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10 Dougie's POV

"Please! Stop!" Our captive cried out as Harry dragged a knife down his back.

"Why should we? You knew what would happen if you screwed up, and you screwed up royally. This is your punishment." I inspected my nails nonchalantly, pretending I wasn't loving every second of this. Harry hadn't worked on someone like this in a while, I missed seeing him work. Blood was splattered over his face and shirt, his muscles rippled as he moved; knife gripped in his hand like it was a part of his body. Never had he been more beautiful in my mind.

"I-I didn't mean to! I tried! T-Things went wrong, it wasn't me!" The man cried out again as Harry made another cut.

"But you were the one in charge; therefore you should have fixed it!" I growled, the man's stupidity annoying me. I hated stupid people who couldn't admit to their mistakes.

"I-I couldn't!" He cried again, wobbling on his feet from blood loss.

"Don't be obtuse, it's a terrible trait." I rolled my eyes, refusing to shout for the minute. I would start if he didn't start giving me answers that I liked, but for now I was keeping cool, mainly because Harry looked so damn delectable like that.

"I honestly didn't know! I didn't know until it was too late to fix it!" He shouted again, I sighed.

"WELL THEN NEXT TIME PAY ATTENTION!" I shouted back, standing up from my chair to glare at this moron, "Harry, I'm bored. I don't want to see this idiot anymore, dispose of him." I slumped back into the chair, watching Harry drag the knife across the moron's throat, blood spraying everywhere.

"Incompetent idiot. But now I'm going to have to find someone new to look over the drugs trade." I groaned, rubbing a hand down my face.

"Oh just move up the most competent underling. For now come on, we're covered in blood, we need a shower." Harry tugged on my hand, smirk still on his face.

"The stupidity has put me off. Go entertain yourself." I shooed him away before he got blood on my designer suit.

"Oh come on we've dealt with stupider before, you've always been up for a round or two." Harry tugged again, "You love me." He continued.

"I don't love you; I love competent minions, rock music and murder. I tolerate you because you are competent and very good at murder and torture... And sex. Oh f*ck it, just don't get blood on my suit." I gave in, shoving him out of the room and to the nearest shower, because the only thing better than a bloody Harry was a wet one.

Two hours later, we were both lying in bed. I was organising another minion taking over where the last one left off while Harry continued to sleep. I had to admit, he was rather delicious, even when he was asleep. Though, he did look pretty cute, little serial killer all worn out, so innocent, so trusting in his sleep... I could do anything to him and he'd be totally unprepared. Well, mainly unprepared, there was a knife in his hand, hidden under the pillow. Another reason why he was such a good asset and without doubt my favourite, he was always prepared, even in his sleep.

He was a dangerous man, but looking at him like this, it was hard to believe. He was almost cute right now, hard to believe he was torturing and killing a man a few hours ago. I reached out and I touched his face, wanting to feel that cuteness. A strong hand grabbed at my wrist before I made my contact, and within seconds Harry was on top of me, pinning me to the bed.

"Oh it's you. Thought it was an attack." He relaxed after a few seconds, crawling off me.

"No, just me. You're like a jungle cat you know, looks innocent enough in your sleep but deadly if provoked." I commented, "You know, I may just start calling you Tiger." I smiled, watching his eyes flash at the nickname.

"Hmm, I like it. Also works as a code name during missions." Harry grinned, pulling me down for a kiss, which I gladly reciprocated. I may have not loved him, but I had to admit I was rather fond of the man. My darling deadly boy.