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1 Harry's POV - 3 months later
Dougie shoved me back into the bedroom, slamming me into a wall, attacking my mouth with his own. His hands fisted into my hoodie, yanking it off my shoulders and ripping off my top in a lust filled dash.
"What you did in there, with that knife, oh my Harry, that was delicious." Dougie giggled, fiddling with my belt.
"Well, I know how to please." I smirked, loosening his tie.
"Oh you do, and Daddy loves it." Dougie helped me get off his shirt, feverish kisses being placed all over.
But then, something vibrated in Dougie's pocket... Not a good thing vibrating either. Soon the sound of the Bee Gee's 'Staying Alive' rung out, spoiling the moment completely.
"Ugh, really, now? We're busy." Dougie grumbled, fishing the phone out and answering, listening to what the person on the other side was saying. "Say that again? Say that one more time and think very carefully about what you're telling me right now. It better be good or I will skiiiiiiiiiiiiin you and turn you into shoes, got it?" Dougie's face went from really quite turned on to the most terrifying mask of anger, twisting almost unrecognisably as he threatened the person on the other end of the line.
That was Dougie all over though, he was happy when business was going along swimmingly, but if things went wrong, he got angry. And when he made a threat, he meant it, and he really would follow through, seen him do it first hand, or done it for him several times too. Some would call it him being psychotic, he'd laugh, agree and continue on. Being psychotic kept people scared, people being scared kept them under his thumb, business got done when people were scared of their boss. More importantly, it got done well.
"Right I'm coming down. And when I get there you better have your facts straight, if this is another screw up with stops our trading in India I will not be pleased! I've spent years building up this business and if you've ruined it you'll be so sorry, the shoe holes will be made while you're still conscious!" Dougie hissed, shoving his shirt back on, straightening his tie and pulling on his jacket, running out the door, "Stay here Harry, I'll be back soon. Either that or I'll call you because I'm going to need your assistance in sorting out these morons." He raced out the door, slamming it behind him.
I sighed, wandering over to the window, watching him get into the blacked out car and drive off. After he'd left the mansion completely I turned and flopped onto the bed, staring at the ceiling. That was the second time this month we'd been interrupted when having sex, or just private time, by the business. Not that I minded the business, it was keeping me here, and occupied, and obviously with Dougie. Though, I did wish everyone working for him weren't so stupid. That was what you got when you worked with idiots and all the minions were idiots. Well, that and Dougie was a certified genius, he was honestly had the most incredible mind I'd ever seen.
Dougie knew everything about everybody, had eyes everywhere, and contacts across the world. He controlled crime, fixed crimes for others, controlled several gangs and drug rings, everything you could possibly think of, he knew someone who could make it happen. That wasn't what made him clever though, he was honestly cleverer than Einstein and Hawking put together, he was the most brilliant man I had ever met. Completely mad, absolutely sadistic and psychotic, but brilliant nonetheless.
I couldn't help but be attracted to him, he kept my boredom away by sending me on missions to get information out of gangs we didn't control, get more info out of some of our prisoners with some interesting methods. Sometimes I was sent out to assassinate someone too. But mostly I was Dougie's right hand man, his personal bodyguard if you will. I went almost everywhere with him, hiding in the shadows, checking for danger, dispatching of anybody who got in the way or posed a threat. Not that many people threatened Dougie, they didn't dare. And this had only started three months ago, time had gone so fast, he had taken over my life so fast. And somehow, we'd fallen into this relationship, where'd we blow off steam by having sex. I wasn't sure if we were a couple or not. Either way, I was actually quite happy with it. Me and my psychopath, the only Consulting Criminal in all of the world and his master assassin. It had a nice ring to it, don't you think?