that is my prize for always hitting the gym.

"You...you are...let...let go." She breathed out, tears rolling down her face.

It would be unwise of me to kill her right now without getting answers and information from her. And it will be the only reason why I will let her go...for now.

I let go of her neck and she dropped to the ground, heavily.

She coughed out loud, rubbing her bruised neck now. Her eyes were reddened by unshed tears and pain. If I kept strangling her, she would have definitely died with her neck snapped out.

"Tell me, who sent you here?" I snarled, gripping her chin roughly without a care in the world that she was hurting.

"I don't know what you are talking about..." She answered through clenched teeth, giving me a menacing look.

Wanna play the loyal card with me? Let's see how that goes then.

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🔥SCARLETT'S POV🔥

It's funny how they were all acting to be clueless and confused. And it's even more funny that I am just as clueless and confused as they are.

There are two things involved here; One, the guards are not competent or the security system wasn't tight enough and a stranger was able to expertly get their way into our vicinity to send the f**king threat message to me. Two, there is a spy amongst the guards. I just hope neither of the two listed above is the case.

How shameful will it be that the Italian mafia's guards are useless and can't protect the empire or that there is a traitor among the family? (As long as you are a part of the empire, you are a family). I don't want to even think about it.

I drew out a pack of cigarettes from the pocket of the hoodie jacket I was wearing.

The room was deadly silent and the tension that hung in the air wasn't doing any of them good. They were scared of my next move because trust me when I say, my silence speaks louder than words.

"Who has a lighter?" I finally asked, pulling out a stick of cigarette and placing it in between my lips, staring at each of the guards that stood in front of me with their heads hanging low.

None of them was confident enough to speak out.

"Who has a lighter?" I asked again, holding back my anger as I sucked in a deep breath and released it calmly, watching them closely.

I sighted a trembling hand in the air and I quietly stood up to my feet and approached the person.

"You have a lighter?" I questioned and he frantically nodded his head like a damn lizard, shuddering in fear. "Good. Light it up," I said, gesturing at the cigarette in between my lips.

He fearfully took out the lighter from his pants pocket and stepped forward towards me, flicking the lighter on but it wasn't working.

How long does it take to switch on a damn lighter?

He kept trying but it was fruitless and being the impatient person that I was, I have no freaking time to waste on a scardy-cat boy so I snatched the lighter from his grasp and flicked it on in one go.

"Is this how you secure the empire?" I tilted my head to the side, awaiting his reply.

"I'm sorry, Miss." He apologized in a small and frightened voice.

I said nothing and went back to sit down, dropping the lighter on the table as I took a long drag of the cigarette and puffed out streaks of smoke in the air.

"You all know about the current situation in the empire, right?" I began.

"Yes, Miss." They all nodded their heads in agreement.

"That means you already have an explanation to give to me." I said.

Neither of them said a word.

I moved my gaze to the capo of the security (Capo are the leaders of each group).

"You are not deaf." It was obvious that the words were directed at him.

"Miss," Capo Rowdy cleared his throat. "I did my own part of the job by putting everyone in place before retiring for the night. I swear."

I simply gave out a firm nod and took another long drag of the cigarette and then puffed it into the air.

"And who were those on night duty during the attack?" I inquired.

They exchanged glances within themselves, keeping mute.

They are pushing me to the wall and I am at the peak of losing my composure and believe me, they won't like the outcome.

I am only being calm and patient because they are a part of the family. And I promised my father that I was only going to scold them. But f**k, they are not making it easy for me to stick to my damn promise.

If they keep leaving my questions hanging on the air like this, I might just lose my self-control and flare up.

"ANSWER ME!" I snapped, banging my fist on the table very hard.

They were all startled as they'd least expected my outburst.

"We were ten in numbers on duty that night." A voice spoke up.

"Is that so? Step forward if you were one of the ten on duty that night. Don't wait for anybody to point you out or else, you will regret it." It was not a threat and they all know that my word is my life.

Whenever I say something, there was no turning back.

The guy who spoke up and eight other men stepped forward, seeming ashamed of themselves. They were nine in number which means there was someone reluctant to step forward and was also taking my word for a joke.

I glanced over at those who haven't taken a step forward, narrowing my eyes.

"Who is the last person?" I asked, giving him a chance to step forward and avoid my wrath. But of course, when you are destined to die, you will die. Because if death doesn't look for you, you will look for it.

I turned my gaze to the capo and gave him the go-ahead to point out the last person.

He looked around and then his gaze finally settled on a boy by the corner of the room.

"There he is." He stated and I rose to my feet and approached the freak, quietly.

Wait, I recognize him. He was the chap I saw in front of my father's office. The idiot that was frightened at the mere sight of me and started begging for mercy for no just reason.

"What's your name?" I asked him, puffing out rings of smoke.

He gulped down his saliva, beads of sweat forming on his forehead as he fell to his knees. I guess he loves kneeling.

"Lu...Luke." He stammered.

"I thought I asked those who were on duty that night of the attack to step forward, why are you still standing motionless here?"

He didn't answer and that made me lose my self-control.

I plunge the burning cigarette into his right eye and he screamed in agony. His screams of pain were like music in my ears.

"Answer me when I ask you a question." I glowered as I squished his face and steadied it so he could look into my eyes with his left eye only. Due to his stupidity and foolishness, he has rendered his right eye useless. Blame on him and not me.

"I'm sorry!" He cried like a baby, cupping his right eye which was now swollen and couldn't open anymore. "It wasn't a warning," He paused. "I was supposed to kill you."

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