Are you fucking kidding me?" I felt my eyes widen, my mouth go dry as I stared into Oliver's green eyes. They looked exactly like Harry's.
Oh for fuck's sake.
My mind was racing after my outburst- my body was on edge as I expected him to shout, to scream, to hit me. I flinched slightly at my own thoughts of what he could do to me.
"Why do you flinch so easily love?" His voice was low, barely audible even though we were close in proximity. I watched as he lifted his hand, his fingers grasping at a loose stand of my hair. He rolled the hair between his fingers softly, musing to himself, before tucking it behind my ear. "I am not Harry."
My breathing slowed, my lips parting as I watched him move. I couldn't trust him- I couldn't trust his word at all. "I would never hurt you Hannah. You need to trust again, sometime soon you will need to move on from what Harry did to you."
I felt my head start to nod, but my eyes were focused on nothing but his soft lips, his soft lips that moved slowly towards mine. My heart was beating in anticipation, anticipation that felt like the second stage to ecstasy. Finally, they touched against mine, soft lips against soft skin. He moved to me, encapturing his body over mine, fighting me for dominance. My fingers shakily clawed at his dress shirt, buttons popping as I did so.
Am I out of my mind? I asked myself.
Yes.
But it felt amazing, oh god to just let go.
Wait, what the fuck am I doing?
His lips moved from mine to slowly trail down my neck, his smile brushing against my bared skin, the kisses leaving a trail down my flushing skin.
"Hello Harold." He said suddenly, his lips moving against the sweet spot of my collarbone. I moaned quietly, much to his delight, and to my shame.
"Oliver." Replied that equally husky voice I would recognize anywhere.
Oliver didn't stop the kisses, a wide grin appearing on his face as he did so. "To what do I owe the pleasure little brother?"
Harry huffed loudly, his green hard eyes never leaving mine, flickering back and forth as Oliver embraced me. "You are two FUCKING minutes older Oliver."
"I know." Oliver laughed; a throaty refined sound that echoed through the room.
I squirmed now at his touch, no longer lustful under Harry's piercing gaze.
"Would you mind taking your hands off of my fiancée." Harry slowly made his way past us and towards the bar at the back.
I stiffened. Fiancée?
Oliver sat up, off of me, an amused glint in his eye as he took my hand. The atmosphere was something I couldn't quite name- it seemed as though Harry was a crazy child and Oliver was merely scolding him.
It put a weird, uncomfortable feeling in my stomach. The only person that got to accuse Harry of being crazy was me.
"Congratulations dear brother." He said patronizingly, shooting me a wink.
Harry came back with the chair from the stage in one hand, a drink in the other.
"Where did that blonde girl go?" I found myself asking- I couldn't really care less I just had to do something, anything to get my mind off what the hell was happening.
Oliver shrugged besides me, staring at Harry amusedly. "Why don't you ask Harold Hannah?"
My gaze shifted to Harry- he shifted almost uncomfortably, before glaring at Oliver, before turning behind him..
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."