Push & Pull

Chapter 23

Oh my god.

There, on the floor, lay the body of the blonde, her peroxide curls soaked crimson in a pool of blood. "Is she dead?!" I squeaked.

"Yes." They both answered at the same time, much to their annoyance.

I couldn't even find it slightly amusing, my breathing pitching as I stared at her lifeless face.

"Now tell me, how did you get in here Harold?" Oliver swirled his Scotch in his glass, green eyes peering in disdain at his brothers form.

Harry's gaze went to me- and then to my neck. His lips thinned as his hands clenched beneath his sides. "I did what ever I had to do, which will definitely be worth it once I break your neck."

Oliver chuckled deeply, his brow raising at the challenge. "Oh how I have missed your charm, but please, me and Hannah have things to be resuming and doing. I'll escort you out."

There is no way Harry would listen- I watched as he got up from the chair, downed the drink and set it on the table.

My mouth slackened in shock at Harry's rather.. obedient behavior.

Harry walked towards me before dropping in front of me, his green brown speckled eyes peering into mine sharply.

"I'll be back for you, behave yourself my love." And with that, he pressed a hard kiss to my lips, his hands entwining themselves in my hair as our faces smashed together.

Oliver POV

I grabbed Harry sharply by his collar, pulling his lips from Hannah's.

Hannah's face went from shock to anger in three seconds, her skin blushing red as she pulled her hand back across my brothers face, the contact knocking his face to the side sharply. I grinned, the anger I felt at Harry for kissing her nearly subsiding in amusement.

"What was that for?" Harry hissed at her, his words cutting deep like a blade across skin.

"You kissed me asshole." She bit back, eyes fuming.

"You didn't seem to mind when he did it- which he had no right to do seeing as I am your fiancée." He shot back.

She shrugged, leaning back. "I am not your fucking fia-"

"Yes you are-"

I quickly yanked him by his collar, ending the conversation. Pulling him from the room, I tutted as I stepped over the strippers dead body, calling over my shoulder to Hannah; "I'll be back in two seconds darling."

Harold sighed as I dragged him along, out of her view into a corridor outside. I didn't miss a beat, throwing my curled fist directly into his face. "What in the fucking name of Jesus Christ are you doing here Harold?"

I can hear his labored breathing as he slowly rises from my punch, blood trickling down his nose as he does so. "Why her Oliver?" He spat, his green eyes mirroring my own.

Leaning against the wall, I can see a dozen of my guys approaching us. I hold my hand in a silent warning for them to wait before answering him. "Because maybe I like her, because maybe I too need a woman around."

Harry scoffed untastefully, amusement twisting his blood stained face. "Number one brother, you live in a fucking brothel so you do not need anymore women around. And secondly, you are fucking gay ."

My lip quirked upwards. "Your point being little brother?"

He squinted. "You do not like women Oliver. You like men. So what the fuck do you want with my fiancée?!" His usual calm, grumbling tone has risen to a deep shout that echoes throughout my head quarters.

I sighed slowly, exhaling as I looked down on his pitiless form. "Mother really would be ashamed of you Harold, good god you have indeed let yourself go- running a muck around the city with your supposed gang and that DJ of yours."

His hand came flashing forwards to hit me but I merely stepped aside, causing his fist to hit the door frame instead. He cursed, his body betraying him as he swayed sideways.

I flicked my wrist, a signal to my men waiting in the corridor, their eyes flickering in amusement at my train wreck of a brother. They stepped forward, latching onto Harry with a grip of steel. "Beat him to a pulp." I commanded, looking him in the eyes. "But allow him the courtesy to live."

Hannah POV

Oliver walked into the room with a bright smile on his face that I returned half-heartedly. I really didn't have the slightest clue of what was going on.

"I' m so sorry bout that love- I really don't know how he got in here. Are you okay?" His eyes mirrored sympathy as he took my hand in his, his thumb rubbing slow circles across my skin.

"I-I I'm fine." I said slowly, leaning back into the couch. "Where is he?"

"He is most likely in a car right now."

I cringed at the purposely-vague answer. "Alive?"

He hesitated, his eyes focused on the gold watch that adorned his wrist. The room grew quieter and quieter with every second that he didn't reply.

"He was a problem that needed to be taken care of, Hannah. He wont hurt you anymore, he wont come for you. All you need to focus on is the now- and right now, your life is with me. You do not need to worry about him anymore because Harry is dead."