Chapter 7 - I'll Make You A Deal

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Harry

Peyton is an interesting one.

When it comes down to what I exactly do for a living, reading people and how they react in certain situations, how they receive information, is my strong suit.

Not only is it fascinating to fully understand and watch someone squirm from just a smirk, or even a quick gaze in their direction, it's also captivating to see their reaction when you can speak out into words exactly what they are feeling in the moment.

They give you a look of confusion, sometimes even a small uncomfortable chuckle, before it all turns into fear. Their mind often goes into panic mode. "How does he know that?" "How did he read me?"

The whole damn nine. I'm just fantastic at what I do.

Peyton isn't exactly easy to read, and nothing makes me angrier than not being able to do my job. What can I say, I am a perfectionist at my craft and by craft, I mean manipulation and conning. Along with few other minor things on the side.

She doesn't seem at all scared, although I would prefer it if she was. She has this fiery attitude which only makes my job at keeping her in line harder than it needs to be. I have plans, plans that I have been stirring up ever since I escaped that living hell hole people call prison.

It wasn't hard to figure out she was a Lorde. For one, she is a spitting image of her mother, and that little silver ring she holds oh so dear to her, has her full name embroidered into the jewelry on the inside.

When I had taken it off of her finger that night, of course, I examined it. After all, I would've sold it for what it was worth just like how I do other things. But then I realized who the fuck she really was and I needed a plan to get even closer to her, so I showed up at her place to return it.

None of that matters anymore, what truly matters is that she is exactly where I want her to be. In my presence with no way of escaping because for starters she has nothing but a dead phone in her pocket, and I would love to see her try and get past either me or Niall.

We had moved into the living room now, she has been standing in front of the large floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked the city for a good five minutes now.

Her arms crossed tightly over her chest in defence mode while Niall was sat on one of the chairs, completely uninterested in her. Not even acknowledging her presence.

He doesn't like newbies, it started off just the three of us working this operation. Me, Niall and Zayn. But then over time, it started to get too risky, more money was coming in on our end and more eyes have been suspicious of us inside of the casino scene.

There is an entire method to how we operate, but I will save you the excruciating boredom of it all for a later date.

We now have a team, the three of us a long side Rose, and one of the dancers from InterZone, Willow.

They are huge assets, Rose is and will always be our getaway driver. She is quick and witty when it comes to driving and thanks to her pops who is a huge car freak, she gets us away from a scene that goes wrong. We call her our baby driver.

Willow is our eyes. Usually rich pricks head out to the InterZone on a night out, she scopes them out and then passes the word down to me, and bingo, someone to cheat out of their money.

          

I started doing what I do at a young age.

It all started with petty pocket picking, hanging with the completely wrong crowds in school. I used to pick pocket people and then trade whatever they had for something better, like I was my very own pawn shop. I was young though, I didn't know what was at all worth it at the time, but as time went on I started to realize how truly smart I was at playing this game.

It became my lifestyle, I knew nothing else and I wasn't going to change, especially with the life I have made for myself. Although I guess you can say I cheated my way here, we are all rolling in it now.

It's a high that never ends.

And now, we have Peyton Lorde. What better way to spite her leach of a father than to have her on our side. He is considered a big boss in the business side of the Casino's all around the world.

I remember what Zayn had told me when I had given him the news in all its detail about Peyton.

"We need her."

Her father has been onto us forever to get us all locked up, or even killed one by one and Peyton knows him better than we do. She knows how he works, she can even be a double agent, get the ins of her fathers business and how he moves, all while being one of us.

I reached into the top shelf of my liquor cabinet , retrieving an unopened bottle of rum before making my way into the living room area.

"Starin out the window isn't gonna help you magically escape, sit your pretty ass down," I pointed to the love seat couch placed across from Niall, watching as she turned her head over her shoulder to glare at me.

"You don't wanna make him ask you twice, just sit," Niall muttered as he reached for one of the crystal glasses placed and stacked neatly against the coffee table.

She didn't say a word as she walked over to the couch, sitting herself down and squinting her eyes at Niall. I'm picking up that she doesn't seem to like him, not that she likes me at all I'm basically keeping her captive.

"You can't keep me here you know, you'll never get away with it," she spoke in a confident tone causing me to smirk. I grabbed one of the glasses, pouring up a nice glassful as well as Niall's.

"I've gotten away with conning, what makes you think I can't get away with this hm?" I held the glass of liquor out in front of her face, she examined it for a second before I rolled my eyes, taking a sip from it first.

"See, it's safe this time just take it. Might calm your nerves you're shaking like a wet rat."

She pursed her lips to the side before roughly yanking it from my grasp.

"Don't forget murder," Niall chimed in, raising his finger in the air. "Gotten away with conning and murder."

My head snapped to the side in his direction, feeling rage in the pit of my stomach begin to boil up to the surface. Yes, he wasn't wrong but I knew he was only doing this to scare Peyton even more, and we really don't need that right now. That's why I am holding off on telling her what happened when she blacked out that night.

"He's messin with you Pretty, aren't you Ni?" I spoke through my teeth as I glared at him one last time, before making my way back to the kitchen again.

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