Vicious 9 (Patreon)

Author's note: I'm currently trying to update all the stories. I am just missing Lycan and Different. I'll hopefully post a chapter of each before the night ends! Enjoy! 

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Harry's horse came to a sudden stop a few feet away from where Y/N and Silas stood, the animal snorting and pawing at the ground as if mirroring Harry's own restless energy. Dismounting swiftly, Harry's eyes bore into Y/N with an intensity that made her shiver.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" His voice was low, a dangerous edge lacing his words as he advanced towards her.

Y/N could feel her heart hammering in her chest as she backed away, her gaze flickering nervously between Harry and Silas. She had expected anger, but the sheer fury radiating from Harry was enough to make her knees weak.

“I just... I just needed some air," Y/N stammered, her voice faltering under the weight of Harry's gaze. “You can’t keep me locked away for the rest of my life”.

"Air?" Harry's voice was a harsh snarl, his eyes flashing dangerously. "Is that what you call it? Running off with my own brother?”

Y/N could see the vein pulsing in Harry's temple, the raw fury that seemed to consume him. She knew she had to defuse the situation before it escalated any further.

“Get on the fuckin’ horse” Harry growled, his eyes boring into hers with a fierce intensity.

"No, Harry, I —" Y/N's protest was cut short as Harry closed the distance between them in an instant, his hand shooting out to grab her arm in a bruising grip.

“Right now!” Y/N could feel the heat of his anger radiating off him, his grip on her arm almost painful. She glanced desperately at Silas, silently pleading for his help, but he stood frozen, his expression unreadable.

With a sinking feeling in her stomach, Y/N knew she had no choice but to obey. Harry was not a man to be crossed, especially when his temper was raging like a wildfire.

Silently, she allowed Harry to lead her back to his horse, her heart heavy with resignation. As they rode back to the estate in tense silence, Y/N couldn't shake the feeling that things were about to get much, much worse.

The ride back to the estate felt like an eternity to Y/N, every moment filled with a tense silence broken only by the sound of the horses' hooves against the ground. Harry's grip on her arm was like a vice, his anger palpable in the rigid set of his jaw and the hard lines of his face.

As they reached the estate, Y/N's heart sank at the sight of the imposing mansion looming ahead. She knew where Harry was taking her, and the thought filled her with a cold dread.

Sure enough, as soon as they reached the stables, Harry dragged her forcefully off the horse, his grip unyielding as he practically dragged her across the grounds towards the dungeon.

“Please don’t do this” Y/N begged, her voice choked with fear and desperation.

But Harry was unrelenting, his expression dark and unforgiving as he hauled her down the stairs into the dimly lit dungeon below the estate. The air was cold and musty, the flickering torches casting eerie shadows along the stone walls.

“I’ll stay in the bedroom. I swear” Y/N pleaded, begging him to not take her downstairs. She was scared. Y/N knew that nothing good came out from being there.

"Shut up!" Harry's voice was a low growl, his eyes blazing with fury as he shoved her roughly against the cold stone wall.

Y/N gasped as the impact knocked the wind out of her, pain shooting through her back from the force of the blow. She fought against the tears that threatened to fall, refusing to show any weakness in front of Harry.

But Harry was relentless, his hands gripping her shoulders with bruising force as he pinned her against the wall.

“Don’t play games with me. Don’t ever, ever think you’re capable of that” he spat, his face twisted with rage. Y/N shook her head frantically, her voice barely a whisper as she tried to reason with him.

His left hand came up to her throat, the pressure firm and unyielding. Y/N felt the weight of his strength, the threat of his power looming over her like a dark cloud. She could almost sense the danger in the air, the knowledge that he could crush her with a mere flick of his wrist.

For a moment, Harry's grip tightened, his fingers digging into the delicate skin of her neck. Y/N gasped, her heart pounding in her chest as she felt the suffocating pressure against her windpipe. Panic surged through her veins, a primal fear gripping her as she struggled against his hold.

“Like it or not you are mine” His voice was a low, menacing growl, filled with a dangerous edge that sent shivers down her spine.

Y/N tried to speak, to plead for mercy, but all that came out was a strangled gasp as Harry's fingers tightened even further. She could feel the blood pounding in her ears, the world narrowing down to the overwhelming sensation of his hand around her throat.

In that moment, Y/N felt utterly powerless, completely at his mercy. She could see the glint of triumph in Harry's eyes, the cruel smile on his lips as he reveled in the control he held over her.

Harry lowered his head, his breath warm against the sensitive skin of her neck. His grip on her throat loosened slightly, enough to allow her to breathe but still with a firm hold that spoke of his dominance.

He inhaled deeply, taking in the intoxicating scent of her skin. It was a heady mix of fear and arousal, a potent combination that sent a shiver of desire down his spine. Y/N's scent enveloped him, filling his senses with an irresistible temptation.

Her skin felt soft and warm under his fingertips, the sensation sending a surge of heat through him. Harry couldn't resist the urge to trail his fingers lightly along the curve of her throat, feeling the delicate pulse beneath his touch. It was a dangerous game he played, testing the boundaries of control as he leaned in closer, his lips brushing against her skin.

A soft gasp escaped Y/N's lips, her body tensing under his touch. She could feel the heat of his body radiating against her, his closeness sending a thrill of fear and excitement coursing through her veins. She was trapped, caught in the web of his desire, unable to deny the pull he had over her.

But even as her heart raced with fear, there was an undeniable spark of something else, something darker and more primal. Harry's touch ignited a fire within her, awakening a hunger she didn't know she had. She was torn between the fear of what he might do and the overwhelming need that pulsed through her veins.

In that moment, with Harry's breath hot against her skin and his fingers tracing patterns along her throat, Y/N knew she was at his mercy. She was his to command, to control, to possess. And despite the fear that gripped her, there was a part of her that craved it, that wanted to surrender to the dark desires that burned between them.

But just as quickly as it had begun, Harry pulled away, his grip on her throat releasing completely. He straightened, his eyes dark with a mixture of desire and something more sinister.

With a sudden surge of strength, Y/N pushed against him, trying to break free from his grasp. But Harry was too strong, his hold unyielding as he dragged her further into the dungeon, towards a row of heavy, iron chains hanging from the walls.

“You can’t keep me here! Federico will start asking questions!”

"Let him. I'm not afraid of your father.” He tilted his head, studying her with a dark intensity.

Y/N cried, her voice echoing off the cold stone walls as she fought against him with all her might.

But it was no use. With a cruel smirk, Harry fastened the chains around her wrists, his grip unyielding as he bound her tightly to the wall.

Y/N struggled against the chains, her heart pounding in her chest as she realized the full extent of her helplessness. She was at Harry's mercy now, trapped in the dark, cold dungeon with no hope of escape.

As Harry stepped back to survey his handiwork, a cold chill settled over Y/N. She could see the glint of madness in his eyes, the cruel smile on his lips sending a shiver down her spine.

"Enjoy your stay, Y/N," Harry's voice was a sinister whisper as he turned to leave, the heavy door of the dungeon slamming shut behind him with a final, echoing thud.

Alone in the darkness, chained and helpless, Y/N could only pray for a miracle as she awaited whatever twisted fate Harry had in store for her.

"What did you do with her?" Charlie's voice was filled with a mix of curiosity and concern as he entered Harry's office. There was a hint of a smile on his face, though he tried to mask it with a serious expression. Rumors had been swirling around the estate about Y/N's disappearance, and Charlie was eager to know the truth.

Harry glanced up from his desk, his expression unreadable. "She's downstairs," he replied tersely, his jaw clenched with barely suppressed anger. "Someone needs to teach her a lesson."

Charlie's smile faltered slightly at the edge in Harry's voice. He knew better than to question his boss further, especially when he was in this mood. Instead, he cleared his throat and tried to lighten the atmosphere.

"Ah, I see," Charlie said, though his unease was palpable. “What are we going to do about your brother?”

Harry didn't respond, his gaze focused intently on a map spread out on his desk. The silence between them was heavy, tension crackling in the air.

Charlie shifted uncomfortably, unsure of what else to say. He knew better than to press Harry for more information, especially when it came to matters like this.

"Silas," Harry growled, the name dripping with disdain. "He's proven himself to be nothing but a liability."

Charlie nodded, his expression grim. "It's clear he can't be trusted," he agreed, his voice low.

A heavy silence hung between them as they both contemplated the situation. Silas's actions had thrown everything into chaos, and Harry knew he couldn't let it go unpunished.

"We'll deal with him," Harry said finally, his tone firm and resolute.

"Well, if you need anything else, boss," Charlie began, stepping back towards the door.

But Harry's voice cut through the air, cold and cutting. "Stay," he ordered, his eyes narrowing as he pinned Charlie with a steely gaze.

Charlie froze, his heart pounding in his chest. He swallowed hard, feeling a sense of unease settle over him. "Boss?" he ventured, unsure of what Harry wanted.

"I need you to keep an eye on things," Harry said, his voice low and dangerous. "Make sure no one interferes with what I'm doing downstairs."

Charlie nodded, a sense of dread settling in the pit of his stomach. He had a sinking feeling that whatever was happening downstairs was not going to end well for anyone involved.

"Understood, boss," Charlie replied, his voice barely above a whisper.

Harry rose from his desk, his movements purposeful and determined. "I'll handle Silas.”

As Harry made his way through the estate, his steps echoed with a sense of urgency. His mind was a whirlwind of anger and determination, fueled by the betrayal of his brother and the defiance of Y/N. He couldn't shake the image of her fighting against him, the fire in her eyes igniting a spark of challenge that only fueled his anger further.