Vicious 15 (Patreon)

Author's note: hello everyone! I hope you are all doing well. Here is a new chapter of Vicious. Tomorrow I will upload a new chapter of Different and a new blurb (y/n's bff dad), so stay tuned. This chapter contains smut. I am trying something different and using more bolt words to describe everything. Let me know what you think! This chapter is a bit shorter than usual, but it's because I have my reasons! I promise

Warning: smut

word count: 2.5K

 Y/N listened to Giana carefully as they sat outside the manor. She was speechless; what Giana narrated seemed straight out of a horror film. Y/N tried her best to hold back the tears that threatened to fall, but it was overwhelming.

“I don’t know how he found out,” Giana explained. “I finished the phone call and made sure to erase all the messages and even the call log. We had dinner like always, and everything seemed normal.” At first, Giana had been apprehensive about leaving everything behind, but after much thought, she decided to take the risk, even though getting caught could mean her death.

“I waited until the night was quiet and everything was silent. My bag was under the bed, so I just had to slip on a pair of shoes and run out. But he knew all along. The moment I stood up from the bed, I was knocked out.”

Y/N leaned over and grabbed her uninjured hand, trying to comfort her.

“I woke up downstairs in the dungeon, chained to the wall with blood dripping down my back and front,” Giana cried. “Augusto took his time. He wanted to know who I was speaking with. And since I refused to tell him, he started torturing me.”

Y/N didn’t know what to say or do. She felt it was partially her fault, having convinced Giana to escape with her for selfish reasons.

“I had to tell him I was speaking to you,” Giana sobbed. “I tried, Y/N. I really tried. But I couldn’t hold out much longer after he cut off my finger.” Her eyes drifted to her bandaged hand and that’s when Y/N lost it and started crying just as hard.

Y/N pulled Giana into a tight embrace, their tears mingling as they held onto each other. The weight of guilt and sorrow pressed heavily on Y/N's chest, but she knew she had to be strong for both.

"I'm so sorry, Giana," Y/N whispered through her tears. "I never wanted any of this to happen. I thought we could escape and be free, but I never imagined the cost."

Giana pulled back slightly, her eyes red and swollen. "It's not your fault. I made the choice to leave. We both knew the risks, but we also knew we couldn't keep living like that."

Y/N nodded, wiping her tears away. "We’ll make it though. I promise”

“We already are. Look at this place” She said with a sniff, “Augusto sent the finger to Harry as a warning. I guess they had everything investigated because that how they broke into Augusto’s house today and took me”

“Harry? Harry Styles?” Y/N asked in disbelief. “He was the one who saved you?”

“Yeah. I was surprised at first too,” Giana replied. She had been locked in a guest bedroom when she heard chaos and screaming outside. Trembling, she knelt beside the bed as the sounds of running feet approached. Married to a powerful man who had wronged too many people, Giana could only hope that she wasn’t too late to avoid the fallout. She hid from the people who broke down the door. “At first, I thought he was going to kill me. But when I heard his accent, I immediately knew who he was”.

“I wonder what he wants,” Y/N thought aloud. “There’s no way he did this out of the goodness of his heart. He must want something from us.” Giana cocked her head to the side, contemplating.

“I thought you had sent him.” Lex and Charlie had picked her up and helped her into the car while Harry dealt with the remaining men. He was wounded before Lex and Charlie could return to him. Giana watched from the car as his men gathered around him and helped him into their vehicle. They drove straight back to the house.

Y/N's mind raced as she tried to piece together the puzzle. "I didn't send him," she said, shaking her head. "I had no idea he was even involved or that he knew of your existence”

Giana furrowed her brow, confusion and worry etched across her face. "Then why would he risk his life for me? What does he want? What if he isn’t expecting anything back?”

“I doubt it. You don’t know him. He’s calculating,” Y/N said, her voice filled with frustration. She hated that she was now heavily involved in everything. Augusto was probably planning his next move, and she knew she was his primary target. “I’m just happy that you’re here,” she added, pulling Giana into a tight hug.

Giana clung to Y/N, tears welling up in her eyes. “I’m scared, Y/N. What if he comes back?”

“We’ll figure it out,” Y/N reassured her, even though she felt the same fear gnawing at her. “You are not going back”.

As they broke apart, they noticed Charlie standing close by. Y/N's hand came up to her chest as she jumped, hating how silent and sneaky he could be.

“He wants to talk to you,” Charlie said to Y/N. “He’s upstairs in the office.”

“Alright,” Y/N replied, taking Giana’s hand as they stood up.

“Alone,” Charlie added firmly, stopping them from advancing any further together.

Y/N felt a knot tighten in her stomach. She gave Giana's hand a reassuring squeeze before letting go. “I’ll be right back,” she promised, trying to sound more confident than she felt.

Giana nodded, worry etched on her face. “Be careful.”

Y/N took a deep breath and followed Charlie up the stairs, her mind racing with possibilities. As they reached the office door, Charlie opened it and gestured for her to enter. She stepped inside, her heart pounding.

Harry was seated on the couch, shirtless, his wound neatly bandaged, his expression serious. The room was dimly lit, the shadows playing across his face, heightening the tension. He looked up as Y/N entered, his eyes locking onto hers with an intensity that made her heart skip a beat.

Y/N felt a surge of anxiety as she stepped further into the room, her footsteps almost silent on the wooden floor. She could feel the weight of the situation pressing down on her, and the sight of Harry’s bandaged wound only made the reality of their predicament more tangible.

“Sit down,” Harry said, his voice calm but firm, breaking the silence that hung in the air. He gestured to the chair opposite him.

Y/N nodded and moved to sit, her hands clasped tightly in her lap to hide their trembling. She took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. “What’s this about?”

Harry leaned forward slightly, wincing from the pain but maintaining his focus. “We need to discuss our next move. Augusto won’t take Giana’s escape lightly, and he’s going to come after us with everything he’s got. We need to be ready.”

Y/N felt a chill run down her spine at the mention of Augusto. She nodded slowly. “I understand. But what exactly do you need from me?”

“I need you to stay put in the manor. I can only protect you if I know where you are at all times,” Harry said firmly, his eyes meeting Y/N's with a mix of concern and determination.

"He's not just going to come after Giana; he'll come after you too. No more escaping, Y/N," Harry warned solemnly, his voice tinged with urgency. His finger ran down the edge of the glass of whiskey he held, his gaze flickering towards the windows as if expecting trouble to burst through them at any moment.

Y/N felt a chill run down her spine at Harry's words. The gravity of their situation weighed heavily on her. She had hoped their recent actions would throw Augusto off their trail, but Harry's words reminded her of the looming threat.

"Do you know how to shoot and fight?" Harry asked, despite his reluctance to show it, ensuring her safety was one of his top priorities. He needed her by his side; if she were kidnapped, he couldn't fulfill his role.

"No," she admitted, feeling embarrassed. She had been born into a family known for their cruel tactics, yet she felt utterly helpless. Federico had ensured she couldn't fend for herself, a consequence of her own failure to insist on learning.

Harry's expression softened momentarily as he observed her embarrassment.

"Alright. You'll start training with Charlie and Lex tomorrow," he said, his tone firm but reassuring.

"Harry? What if I get caught?" she nervously muttered, fingers fidgeting with unease. It was the first time Harry glimpsed her fear. He set his glass down, sitting up as he contemplated the possibility of her capture. His jaw clenched, nostrils flaring as the thought ignited a fire within him.

"That's not going to happen," he managed to say, his voice firm with resolve. The mere idea of Augusto getting hold of her sent a chill down his spine. A woman of Y/N's caliber and beauty was more vulnerable than any of his men.

For the first time in a long while, Harry felt fear creep in, despite his efforts to suppress it.

"Is that all?" Y/N asked, shaking off the sudden tension and anxiety. Harry nodded silently, allowing her to leave. He needed time to think, pondering over the 'what ifs'. Something was shifting within him.

"Thank you for saving Giana," Y/N said gratefully.

“Consider it your wedding gift," Harry replied, his voice carrying a hint of solemnity.

“I actually wanted to talk to you about that. Can I start planning the wedding?” Y/N asked tentatively, her voice betraying a mix of hope and apprehension.

Harry hesitated, his mind racing with conflicting emotions. He had always prided himself on being the cold, and emotionless, detached from personal entanglements. But Y/N's presence, her vulnerability, had begun to chip away at his defenses.

"I guess that's fine," he finally conceded, his tone softening slightly despite his efforts to maintain composure. "Whatever keeps you occupied within the house."

Y/N was taken aback by his unexpected kindness and understanding. It was a side of Harry she rarely saw—a glimpse behind his tough exterior.

Feeling a surge of gratitude, Y/N approached him and reached his glass of whiskey. She believed in expressing appreciation openly, and she was never one to shy away from her desires. Confidence radiated from her, especially now, seeing Harry wounded after rescuing her best friend. His vulnerability only heightened her admiration for him.

As she took a sip of whiskey, she couldn't help but notice how Harry's gaze lingered on her. There was a tension between them, unspoken but palpable. She wondered if he felt it too—the pull of attraction amidst the chaos that surrounded them.

Harry cleared his throat, breaking the momentary silence. "Is there anything else you need?" he asked, his voice rough with a blend of concern and something else that Y/N couldn't quite decipher.

She met his gaze steadily, her own emotions swirling beneath the surface. Y/N stood on front of him, between him and the coffee table that sat on front of the couch. She took one last drink before placing the glass down and kneeling between his long legs.

“What are you doing?” He asked her as her hands went up to his zipper. “Y/N…” he moaned by just watching her unzip him with a small sensual smile.

“Let me show you how grateful I am” Y/N insisted as she pushed her hand into his boxers. He was speechless, and out of breath when her hand finally wrapped around him and pulled him out.

She was surprised. He was thick and bigger than she suspected. She had seen dicks before, but he was prettiest and the most appetizing. Her mouth watered as she stared at it, so she wasted no time in putting him in her mouth.

Harry hissed at the sensation of her wet, hot mouth around him. His hand came down to her hair, trying to hold into something.

“Fuck” he moaned as he bucked his hips towards her mouth. Harry tried to keep his eyes open. He wanted to watch her. He wanted to remember her with his cock stuffed in her mouth forever. However, the pleasure was too overwhelming, and he couldn’t keep his eyes open.

Y/N bobbed her head as she tried her best to take all of him. Her eyes watered as his head hit the back of her throat. She knew her throat would be sore, but the sounds he was making made it all worth it.

“Y’ can take it” Harry slurred out, pushing his cock deeper into her mouth. “Open that mouth f’me” Harry pulled her off him by her hair. He reached down and kissed her, tasting himself on her lips.

Y/N smiled as Harry pulled away from her, but her smile was different. It was seductive enough to make him climax right there and then. She took him back into her mouth without previous warning.

“Fuc-fuck, Y/N!” he grunted as she picked up the pace. Y/N could feel herself getting wet. She wanted to have him. She wanted to feel him, but she had to settle for this for now. Y/N didn’t want to put all her eggs in the same basket yet. “Y’ doing so good f’me”.

He came in her mouth before he could warn her. A light layer of sweat covered his abdomen and forehead. His cheeks were flushed, and his hair was tousled. His breath was heavy as he tried to regulate his breathing.

Harry was sure that the stitches on his side had come undone, but it had all be worth it.

“W’ was that?” He asked, his accent and voice raspier.

“Consider it your wedding gift”