Crossroads - H.S.

"Let's make a deal."

The last words I expected to come out of Harry's mouth, and it honestly hurt when I processed want he was offering.

He was just telling me he didn't want this anymore, why is he putting himself deeper into this? Is he even planning on trying to get out? Does he actually want to?

Obviously I didn't expect him to come out of this today, or tomorrow even, but I also didn't expect him to make another deal.

I'm not mad at him for doing this, I'm just disappointed because I know he has the want and the ability to be better.

"What sort of deal?" JD asks with his voice still shaking.

"C'mon, let's take a seat." Harry gestures towards the kitchen, but JD doesn't move. He's completely frozen against the door frame, but Harry isn't having it, "start stepping before I shoot you in the fucking throat."

He's quick to push himself off of the frame, slowly walking ahead of Harry into the kitchen.

He doesn't even have a gun on him, dummy.

I keep my feet planted where I am because although Harry and I are together, I feel his business isn't my own. I don't know if he wants me to hear what he's going to propose, and I don't want to assume I'm a part of everything now. There's also stuff that I don't want to hear, even though I know it happens.

Harry looks at me where I'm standing, and nods his head towards the kitchen where JD is going, "You coming?"

"Do you want me to?" I ask hesitantly.

"I want your opinion on this." He nods before snaking his hand around my waist and leading me into the kitchen.

I know I shouldn't be nervous about this still, but I am. I know there's trauma and history behind Harry's job and everything he does, and that's why I'm not pushing him to get out of it, but that doesn't mean I want to know what goes on.

I would never push him to do anything, but I will be supportive and give my opinion when I'm asked. How I see it, we're a team now. We're meant to help each other, not dictate each other's lives.

JD is sitting at the table when we walk in, wiping blood off of his face.

I'm honestly surprised he hasn't tried to leave, but I guess he's smarter than I thought. He wouldn't make it far, seeing how quick Harry is.

I sit down in the chair across from JD, but Harry stays standing by my side with his arm rested around my shoulder.

JD is tapping his foot below the table, loud enough to notice but not loud enough to bother me. He seems to be getting more and more nervous as time passes and Harry stays silent.

I know Harry's just thinking, trying to put his words together right, but I would be freaking out too if I didn't know that, and I was in JD's situation.

Hell, I have been in his situation. Harry's rather intimating.

"What would you say if I told you I can give you everything you want?" Harry finally speaks up.

"I would say you're full of shit," JD answers honestly, "Jacob was your best man for years, and you still killed him."

"I didn't kill him." Harry laughs, and I expect him to say something about me but he doesn't. I'm sort of happy that he didn't because I still don't like talking about it.

"Don't lie." JD barks out, and I widen my eyes because I know Harry might snap soon.

"Oh believe me, I wish I would've killed him. After the shit he pulled, he deserved a longer, more painful death than he got. He was fucking lucky I didn't get to him." Harry says through his teeth, sounding angry but keeping his body relaxed against me.