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35 Harry's POV

I gained a better understand of Dougie's relationship with me after that little chat. So I meant something to him. Not much, but I meant more to him than his other assassins and minions in his army. Well I could have guessed that from the fact that I slept in his bed every night, wrapped around him like a snake. But now I knew that I still had limits on how much I could get away with around Dougie. I could make jokes with him and go slightly off plan, but I couldn't insult him, even if it was for a kill.

That was fair enough I guessed, nobody liked being insulted, even indirectly and when it was only half meant. Dougie was an insane guy, and was all over me one minute then cold the next, generally when staring at that damn live camera feed of Tom. If I didn't know any better, I sometimes thought he was more than obsessed with him, more like he was in love with the guy. Luckily, I did know better, knew that Dougie was a psychopath. He was incapable of feeling emotions like love, obsession he was full of, but love was completely out of the question. I wasn't even sure if he could feel fond of people if I was honest...

"Harry, it physically hurts to watch you thinking." Dougie made me jump, flopping down next to me, typing away on his phone, running a criminal empire through simple texted orders. "And he jumps in surprise too. Tsk, tsk Tiger, I thought you were more alert than to let me walking past go unnoticed." He continued, barely even looking up.

"I'm not on high alert all the time, only when we're on a mission. I let my guard down in the house, 'cause I know we're safe here." I shrugged, leaning back on the sofa.

"I could have stabbed you with a fork and you would have barely noticed because you're stuck inside your own head again. What's so important in there anyway? We don't have anything going on right now." Dougie looked up, giving me a curious look.

"Was wondering what to have for dinner tonight, or if I should clean out my gun collection again." I lied, I still felt like I was on thin ice, I wasn't going to risk that further right now.

"You're lying, but I'll let it slide this once. Now intelligence says that Tom has arrived on the crime scene, and he's not happy that there's no video or trace evidence of us again. He can't figure out a link between these people or anything, just like we planned." Dougie informed me, showing me pictures that were taken on someone's camera phone of a very frustrated looking Tom.

I let out a little snort of laughter at his face, twisted in frustration, hair in a mess due to his hands running through it over and over. He didn't look like he'd slept in several days either. Looked like I was doing my job well.

"He looks rather put out." I smiled, we were only three hits in and he was looking like that. Imagine what he'd look like after all the others we'd planned, then the kidnapping and the arrest.

"He does. Good job on managing to leave no traces of yourself on the body. They can't even determine shoe size from your kicks." Dougie made a warm feeling burrow into my stomach at his praise. He never usually praised me, I didn't realise how much I wanted it.

"Just doing my job." I shrugged again, I hadn't exactly been trained to do any of that, just learnt it as I went along during training. In the army, my entire regiment were scared of me by the time we went home, if I beat on one or two of them, well nobody told. And there was no evidence that it was me either, I got away scot free every single time. I was just applying the same skills again here.

"I can see that. They don't train it in the army though do they? You learnt that all yourself." Dougie commented, picking up the dog tags that still hung around my neck, playing with the metal.

"I felt like it was necessary at the time. Plus it hides evidence." I played it off, watching the light glint off the necklace.

"You've been a bad boy from the start, haven't you Tiger?" Dougie growled sexily, pulling me closer by the chain.

"I may have been. Could have gone rogue though, you'll never know." I smirked, leaning towards him.

"Oh I think I will, you were a good boy all the way through school until you got to the army. That changed you didn't it? You got a taste for the blood, for the violence of things, feeling your fists beat into the meaty flesh of another human being, hearing their cries of pain as you did so. Seeing the bruises days later, knowing your fists made them. Then you made your first kill while deployed, and it felt good, so good, the biggest rush you'd ever felt in your life. Like you were a God amongst men. You could hold life and death in your palms, could end a life without even trying. And you crave that feeling, don't you?" Dougie whispered in my ear, moving to sit in my lap. I bit my lip to not let a moan slip out, what was that voice of his doing to me?! And why did hearing about so much violence turn me on so much?

"You've always been a bad boy Harry, you just didn't know it. Now you're a tiger, waiting to be unleashed on the world, barely able to be tamed, I being the only one who dares try and tame you. My wild tiger boy." Dougie leant in and kissed me, before something started vibrating in his trousers.

I leant back in shock at the feeling, what the hell was that?! The sound of the Bee Gee's came out the vibrating thing, Dougie groaned again and yanked his phone out, answering the call with a look of huge annoyance.

"What do you want? I'm in the middle of something here." Dougie answered, not removing himself from my lap, his hand staying on my chest as he did so, keeping me in place too.

"You are - for f*ck sake, can nobody in this damn place do anything right?! You were supposed... No I don't care! I do not care about your excuses! Sort it out right now or I will come and personally make sure you never walk again, got it?" He ended the call and chucked the phone across the room.

"Morons playing up again?" I raised an eyebrow.

"Morons unable to breathe right. Seriously, how hard is it to sell priceless artefacts from Egypt on the black market? Should be easy as snapping your fingers but no!" The word was shouted, "Customs are scary and checking our luggage what do we do? They're gunna find it and arrest us, no!" Dougie mocked in a sarcastic voice, hitting his head with his hand. "Sometimes I genuinely wonder how I got this empire when these people are so stupid they can't tie their own shoelaces." He grumbled.

"Aw, don't worry about it Boss, if they f*ck up, we'll just have to make an example of them." I rubbed his side gently.

"By ripping their heads from their necks and decorating the other's houses with them?" Dougie's eye sparked at the suggestion.

"No, though that is a good idea. I was thinking more of using them to show you those points on the human body that cause a lot of pain, without actually killing someone outright. We could fill the demonstration, and then send it to everyone. Or you know, drag the snivelling carcass into the office and show them what happens when they screw up." I explained, to be honest, I liked both ideas, though mine was better. I got to stretch my creative streak with it.

"Oh Harry I think I may like you when you have ideas like that one!" Dougie grinned, diving in for another kiss, this time not getting interrupted.