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Enticing 9 (HS)

Summary: Harry Styles is a young billionaire and CEO of his own company. He mostly keeps to himself, he is stern and very meticulous when it comes to business. He also likes to keep his personal life very private for the sake of his newly born son Oliver Styles. It isn’t until he meets Y/N Y/L/N that everything changes. She becomes his new nanny after his previous one quits due to personal reasons. She is young, caring, and sweet. Will they ignore their feelings? Will Harry’s girlfriend accept their love and leave them? Will she be able to cope with his busy agenda? What about Oliver’s mother? Where is she? Who is she?

Author’s note: I know I had promised this earlier but my life has been a mess lately. As I write this I find myself waiting to see my psychologist. I've been working through lots of things. This is not an excuse because I promised you and unfortunately I didn't deliver. I fucked up. Anyway, I am sorry. I hope you enjoy it! Love you all. Made this chapter a bit longer than usual just to make up for it.

Words: 7.3K

warnings: cursing, smut, talk about abuse

Tags: @brockdolan, @cuddlingwithharry, @virgorry, @hazzaficrecs, @twpkhes, @havinaballinthisbitch, @jackiehollanderr, @n0t-autumn, @laurynne5, @sabnstyles, @harrystyle-ish, @stressisakiller, @elenagilbert01, @tpwkhoney, @savannah-elliott, @ericadrumgoole1, @chubbybunnybenny, @pilgrim-harry, @eldahae, @nanskidoodle, @fallingforharry-1, @odetostep, @mellowfellowyellow, @summersylesxplr, @harrysxoxoxo, @sunflowervol14, @fallingforharry-1, @hazzaficrecs, @summerstylesxplr

It only took his eyes a few seconds to get filled to the brim with tears. He looked down at his feet trying his best to hide his tears from her. Harry Styles never cried in public. Some people had never even seen him smile before; let alone cry.

Y/N’s forehead furrowed with concern as she approached, closing the space that separated them. She buried her hands into his hair and guided his head to her shoulder. She ran her hands down his back, attempting to soothe him and all the emotions that were overwhelming him.

It was different. She had never seen this side of him. It was the side he kept concealed, hidden from others. It had all started as a mechanism for his company, but it had been integrated into his life and became part of him. Besides — business and emotions were never meant to mix.

Inside the house, a whole different situation was developing. Richard Styles and Nate had just arrived and had caught their significant others staring out of the glass doors.

“What are you two doing?” Nate asked followed with a low chuckle, completely amused by their actions. They had caught them with their hands in the cookie jar. Both women jumped, startled by their voices, yet neither managed to pour a single drop of their alcoholic drinks on the expensive floor. Mrs. Styles pressed her hand against her upper left chest trying to tranquilize her fast heartbeat.

“Nothing” Allison blurted before her mother could divulge anything that could cause or create any trouble. She turned her body and flashed them a big smile. She even attempted to cover their view to the outside. Even though she might have enjoyed seeing and hearing drama, she couldn’t possibly, expose her older brother’s vulnerability. Especially to the one person that always managed to pick him apart— their own father. “How is the boat?” Allison diverted the attention.

“Is that Harry?” Nate asked, instantly receiving a deadly stare from the woman he loved. He quickly picked up on her mood change and realized that he had fucked up.

“What is he doing out there? Shouldn’t he be taking care of his son?” Mr. Styles asked as he gently shoved his daughter aside, trying to get a better look at his son.

In the backyard, the billionaire continued to be held by his girlfriend. He wasn’t sure where to start or what to say. He had always feared this day. Unfortunately, he had never anticipated it to happen so soon. And after a few more minutes of cursing at the world, he lifted his head and wiped his trail of tears. The time for resentment and rejection had now ended for him, and he was now ready to start solving.

He remained silent, but he kissed her forehead as a thank you.

“What happened?” She looked over her shoulder and spotted some cushioned tanning beds just a few steps away. She gripped his hand and guided him to sit down, so she could listen to him for hours if needed so.

“Oliver’s biological mother s'back” Harry exhaled as he sat by the edge.

The resentment he held towards Ashley was unbearable. It was eating him from the inside out. Ashley had basically bought Oliver from him. She gave him a price and after he had complied — she disappeared. Harry just knew that Oliver deserved better than that. He had barely spoken about her to Y/N and not because he was hiding something, but because he found her irrelevant in his life.

“What? Why?” Y/N felt like someone had thrown a bucket of ice-cold water on her. She felt frustrated and the thought of someone taking Oliver away scared her to the core.

“She apparently showed up at the office and demanded Andrew to give her my phone number and after he refused, she made a scene” His phone rang with another notification from Andrew, letting him know more news. “For fucks sake!” he exhaled as he read the screen, “She broke into the apartment too”. Thankfully no one had been at the apartment. Ashley had stolen a few watches from his collection and had even had time to ruin one of his cars on the way out. She had found it funny to break the windows of his Audi R8. He didn’t care about his watches or the car. He was just happy that no one had gotten hurt by her.

“She can’t take him away” Harry sent Andrew a quick text, asking him to get in contact with his realtor. It was clear that he had to move for the safety of everyone that lived under his roof. He put away his phone and turned his attention towards her. She looked vulnerable and on the brink of crying. He was surprised. He never would have guessed that she would be so worried.

“She won’t. That’s a promise” He kissed her lips then took her hand. “Let’s not give her the benefit of ruining our weekend, lovie”.

“Wha' are you going to do?” Y/N knew that Harry had connections and knew the type of power that he held over the city. And even though he could use his connections to have her quick out of the island

“I said don’t worry about that darling. Leave that all to me” He kissed her forehead before guiding her back to the house.

As they walked back into the house, they could feel how the atmosphere had changed. Harry instantly recognized the thick air and the tension like the one that always surrounded his father. Y/N gripped his hand tighter for reassurance. She knew who she was about to meet, and she could only pray for the best outcome.

“Harry!” Nate smiled widely at his soon-to-be brother-in-law. His eyes drifted to their intertwined hands as he approached him for a hug and couldn’t help smiling at the sweet gesture. Nate had personally heard from close friends that Harry had stopped sleeping around and that he had been seen at the gala with a very elegant lady by his arm. However, Nate ignored the rumors because he had never cared about Manhattan’s socialites and the rumors were usually wrong.

“How are you?” Harry threw his arms around him and gave him a quick hug, releasing Y/N's hand in the process, allowing her to go fetch Oliver from Mrs. Styles. She was trying to keep him still. His nap had done wonders to him and he was now more energetic than ever.

"I am great, man. I am so happy that you decided to come" Nate added after they had patted each other backs. Harry was a big part of Allison's life. They always teased one another but Harry without a doubt would take a bullet for her and vice-versa. He was so important to Allison that when Nate decided to propose, he first asked for Harry's blessing. He could still remember how nervous and scared he was especially when he walked into the restaurant wearing one of his impeccable suits.

"Family is supposed to be together" Harry's father only stood a few feet away. He approached with caution, yet maintained his distance. Either way, Mr. Styles had never been a hugger. He hated giving and receiving them. His kids were included in the list. The only person he ever wrapped his arms around was his wife. "Father".

"How are you son?"

"I am great" Harry turned over his shoulder and pulled Y/N towards his warm body. "This is Y/N — my girlfriend". Y/N didn't offer to shake his hand because they were occupied by holding Oliver.

"It's so very nice to meet you, sir" Y/N could perceive the hostility that father and son held towards one another. And how could she ignore that giant elephant in the room that no one seemed to address? Although Y/N's personality prevented her from making presumptions before she genuinely got to know him. Therefore, Y/N gave him the benefit of the doubt. "Thank you for inviting me".

"Ah yes," He was expressionless, not one feature in his face gave Y/N any clue what he was thinking and whether she was making a good enough first impression. "You should thank my wife. It was her idea after all". Mr. Styles always went straight to the point. He always said it how it was. And he had no interest in meeting his son's new fling. He would have said it out loud if his wife hadn't threatened him.

Y/N tried to not feel too offended, but she understood what he was trying to imply. She wasn't dumb and the animosity that Mr. Styles had with Harry only fueled his hate towards Y/N. Therefore, she killed him with kindness gave him one last gentle smile then allowed Harry's arms to envelope her.

The comment had bothered Harry. He could only pray that things didn't get worst and that his father didn't try to push his buttons because he would get to meet the side of him that a very small percentage of people on earth had ever met.

"What time are we leaving tomorrow?" Allison settled on Nate's lap.

"We've got to be at the club by 8 and then we plan on setting sails by 10am. Is Oli coming?"

"Christ. I had completely forgotten about that" Harry had planned to make the necessary arrangements for Oliver to stay at the house with a nanny for the day. Unfortunately, work had gotten in the way and had distracted him enough to make him forget.

"Why can't he come?" Harry immediately laughed in a teasing matter. Her question only proved to him that she was in no way ready for a child. He was actually relieved.

Y/N elbowed him in the ribs and Allison stuck her tongue out to Harry. She was happy that she finally had someone to defend her against her brother.

"He is too young and he can get easily seasick".

"Letty is coming. She'll take care of him, darling" Mrs. Styles reintegrated into the conversation.

"Who's Letty?"

"Our housekeeper" Harry kissed her temple.

"You mean our second mother, asshole" Allison snapped at the brother. "She has worked for the family even before Harry was born." Letty had not only worked for the Styles for almost thirty years but she had also helped raise the children. She had always been present for dance recitals, sports games, play dates, and even heartbreaks. Mrs. Styles could never be any more grateful. Therefore, she praised the floor that Letty walked on. She was an angel sent from heaven in Mrs. Styles's eyes.

"Allison Rhode Styles! What did I just tell you about cursing?!" Her mother stopped her foot on the ground, tired of her daughter's behavior and language. "I don't care that you are a grown adult and that you are about to be married! As long as I am still alive and breathing, you will not curse in my presence!".

Allison shut her mouth and mumbled a quick sorry.

"Anyway, food is really".

The entire family apart from the couple made their way towards the dining room. They had remained behind wanting to get Oliver ready to bed.

"I'll prepare his bottle" Harry pecked his lips as he started warming the water. Meanwhile, Y/N fished a fresh onesie from the diaper bag. "What do you think?" Harry questioned, scooping the formula and diluting it with the water.

"They aren't that bad" She answered truthfully. "I think I can manage" Harry smiled and started shaking the bottle. "Besides, your family could never push me away from you".

Y/N's eyes fluttered open as she felt the bed dip by her side. She shut her eyes but a lazy smile appeared as she got a glimpse of her boyfriend. His face was lit by the warm morning sun as he sat on the edge of the bed with his arms rested around her head for leverage. He was straight out of the shower. His skin was still warm from the water. Harry's hair was still wet and his aftershave was still fresh.

"Good morning" Harry greeted her with a pearly white smile. He then delicately brushed some hair off her face.

"Morning" Y/N brought her arms up from under the comforter and ran them down his bare forearms enjoying the sensation of his skin against hers. "How do you manage to look this good at seven in the morning?"

"Are you flirting with me?" Harry raised an eyebrow at her as a choky smile appeared. He did love being praised, but before she could respond, he already had nuzzled his face in the crook of her neck, searching for her warmth.

"Why aren't you in bed?" Y/N's hand scratched his scalp, listening to his slow breathing.

"I've got to go golfing" He mumbled against her skin. She couldn't see him, but she could sense him rolling his eyes at having to spend time with his father.

Last night, dinner hadn't gone exactly as planned. Thankfully it never evolved to anything, but the tension had been prominent. Mr. Styles had kept his eyes glued on Y/N. To other spectators, it might've been seen as curiosity, but Harry knew better.

"I wish I could skip" He pouted after raising his head.

"Can I just say that I am very proud of you for last night? I know that you were very tense and on edge" Harry clenched his jaw and looked away. "Harry..." She gripped his bicep trying to get him back to her.

'I don't want to talk about it, Y/N" His voice was stern and left no room for negotiation. His playful side had evaporated and had been taken over by his bossy and cold side. "I'll be back in a few hours. Stay safe, alright?" He finally said after a few seconds. He kissed her cheek on his way out.

Y/N allowed herself a few more minutes of laziness until she grew bored and decided to get ready and by the way the day looked it seemed too beautiful for it to go to waste in bed and locked in. She had packed a short, baby blue flower dress just in case the weather got warm. And after a quick shower, she got dressed with it and headed downstairs in search of the voices.

She quietly walked downstairs, careful not to make too much sound, in case anyone was still asleep. Y/N followed the gentle voices that led to the kitchen where she came across three individuals.

"Hello. You must be, Ms. Y/L/N. You are Harry's girlfriend, right?" She must have been in her late fifties and dressed in a tan uniform.

"I am. Letty, right?"

"You got it. It's so nice to finally meet you. This is Amy and Benjamin" Letty smiled.

"It's nice to meet all of you" The older man, nodded back and continued to chop the bright vegetables on his cutting board. He seemed like the quiet one. Whist, Amy barely acknowledged her. She wasn't much younger than Y/N was. "Is Oli being nice to you?"

"He is so sweet. Plus, Harry already filled me in on his schedule. So, don't worry about a thing and go enjoy the day. Mrs. Styles and Allison are enjoying breakfast outside. You leave him with me. I promise nothing will happen"

"If you need anything, Letty. And I mean it! Please just let me know!" Letty only nodded back and gave her a last smile before she walked outside.

A round table had been placed in the middle of the field and over the green and nicely cut grass. Porcelain china had been placed in every place matt on a beautiful beige table cloth. There were pancakes, waffles, eggs, cold cuts, fruit, bread, bagels, and even more. The list was extensive. Glass pitches were filled with different freshly squeezed juices and to top it, freshly cut flowers were used to decorate the center of the table.

Mrs. Styles sat on a spot facing the house and closest to the pool. She wore a flowy, floor-length, yellow dress with a big hat that blocked the harmful rays from her face. Allison faced the tennis courts by the west side of the property. She wore a neon orange bikini with a pair of grey sweatpants over the bottom. Her hair was brushed back into a sleek, tight bun, and the tiny, Gucci sunglasses she wore made the laid-back outfit look more stylish than one could have ever guessed.

"Y/N!" Allison first noticed her as she approached them. Y/N instantly felt self-conscious as soon as she felt both pairs of their eyes on her. They both looked so expensive and elegant and regal that it made her feel like she was wearing a sack of potatoes.

"Good morning!" She waved as she took the seat closest to Allison. "What a lovely day, huh?"

"Absolutely stunning. It's like it knew you were both coming" Mrs. Styles smiled as she sprayed a bit of sunblock on her skin. "How'd you sleep?"

"Like a baby" The bedroom that they had been assigned had been the closest to the ocean. "The view last night was expectational. I love it" The moonlight reflected on the ocean and the sound of the waves crashing had soothed them into sleep in a matter of seconds.

"Please help yourself with anything. Letty and Benjamin clearly went out of their way this morning" Y/N didn't have to be asked twice. She was starving and a very particular cream cheese bagel with smoke salmon had been luring her since she had stepped outside.

"We were just talking about the boys" Allison filled her in as she continued shoving watermelon into her mouth.

Just as expected the bagel that Y/N had been divine. The cream cheese was fluffy and didn't even taste store-bought. Her taste buds were in the middle of a flavor party when Amy approached to refill the cups of coffee.

"Tell me about Harry" Mrs. Styles questioned, intrigued about her son. Sure, she spoke to him and went out to lunch with him, but Mrs. Styles was completely oblivious to how his private life worked or the type of life he carried. "Is he sleeping enough? Is he eating the right way and nourishing his body? how about his coffee consumption? Has he quit?"

Y/N eyes widen in response to being bombarded with questions. She took a few more bites as she tried to come up with the answers. It doesn't take her long to realize that she had no idea because she didn't know and because he hasn't shared.

"Well..." She gulped, wiping the corners of her mouth. "To be brutally honest, Harry barely talks to me about his work or anything related to it. He works sometimes until late hours but he is an early riser too. So, I assume he is tired, but he never shares how much. He brushes it off".

"Harry isn't the type of man that opens up, mother. You should know that by now" Allison rolled her eyes, annoyed that she was acting like she suffered from amnesia.

"I just wished he had changed"

"How is he supposed to change? When he has to face dad all the time, huh?" Allison snorted, her voice more rigid and more snappy.

"What are you talking about?" Y/N leaned forward; intrigued.

"Tell her. She deserves to know. She is part of Harry's life now"The younger woman encouraged her mother. Her voice was shaky, but her eyebrows were knitted and her jaw still clenched. Allison took off her sunglasses and revealed her expressive eyes, baring her to Y/N. She wanted full transparency. "My father is a recovering alcoholic, Y/N".

"He has been sober since Harry took over the company. He is not the same man, Allison" Mrs. Styles protested, clearly still in love with her husband. And yet still so blinded so much that she was willing to look past his mistakes. To forgive all the atrocities that he had ever committed.

It felt like the sun had hidden and the dark cloud had taken over the sky and Allison's eyes were watery.

"He used to come home drunk off his ass and he would pick up a fight with anyone that crossed him which was usually my mom. Then Harry would step in when things would get heated and he would beat the crap out of him." Allison sniffed as she revisited the painful memories. "Then the abuse wouldn't just stop there because my dad would also beat him for crying because of the pain". Her mind went to the memory of her taking care of broken Harry and holding him through the pain afterward.

It was quiet for seconds that felt like hours as everyone around the table tried to digest the news.

"That's what broke him, mom. The constant physical d mental abuse that he endured just to keep us safe. I think it's time for you to be honest with yourself"

Y/N wiped her tears as she realized that she had been crying all the time.

"She is right" Mrs. Styles sniffed with an apologetic smile. "I'll never forgive myself for ever allowing Richard to put his hands on Harry".

"Damn" Allison sniffed as she slipped on her sunglasses. "This is a rough introduction to our family. I am sorry, Y/N".

"I never would've guessed. He is so well put together"

"You can thank the hundredths of dollars spent in therapy" Allison joked, "It obviously didn't erase his memories, but helped him cope and live with them"

It now all made sense to her. The guilt he felt and the need to be always present for Oliver, derived from all the abuse. The hatred towards his father and the change of mood around him and how closed of he had always been around his family. Harry was a protector.

"I need a drink" Allison said as she interrupted the heavy thinking that everyone was doing.

"It's only ten, Allison," Mrs. Styles remarked, sitting up straight on her seat. She was back to her usual self. Y/N found it astonishing her ability to forget, forgive and move on. She wasn't the type to hold grudges, but this one should never be forgotten.

"It's five o'clock somewhere and I am a grown-ass woman" Allison waved to Amy to approach her. "The boys are on their way. We should wrap up here and change". She said as she checked Nate's latest text.

"We shall" Mrs. Styles was the first on her feet, followed by the young women.

Allison threw her arm over Y/N shoulder as they walked barefoot through the grass and into the house.

"Can you send me a glass of white Chardonnay up to my room please?" Allison asked Amy when they walked past her. "She has always had a huge crush on Harry. Don't be surprised if she acts like a little bitch". She whispered after getting a glare from Amy.

"Doesn't surprise me. I am used to them by now" Y/N giggled just before going their separate ways.

Y/N locked herself in the bathroom, she splashed her face with some cold water, still not believing the difficult conversation that she had experienced. It felt surreal to her. He was everything that she had ever dreamt of in a man. He was gentle, careful, hardworking, and dedicating. He was all that amongst such a dark past. Other men would use it as an excuse for their reckless behaviors but not him. He had swallowed his feelings, his fears for the sake of his own family.

She sighed loudly, hanging the towel she just used to dry her face. As she changed into a mint color bikini, she kept thinking about how she was going to approach the situation. She wasn't going to tell him. She was just going to wait for him. In no way she was going to push him to share. It needed to be on his own time.

Y/N caught Harry's reflection through the mirror as she tied the sides of her bikini bottoms. He stood against the frame of the door just like the day he had caught her in the bathtub. His cheeky smile was prominent as his eyes ranked and roam her body.

"Hi" She whispered as they locked eyes through the mirror. He licked his bottom lip as his eyes drifted back to her behind.

"Hey" He smiled, taking the first step towards her. Harry stood close enough for her to feel his body heat, yet kept his hands to himself. "How come I haven't seen this before?" He referred to the bikini.

"You've never invited me to the beach or the pool" Y/N answered truthfully, slightly fiddling wh the leftover string. "Are you going to touch me?" His smirk grew, and that's when she understood that he was playing a game.

"Mm — I think I might just make you beg for it" He whispered close to her hot skin.

"Oh! Then I guess I'll just finish getting ready" YN shrugged and acted unbothered even though she craved his touch badly.

Y/N stood on the wooden deck, perplexed by the immensity of the boat. Harry had failed to mention that it wasn't a modest, family boat, but a 200 feet luxury yacht. She felt out of place as she embarking on the monstrosity. Y/N had ditched her sandals on the dock before she was helped on the main deck. She carried two bags that Mrs. Styles had asked her to carry.

"Can I help you with those bags, Miss?" A young man approached her.

"Thank you" She accepted his offer and handed them off.

"Lovie" Harry exhaled as he wrapped his arms around her waist; startling her for a second. She felt his warm lips against the skin below her ear, an instant shiver running down her back. "Did you bring a sweater or something to cover with?" His fingers glazed her uncovered shoulders.

"No — what for?" Y/N eyes were glued to Allison that was attempting to open a package of pita chips that she had brought from home. And just as he said, it could get a bit chilly while navigating; Allison busted the bag open and the chips went flying all over.

"Fuck" She hissed, dropping to her knees. Nate was too busy to notice his fiance struggling to pick everything from the floor. Luckily, Mrs. Styles had witnessed her little act.

"Why didn't you use scissors or something?" Mrs. Styles asked with one hand on her hip. It was enough to make Allison burst out laughing along with her.

"You better pick up every single crumble off the floor. This isn't your fucking house where you can keep all your shit lying around" Mr. Styles snapped as he walked past her on his way to the second deck of the yacht. The entire family quieted down and the mood shifted. Mr.Styles even had the audacity to step on chips only making a bigger mess. Harry instantly tensed up and took a step towards him but Y/N took a hold of him by his wrist before he could go after him.

"I didn't bring a sweater. Will you keep me warm?" She asked, diverting his attention, wrapping her arms around his neck.

"Always. Just say the word" His body relaxed a bit and a small smile reappeared.

"Hey lovebirds, we need some help over here" Allison exclaimed from across the deck. Y/N tore herself away from Harry and dropped to her knees beside her.

"Thank you"

"You know you could have just asked for scissors, right?"

"I am not talking about the pita chips" Allison's hand stopped her own from picking up any from the floor. Her expression was soft and gentle. She looked hurt and melancholic and that's when Y/N understood that she was referring to stopping Harry from getting into a fight with his father.

"It's okay" Y/N ran a hand down her back. For a minute, Allison allowed her emotions to take over and anyone with eyes could tell that she was about to cry. Nate finally joined the pick-up committee just before any tears slipped down her face.

"Can we please settled on the sun deck, close to the jacuzzi?"

"Of course sweetheart. Now get up from the floor. I'll get someone from the crew to finish"

The sun deck was at the top floor of the yacht. On both sides of the sundeck, comfortable sitting areas were situated. The beige cushions were decorated with different pillows and in the middle of the deck, sat a bark with a small kitchen. Finally, on the left side, a beautiful wooden dining room table for eating had been placed. On that same side, there was a bathroom, exempting the guest from walking downstairs and looking for one. It was convenient.

Allison led the way and chose the side closest to the jacuzzi. She took off her clothes, revealing a stunning red bikini. It was a piece from Alessandro's collection. Her body was tanned and toned. She was the type of woman that preferred to go on a jog than staying home and binge-watch Netflix.

Mrs. Styles settled on another sofa. Meanwhile, Nate was looking for a crew member to get their order.

Y/N sat on the couch across from Allison, facing the back of the boat. Harry was leaning over the railing looking at the dark ocean beneath. From Y/N's point of view, he looked so perfect that he seemed almost fake. He wore his sunglasses, his hair was being slightly blown back and his jawline was prominent and sharp.

"Stop drooling over him" Allison joked as she caught her eye-fucking her brother. Y/N shook her head at her and tried her best not to get flushed.

"Welcome abroad!" James appeared with a big smile. He was dressed exactly like the rest of the crew with a white polo shirt and khaki shorts. He was around his fifties and held an IPad under his arm. "I am so happy to have everyone aboard"

"James — how is the family?" Mrs. Styles asked.

"The family is doing great, Mrs. Styles"

"Wonderful"

"It's so nice to see you, Mr. Styles. I have seen you here in quite some time" Harry politely smiled and shook his hand before settling on the same couch as Y/N.

"It certainly has. James this is my girlfriend, Y/N Y/L/N"

"Welcome aboard! Now, what can I get started for all of you?" He said unlocking his IPad.

"I would love for some of your famous artichoke and spinach dip and an apple martini" Nate followed by ordering a gin and tonic. Whilst Mrs. Styles ordered a spritzer.

"I'll just have a beer. In a chilled glass. Lovie?"

"A piña colada?" Harry smiled and nodded.

"Of course. I'll be back with everything in a little bit" James said as he vigorously typed on his IPad before leaving.

The yacht had finally taken off and the family had been blessed with a sunny and warm day. Y/N felt how her skin got hotter under the sun and even though she had applied sunblock, she could already tell that she was going to burn.

Harry had discarded his shirt and shoes. He laid beside her with his long legs intertwined with hers as he checked his emails and messages from the company.

"What are you doing?" She asked as she shut her book and laid it over her chest. He had a slight frown and kept ferociously tapping the screen of his phone. She leaned in and poked his pursed lips.

"Just some work. Nothing too important" He took one of his hands off his phone to run it through his hair. "You are staring".

"I hate that I can't see your eyes" Y/N commented as she slightly rolled over him, throwing her leg over his and pressing her chin against his chest.

"I'll show you mine if I show you me yours" He grinned, turning back to his screen.

"Are we still talking about our eyes?" Harry laughed heavily causing her to laugh too. It was refreshing for her to see him so carefree. He blocked his phone and reached for her. His massive hands cupped her face and pressed his forehead against hers.

"We could always talk about how badly I want to take you downstairs and have my way with yeh" He exhaled, his eyes yearned lust. Harry could only hope she would take him up on the offer. "I need you".

"Your family is here" Y/N felt herself getting flushed at his indecent proposal.

"So what? I don't see the problem" He kissed the corner of her lips, trying to persuade her. "Good god, you smelled so fucking good pet"

"Food is here!" Allison cried, startling them and causing the couple to pull away. She pushed sleepy Nate off her and jumped towards the table where the crew was starting to serve the food and drinks.

"I'll get our drinks" Y/N offered, pulling the sides of her bikini as she raised on her feet.

"Just say the word!" Harry yelled after her with a sly grin.

"What is he talking about?" Y/N shugged as she fetched the drinks. On her way back she could feel his intense gaze on her as she struggled to balance the drinks with the constant swell of the boat.

"You alright?" He teased as he reached out for the drinks.

"Your sister just asked me what we were talking about"

"What do you say, huh?"

There was an extensive list of things that Harry could persuade Y/N to do. In this case, he was slowly convincing her to have sex. His gentle and subtle touch, kisses, and sexual innuendos were enough to make her ache for his touch. His hot breath close to her ear; the scent of his expensive cologne and aftershave instantly made her weak to her knees. She turned her head just to get a better look at him, she wanted to get a good look at the perpetrator of her sudden arousal.

And just as her lips parted for her to give him the answer he so craved, Allison called out for her.

"Would you like to go jet skiing with me?"

Harry loved her sister, but at that very moment, he wanted to make her disappear. His hard-on and his very tight swimming shorts made it harder for him to concentrate on anything else but her. Since his eyes had landed on Y/N in the bathroom, he had been craving her soft skin against his. He had almost forgotten how good she looked naked. Hell — if it were up to him, she would never wear clothes in his presence. Her delicate skin deserved to be worshiped and praised by the world. However, he was a greedy son of birth, and would never allow anyone else to touch her.

Harry had also noticed that she wanted him just as much. Her legs were tightly closed and her breathing had changed; it was more ragged.

Allison was a cockblock in his book and there was no denying it.

Harry took a big gulp of his beer, trying to distract himself from the temporary hate that he felt towards his sister.

Y/N sat up straight, thankful that Allison had interrupted them. She wanted him, but also enjoyed teasing him. Harry was always in control and it felt nice that she was in charge of a change.

"That actually sounds really fun" Harry gave her hips a gentle squeeze, annoyed that she had agreed.

"Don't you want to have something to eat before you go, darling? You'll need some energy" He tried to buy himself some time. He just needed a little taste of her, enough to get him through the day.

"Please" Allison scoffed, "It's jetskiing not the Olympics, dumbass”

"The sun is too hot" Harry added, "Just wait until the sun has come down a bit" He wrapped both arms around Y/N's waist as he watched his sister getting up from her seat. He could see that she wasn't going to back out and how it was going to be a tough argument to win. Allison Styles was just as or more argumentative than her brother. Hence why she had gone to school to perfect it and had become a lawyer thanks to her gift.

"I am sure we have sunblock onboard, Harry. We'll just apply some" She crossed her arms across her chest as she stood at the end of their couch. Allison couldn't understand why her brother seemed to be coming up with every excuse in the book not to jetski.

"Fine" He snapped and sighed, "I'll help you apply it. Just to make sure that it's properly done and that you are fully covered" Y/N shook her at his stubbornness and stood up.

Allison squeaked and pulled her towards the back of the boat where the jetskis were at.

"Ridiculous," Harry said to himself.

"She is the sister that she never had, Harry. Let Allison enjoy her" Mrs. Styles tried to make him comprehend. Although she loved hearing jealous clingy his son had become just for his girlfriend. He had never shown that much interest in anyone that wasn't family. Y/N obviously brought happiness and joy into his rigorous lifestyle.

"She is my girlfriend. I want to enjoy her" He said under his breath. "I'll just go make sure that they have applied sunscreen" Harry looked over at Nate, but he was upside down enjoying a late afternoon nap. Harry could already hear him complaining about his sunburn.

Harry walked in on Allison buckling her lifejacket while the rest of the crew scrambled around the deck, lowing the jet skis into the water and making sure everything was working. Y/N had her lifejacket around her, but she was trying to figure out how to lengthen the straps that went over her bust.

He slapped her hands away from the straps, earning a loud frustrating sight from her.

"Thank you" She looked up at his slight frown and pursed her lips as he tried to untangle the mess that she had caused. His sunglasses were over his head and she could tell that he had already gotten slightly burned over the bridge of his nose and cheekbones. Harry leaned closer and slid his arms around her bare torso. He rested his head on her shoulder as he straightened out the back.

"Remember our first night together?" Y/N smiled, "You looked heavenly when you came all over my dick" His cold fingers maneuvered around the straps of her top and lifejacket. "I should have taken you against the window. Should have pressed your bare body against the cold glass just so the entire city could have seen how beautiful you look when you cum" Harry wasted no time in pulling away and harshly yanking on the straps of the jacket. For a second, the strength of the yank makes her lose her footing, but she quickly sticks her leg out to stop herself from falling over him.

"What are you playing at, Mr. Styles?" She chewed her lips as his fingers glazed the top of her breaks he finally buckled the lifejacket.

"Why are you resisting me?" Harry pressed his lips firmly together as he took a sunscreen bottle into his hands. "I don't remember declining last time" He squirted some on his hands then rubbed them against one another.

Harry knew he had to step up his game. He was spending too much time in the office rather than in bed with her. They had only had sex one time. He blamed himself entirely. He hadn't been making enough time for her. In that very same spot, he promised that things were going to change.

"In fact, I remember you begging me to make love to you at some point" His hands began the dutiful task of lathering the sunscreen all over her gentle skin. Her cheeks turned crimson red and she bit her lips as he dropped to his knees in front of her and his hands made their way down her thighs. She remained quiet as he ran his hands all over her skin.

Harry made sure that every square inch of her body was properly covered. He refrained from giving her ass a squeeze and slap because of the presence of his sister and crew but he wants to so badly.

"I asked you a question, lovie" Harry stood back up and stared down into her eyes. His fingers gripped her chin forcing her eyes on his. He could see the lust and desire her eyes held.

"I guess I just want to play first" She shrugged. The corners of his mouth curved upwards into a cheeky smile.

"I always get what I want, Ms. Y/L/N" He brushed his nose with his, "But if you want to play then I guess we will"

“Are you done?" Allison snapped, already sitting on her jetski, waiting for them to finish. Y/N pulled away and walked over the edge of the boat.

"Be careful" He warned from the boat as the crew helped her on. Y/N nodded at him before leaning over and gripping the handles and jetting off.

Harry walked back to the front where Mrs. Styles was already leaning over the edge of the yacht, watching the two women speed down. Harry kept his eyes on Y/N's jetski as she raced his sister. He could hear their loud laughs and see their big smiles as they drove past each other.

They were really enjoying each other's company and Harry now regretted not joining them, especially after Y/N approached the boat. She was leaning forward, back arched making her ass stick out, but what infuriated him the most was that she was oblivious to the effect that she had on him.

Harry forced himself to tear his eyes from her and settled back down where he previously sat with her. He decided to submerge himself into work just so he could distract himself from her.

And it isn't until he has her dripping water in front of him that he looks up.

Y/N hair was dripping wet creating a puddle by her feet, her skin covered in goosebumps and glistening. Her lifejacket was unbuckled giving him the perfect view of her breast. Her breathing was still heavy as she tried to catch her breath from her previous rush of adrenaline. She was a mess, but he still found her enticing.

"Did you have fun?" Harry asked as his eyes flipped back and forth between her and the email that was trying to compose.

"Very much. You should have come" He nodded as he typed quickly. Y/N took the opportunity to lean over and run her fingers down one of his legs. "H".

"Yes?" He hummed back but doesn't look. She hated when he ignored her. "Is there something you need?"

"Just one thing"

"Are you hungry or something?" Harry re-read the same email for the hundredth time. He wanted to make sure that it was properly written and that his tone was clear.

"Very" Her manicured hands teased the inside of his calf. Her gesture didn't go unnoticed by Harry, yet the email was substantially important.

"Just ask Richard. He'll get you whatever you want, lovie"

"This is not on the menu. It is something that only you can give me" Y/N whispered as she continued dripping water all over the couch. Harry sent the email and blocked his phone. His eyes met hers and instantly caught on to what she was asking him for.

"Greddy little thing, aren't you?" Y/N pursed her lips as she pulled away from his touch. "It's only when you want it, isn't it?" He crossed his arms across her chest. "I should just leave you to fend for yourself" It is then he noticed that Allison was back and trying to wake up Nate.

"I'll just take care of myself then" She shrug as she walked towards the stairs.

"The hell you aren't!" Harry was quickly on his feet, "I'm going to show Y/N the rest of the boat" Harry said with a laugh as he gripped her hand.

"Don't take too long. We are about to have lunch" Mrs. Styles called out as they disappeared down the stairs.

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“You are going to get the bed wet” Y/N giggled as Harry gently threw her on a freshly made, queen bed. She propped herself up on her elbows just to get a good look at his back as he locked the bedroom. She still couldn't believe that the boat had five bedrooms including the master room. His back muscles tensed up before he turned back around to face her.

“I couldn’t care less” He leaned down and yanked her by her ankle to the edge of the bed to where he stood. She could feel his eyes burning holes on her skin as he stared her down. She only hoped that she didn't look like a wet fish on dry land.

He helped her out of her lifejacket before tossing it somewhere on the floor. Harry observed the water droplets sliding down her chest and abdomen. Her hair was pushed back giving him easy access to her neck. He was torn with what he should start with.

“Turn over” He demanded as he leaned back against the closet doors. Y/N watched him nervously, curious about what he is going to do with her. She slowly turned around on all fours giving him the perfect view of her ass. “Facedown — chest on the bed and ass up in the air”

Y/N laid her chest, the side of her face against the white bedsheets while she arched her back, raising her hips and ass. No one had ever taken her from behind, let alone in this position. His stern, demanding, and sharp voice was enough to make her ache. She doesn’t have to check to know that she was already dripping wet for him.

“Spread your legs for me. Let me see you” Y/N couldn't see him, but she could hear him and feel his intense gaze on her. She obeyed him and parted her legs giving him a better look at what she had between her legs. She quietly waited for his next command, but it never came. Therefore, she began lightly swinging her hips side to side trying to soothe her arousal.

“H” She managed to say before she felt the pain from his palm against her ass. She widen her eyes, surprised at the strange sensation and burn that the slap has caused within her. It is painful, but it slowly turns into pleasure.

“You continue to disobey me, Y/N” Harry landed her another on her opposite cheek. He didn't want to cause her any pain. So, he massaged the skin of her previously slapped cheek. “And I don’t like that” Harry slapped her again, earning a low moan from her. He smiled in satisfaction as he noticed her smooth skin turning a light shade of red. Harry leaned down and pressed his lips against each of her butt cheeks. His hands made their way to the sides of her bikini bottoms. He pulled on a single string and it instantly managed to fall apart.

She felt completely exposed to him; vulnerable even. In a way, it’s slightly humiliating, but Harry’s soft groans caused by the plain sight of her make her feel empowered and beautiful. He stepped back, restricting himself from touching her. He wanted her so badly, but first, he wanted her to beg for him.

“Touch yourself” Harry could see without any strain that she was dripping wet.

“Wait what?” She asked outraged by his request. She thought she might have heard him wrong.

“I say touch yourself Y/N. Just like you threaten me you were going to” She bit her lip as she reached down and back. Her fingers slowly play with the inside of her thighs.

“Harry”

“Did I stutter? I said touch yourself. I am not going to repeat myself” This time his voice was more harsh and rough. She felt embarrassed about what she was going to do. This was another first for her — no one had ever seen her pleasure herself before. So then — she began.

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Sanguine 1 (HS)

Summary: The time has come for the new heir of the De Santis famiglia to be proclaimed. Stephano De Santis has ruled for forty-seven years, one of the five families that compose the Italian Mafia. The new boss is calculating, cold, precise, never driven by emotion. Even though he isn’t Stephano’s biological son; Harry Styles has been groomed to follow his footsteps since he was first adopted. As Harry’s last task he is sent to the Agostini’s to do what he does best, extract information in the shortest time possible. Ainhoa Cortez happened to be at the wrong place in the wrong time when she is kidnapped by the Agostini and set to be sold to the highest bidder. She is being held captive in their dungeon, right beside the cell of the man who Harry seems to be “convincing to talk”. Will he be captivated by her beauty? Will she get tangled in the webs of the mafia? Will she swear Omertá and keep quiet about the business that the family holds behind close doors and become one or will she turn in Harry and his family?

Author’s note: Hellooo, this is our first chapter of the serie. Please let us know if you like it and what you are looking forward the most. ASK IF YOU WANT TO BE ADDED TO THE TAG LIST!

DISCLAIMER NEITHER OF US SPEAK ITALIAN! We speak english, spanish and a bit of french, but NOT ITALIAN. All translations come from google translator, so if you have a problem take it up with him! Enough said, we hope you like it!! Enjoy!

Word count: 3.5K

warnings: cursing, violence, talk about sexual abuse

taglist: @mellamolayla, @hopefullimaginer123, @brockdolan

It's too quiet, sufficient to hear the thoughts of the people in the room. The moans and groans from the pain inflicted can no longer be heard. His body is crouched on the floor, silently asking for mercy from the perpetrator. Blood oozes out of the freshly made wounds on his face. The smell of iron lingers in the air.

“Per favore” He prays to be released. Even though he knows it’s worthless. He has heard the stories and the rumors that come along with the name of his aggressor.

He stands up straight, wiping the blood that stains his hands, just as much as his mind. He turns his back on the man that he has been torturing for the last two days.

“Sit him up,” He says harshly, leaving no room for negotiation or contradictions. The aloof man begins the task of unrolling the sleeves of his white shirt. Mindful that today he is going to put an end to the man’s suffering.

“I won’t say anything” He has been tied to a chair. He doesn’t have to be a fortune teller to know what’s coming next. He is desperate whereas the man that holds his life in his hands seems to be more concerned about keeping his attire clean.

In matters of seconds, a gun is drawn to him, pointed straight to the space between his eyebrows.

“No one ever steals from the De Santis, Marco. You should’ve known better” The air piercing gunshot echoes through the room.

It only takes the man a few seconds to compose himself and assimilate that he has taken another life. His callousness is no surprise to the men in the room. After all, he has been groomed to be a cold-blooded man since he was three, by his father —the mafia boss.

”Clean this shit up” Harry Styles snaps just before departing.

The men gather in the dimmed room. The announcement of the meeting had been unusual and abrupt. The unforeseen change of plans had created a sudden panic to spread down the halls of the manor. Surely, a few rumors had started going from mouth to mouth, terrorizing the most vulnerable members of la famiglia.

He is one of the last men to arrive. He strides into the room in all his might. With his head held up high, his jaw clenched and his mouth set in a hard line. He takes his rightful place on the table— one seat to the right side of the Boss. He regrets not pouring himself a drink before settling down. Now it’s too late — the room is too crowded.

Stefano De Santis — the patriarch of the family makes his way in. Instantly causing everyone to grow silent and still. He is followed by his capo bastone and most trusted friend — Victor Ricci.

“Buongiorno a tutti” He greets his men before settling down at the head of the table. “There are some matters I would like to discuss, but first I need to know what’s the situation with the next shipment” He leans back, elbows pressed on the arms of the chair and fingers intertwined with his own.

“The shipment was supposed to leave today, but some discrepancies surged” Stefano’s mouth switches at his oldest son’s words.

“Why wasn’t I informed?” All eyes shift to Marcelo, waiting for a plausible explanation. His oldest prevails silent, with his head down. Not knowing what to say. “Harry?” .

“The shipment was supposed to leave today, but the payment was never met. Yesterday we were finally able to agree” The bruises on his knuckles are the only evidence of the type of agreement that he had settled between them. The way the corners of Stefano’s mouth turn up reveals he has gotten the answer he wants to hear.

“Good” Stefano hates putting his sons as an example, but unfortunately sometimes he has to. “No more mishaps, Marcello. If it’s too much then step down. I am sure someone can take care of your responsibilities” He scolds him with narrowed eyes.

Harry can feel the eyes of his oldest brother on him, burning him like the sun on a hot summer day. But he doesn’t care, he is used to it. Harry isn’t oblivious to the hatred that Marcello holds towards him. It has always been there ever since he first stepped into their house. It is all jealousy. Even though Harry is not biologically a Di Santis, he is loved and cared for as one. Marcello has always seen him as his father’s favorite. His father trusts him more than anyone else, and that infuriates him.

“Yes boss,” said Marcello as he clenches his fists under the table, his eyes wander off his father’s gaze unto Harry's, giving him a deadly glance. “Very well then, report back to me when the shipment reaches its destination. Now that we have discussed this, there is something else I would like to inform you” The crowd goes silent. “I gathered you all today to inform you that I will be stepping down from the family business and I have chosen who will be my successor” Marcello’s eyes widened over the unexpected announcement, this is his moment, if his father chooses him he will prove him what he is capable of.

“After much deliberation, I've come to the decision that my son— Harry will be taking my place”. The moment feels surreal to Stefano. He has been the Boss for forty-seven years. He is retiring earlier than his father and grandfather did. Everyone could thank Francesca Di Santis — his wife. She had convinced him. ”You are dismissed”.

As expected the men sitting around the table, remained in their seats. The air feels thick enough to be cut with a butter knife and all the tension radiated from one particular man.

“Why?” He growls. He is fuming. He feels like he has been injected with venom. He can’t believe his father’s audacity. How could he have picked someone that wasn’t even his own blood? Someone who had no right — He wonders.

“I don’t need to explain myself to you, Marcello. I am still your father and most importantly the boss. You do as I say” Stefano he had seen this coming.

He and Francesca had discussed it the night prior. They do that sort of thing. Stefano never takes an important decision without consulting his wife first. Her opinion plays a big role in the way that the household runs. And they had come into a consensual decision. Marcello can never be the boss.

Unfortunately, something had gone wrong with the way they had raised Marcello. He is too selfish, irresponsible, impulsive and very hot headed. Marcello had been spoiled. And they aren’t proud of it.

On the other hand, Harry is calculating. He is never driven by emotions. He is able to make tough decisions without crumbling. And more importantly, Harry always puts his family first. Stefano had shown him the ugly and the good of the family business. Surely, he had spoiled him, but never to the same degree as Marcello. Harry knows what struggling is.

“Son — you only have to make one decision today. Who will be your capo bastone?” Harry’s eyes shift over to Alessandro Ricci; his close friend from childhood and most trusted man.

“It goes without saying” Alessandro nods back in response.

“It would be an honor” Victor reaches out and pats his son on the back before guiding out of the room. There is family business to discuss.

“Congratulations, bro” Niccolo throws his arm over his older brother. He knows that there is no one fitter for the job. “Wait until Chiara finds out. She’ll go nuts” Niccolo is closer to Harry than to any of his other siblings. He has always looked up to him. He is amazed at his drive, determination and discipline.

“Grazie Nicco” Harry gives him a half- smile. He still doesn’t know how to feel about it. He is proud of himself, but there is a feeling that lays heavy within him. Is it fear? that he won’t be able to fill in his father's shoes? — he asks himself. Tough challenges lay ahead of him.

Stefano can’t ignore Marcello’s heavy gaze any longer. He has tried to keep himself cool for the sake of his youngest. But enough is enough. He won’t continue to allow that sort of disrespect.

“Nicco go tell your sister, please” is all he says before the three men are left alone.

“How could you choose him? I am the oldest! And he isn’t even our blood?!” Marcello badgers, pointing fingers at his brother.

“I am glad you finally grew some balls to say it to my face” Harry chuckles. He couldn’t care any less what his brother thought. He found it entertaining. He loves getting under his skin. Especially when he throws his tantrums and makes himself look like an idiot.

“You are just choosing him because he is your little bitch. You know nothing! Your men are probably laughing behind your back right now” It’s as if someone has dropped a bomb within the room. It takes Harry two strides to get into Marcello’s face. His breathing has picked up, his jaw is clenched and the small smile he held has disappeared.

“Don’t you ever fucking disrespect our father in front of me! Who the fuck you think you are talking to?!” He roars. Stefano lays a hand on his son’s shoulder in hopes to calm him down.

“Don’t waste your breath, son. It’s all nonsense”

“Fucking asshole” Harry’s cold eyes remain on him for a few minutes before turning away from Marcello. His hand rises in the air; pointing towards the door. “Get the fuck out”.

It’s only when the door shuts that Harry can finally breathe again. His father is still the Boss and demanded respect until his last breath.

“Congratulations, figlio mio” He smiles brightly at him. “Didn’t I tell you that one of these days of this would be yours? The day has come” The memories from Stefano sitting him on the leather chair in his office when he was only five; flood Harry’s mind. “You got a long road ahead of you” Stefano gently slaps his face with the hand that holds the family heirloom ring. The same ring that identifies the Boss and will soon be his. “But remember hungry dogs are never logal” Referring to the betrayal and hypocrisy that came along with the job.

“Hm how could I forget?” Stefano chuckles, not worried one bit about Harry’s future as boss.

“I do need you to help me with one last thing. The Agostini have found a mole within their state. It seems like the Morelli are behind it. Lucas has asked for your assistant immediately. Fly out tonight and make sure to take Alessandro and a few men with you. Just in case it gets ugly” For the last three years things between the five families have been tranquil. But lately red flags have started flaring up and evidence has pointed to the Morelli.

“Yes sir. I’ll leave right away”.

Luca Agostini stands by the entrance of his estate. He wears an all-black suit with no tie. His hair is messy, looking like he has run his fingers several times through it. The situation he finds himself in is difficult, to say the least. The mole had been right under his nose the entire time. He had been in his house, near his fiance, listening to the conversations about the business and other families. Luca fears any confidential information between the families getting out. His family safety would be at stake.

“Welcome,” he smiles at Harry as he gets out of the car, followed by Alessandro. ”It’s good to see you man” Luca had been unfortunate and hadn't been able to crack the man. He wished to know what he had learned and most importantly, who had sent him. Unfortunately, he is a bit rusty with his techniques. Hence, why he had reached out for Harry’s help. He could break anyone.

“Good to see you too. What’s it been, six months?” It had been that long since they had met for a similar circumstance. Hopefully, it doesn't last as long as last time. It had taken them twenty four hours last time to get the man to talk.

”Something like that. How was your flight?” Luca asks, turning his attention to Alessandro.

“Long and boring” Alessandro responds after hugging Lucas.

“I guess congratulations are in order” He had heard the news and they hadn't surprised him. It was expected. He was just surprised that Stefano had stepped down as soon as he had.

“Thank you. Now, where is he?” Harry is tired and just wants to get it over with.

They start walking into the state “would you like something to eat or to drink?” He asked as they made their way into the dungeon.

“No thanks, let’s just get this over with” Harry hated pleasantries, especially when he was working. It had nothing to do with the people, he just didn't like to mix pleasure with work, it made it messier.

Ainhoa Cortez finds herself in one of those never in a million chance situations that parents warn their kids when going to Europe. She had arrived a week ago from Madrid with her three best friends from college. Everything had gone according to plan. However, Ainhoa hadn’t noticed that from the very first day someone had been watching her, luring from the shadows. She had gone out dancing and drinking to a nearby club with them. At the end of the night, they had ditched her for some hot Italian men. She didn’t blame them. They deserved to have some fun since it was their last night. Her phone was dead from taking pictures and videos by the time she left the club. Therefore, she couldn’t call a car service and found herself stranded. Ainhoa decided to walk. After all, the hotel was a few minutes away.

The whole ordeal had happened in matters of seconds. She had heard a car pull over, and she picked up the passe. Unfortunately, the men that had taken her where double her size and had done this a few hundred times. Everything went black and she was dragged into what she though was the car.

She had caught the attention of none other than Enzo Carpenteri; the capo bastone of Luca Agostini. He had first seen her while he enjoyed an espresso in a coffee shop across from her hotel. She had crossed the street, carelessly enjoying her time at the Italian capital with no knowledge that a man of his caliber was watching. He decided that very first morning that he had to have her. So, then he waited for the perfect time to pounce and rip her apart from the life she knew.

So, there she is, chained to wall like some animal. Deprived from her basic necessities until God knows when. The first night had been horrible especially because she had no idea where she was being kept. Enzo had made sure that she was kept blindfolded the entire time. He had touched her in the way that no woman should ever be touched. Little did she know that he had speared her that night, but the second day he didn’t hold back. He left her that night, on the damp floor, with what was left of her dress. It had taken her three days to get an idea of where she was and figure out the routine of the men that had kidnapped her.

She was kept in a cell in the Agostini dungeon, away from Enzo’s wife who was oblivious to the type of man that she had married.

Ainhoa pulls on the chains as soon as she hears the door open. She is surprised at the unexpected visit. Enzo and his men were earlier than usual. She gets the farther away from the door as if that would help. She recognizes most of voices except from two, one is definitely Italian whilst the other has an English accent.

Harry walks beside Luca as they make their way down the dark, wet hall. They take a turn and come across the cell of the man that Harry has a date with. He sits on a wooden chair with his head down, fatigued from the last time that he had been visited.

“Is this him? Really?” Harry asks with a laugh. “You made me travel all the way here for this motherfucker?” Luca tried not smile as one of his man attempts to open the cell for them. “He doesn’t seem that tough to break”. At plain view the man seems weaker than the men that Harry is used to deal with.

“We’ve been working on him for three days” Luca adds as all his men enter the cell and stand only a few feet away from him. Harry can see how much work they had put into breaking him. It wasn’t impressive, and he just knew that they were going to have so much fun. Enzo walks behind the man and pull his head up by his hair.

“Harry Styles?” The man recognizes him instantly, whilst Harry is taking off his jacket and folding up his sleeves.

“Mr. Popular” Alessandro smirks as he starts setting up the tools. Harry chuckles as he takes two steps closer towards him and squats down to his eye level.

“Guess I’ll skip all the pleasantries then” Harry’s eyes drift to the knots that kept his hands and feet tied to the chair. He wants to make sure that he is property tied before he begins. Since things always get a bit hectic. “Who the fuck sent you?”.

She hears the agonizing screams for hours making her scared for her own life. To the point that she finds herself crying for the unknown man. She only hopes that she isn’t next. Ainhoa can hear them speak through the shouts, but can’t figure out what they are talking about because of the language barrier.

Suddenly the screams come to a halt and the dungeon grows uncomfortably quiet.

“Who’s this?” Harry says as he stands outside her cell, wiping his hands.

“Just some girl that we are selling” Luca honestly has no idea why she was even there. Enzo had said something to him a few days ago, but he had been so busy that he had paid no attention to the matter.

“Why is she down here? Don’t you keep the whores upstairs?” Ainhoa shifts her weight on her feet as she feels uncomfortable by the attention of the men. She can’t see them watching her, but she can feel their burning gaze.

“I don’t know” he shrugs, “Enzo got her. It was his idea”.

“Isn’t Enzo married to Lorena?” Harry had even been invited to the wedding.

“Yeah so?” Before Harry can answer, Alessandro and Enzo join them.

“Ready to go?” Alessandro asks, desperately wanting to get back to the estate.

“How much for her?” It is dark, but from what he can see, she is quite attractive. He never buys whores. He finds it desperate. He has never needed help in that department.

“She isn’t for sale” Enzo snaps, Harry instantly turns towards him.

“Who the fuck asked you? Know your place” He is pissed. “You just said you were selling her. I’ll double the price”.

“What do you want her for?” Luca is intrigued by his sudden proposal.

“None of your fucking business. Do we have a deal?”

“Va bene” Luca signals the men to open her cell.

“I said she is not for sale!” Enzo shouts, forcing Harry to draw out his gun and point it at him.

“What is she to you?” Harry tilts his head sideways and that’s when he feels the cold metal from Luca’s gun against the back of his head. He sees Alessandro’s hand reach back in search for his. “Don’t” he commands.

“Put the gun down” Luca doesn’t understand why things have turn the way they had. He is confused to why Enzo is so adamant to sell her to Harry.

“I already promised her to someone” Enzo responds coldly and vaguely.

“Stop bullshitting me!” Harry spits, his patience running thin” It shouldn’t matter who she was promised to since I am paying double” Enzo keeps his mouth shut, not knowing how to get himself out of the situation. “Unchain and get her ready. We are leaving”.

Luca’s men start scrambling to get Ainhoa out of the cell. She is quiet and calm; too tired to resist. Just as she is being carried out, Enzo reaches out and yanks her towards him.

The sudden gesture is enough to make Harry shoot him. It’s chaos for a few seconds until everyone realizes what’s happening. Enzo falls on the ground, holding his leg as the pain shoots through his entire system.

“Tell me why I shouldn’t shoot you, right now?!” Luca yells as he shoves his gun closer to Harry’s skin.

“You don’t get it do you?” Harry smirks, “He didn’t kidnap her to sell. He kidnapped her for his own pleasure. Open your eyes, he is cheating on Lorena and that’s why he keeps her down here. Away from her”.

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