As all sound pause, Harry holds his breath. It was dead silent, no buzzing of the air conditioner, and no faint humming of the computer monitors. Harry was vulnerable, his sight had been taken away. He instinctively reaches out both of his hands, feeling around for something to guide him in the dark abyss of the room.

A loud creak echoes through the room, Harry hears loud shouts, grunts, and objects being knocked over. Goosebumps raise on his skin, and his fingertips brush over something, so he pulls it toward himself. He didn't expect that thing to have a voice, much less resemble sweet honey.

"Getting a little handsy, kitten?"

Harry falls backward and feels his spine collide with a wall, his eyes seeing absolutely nothing. As Harry crashes into the wall, he remains unstirred as the voices call out his name. He had tunnel vision and La Reine was at the center of it.

"Don't hurt yourself..." There is a faint sound of footsteps. "Do you prefer kitten or daddy?" Then nimble fingers trace over Harry's jaw, and he feels the warmth of La Reine's body coming closer until he feels breath fanning over his cheeks. A second hand comes and caresses the side of his neck, trailing down the front of his button up shirt to his belt. "Let us test it, shall we?"

Harry jumps when he feels a hand press lightly on his crotch, he can feel the heat from La Reine's palm through the fabric of his slacks. "Kitten," Louis drawls, before waiting a few moments, then he tsks. "How about daddy?"

A high pitched gasp sounds from La Reine's lips. Harry's hands feel glued to the floor, his ears trained on La Reine's voice and his only, completely ignoring the ones shouting from beyond the door. "Daddy it is." La Reine's palm presses down over Harry's hardened crotch, massaging the area sensually. "I knew you were hiding some kinks under that facade."

As a cold shiver crawls up Harry's body, from his toes to the tip of his nose, La Reine takes it all a step further and ghosts his lips along Harry's jaw, right by his ear. "Stop hiding, daddy." He whines lowly. "J'ai envie de te voir, le vrai toi."

"I want to see you, the real you."

Harry finally gathers enough strength to grab hold of Louis' wrist, but he doesn't move it from his cock. The touch was like a blazing fire, an addiction to a flame that Harry couldn't let go of.

"You can kiss me, you know?" La Reine says softly. "But, if you do, there is no going back. Ever." He punctures the last word with a rough squeeze to Harry's member. "When you take me, you keep me." His sultry voice sinking into Harry's mind, deep into his hidden wants and needs. "You have five seconds before your co-workers come busting down that door."

Harry can hear the blood rushing through his ears, far too distracted by La Reine's wandering hand and his lips suckling on the bare skin of his neck. It was heaven, a kind that was full of more bad than good. A hell of heaven, a mix of corruption, lust, and obsession. His fate was carved in diamond, etched on the glimmering surface, and there was no way of changing it. The last of his justice drenched morals burning in the hot intoxicating glow of La Reine. It was gone, he was gone, and he wasn't coming back.

"Two seconds," La Reine's lips drift closer to Harry's, leaving a tingling sensation on the man's skin.

La Reine was a boa constrictor. His vice grip around Harry's mind and body, squeezing, feeling the man's racing heart, suffocating him. Before, it was only due time until Harry's heart stopped beating—that time was now. Harry leans forward, allowing all ties to his life to snap and transform into chains that attached to Louis. It was the most relieving, euphoric death wish.

"Out of time, daddy." La Reine's touch is gone, and Harry reaches out without a thought and pulls at the cold metal he feels until it breaks off. It felt like a thin metal of sorts in a strange shape. La Reine gasps, holding his wrist that wore his beloved bracelet that was now free of one charm.

Harry is about to apologize but he feels something whack him in the side of the head, and he loses balance and falls to the side, the tightness in his pants disappearing. The next few moments consist of Harry wavering between trying to stand up and trying to locate La Reine, but it's too late. The metal door is swung open, probably broken off its hinges. It's still dark and he hears multiple footsteps make their way into the room. Exactly eleven seconds later, the power comes back on and so do the lights. Harry's vision is still blurry but through it, he can see a figure resembling Liam, lying on the floor unmoving. And another resembling the other agent.

"Harry!"

He looks down at his hand, still grasping La Reine's charm. It was gold in the shape of a crown with small pink crystals in each point, leading to the middle where a large blue one laid. As pairs of black shoes come into view, Harry tucks away the charm and shakes his head, trying to rid himself of the throbbing in his temples.

"What the hell happened?" A voice asks.

Harry blinks several times, the fluorescent lights making him squint. "Where is he?" He asks no one in particular.

One of the agents who is just a blur hands him a handkerchief, gesturing to Harry's face. The latter touches his face and feels wetness coming from just above his eyebrow. He knows exactly who did that to him.

"You let him escape,"

"Don't blame him, everything in this building relies on the electricity." A voice shouts back. "Maybe if you went out there, you could catch him."

"And what? Have him knock me the fuck out like Payne and Gerald?"

"Yes, because that's your job!"

Harry feels the tension rise in the room, but he's only focused on finding Louis. So he stands, with help from the other agents and pays no mind to his unconscious friend in the same room before bolting out the door. He stumbles between the desks and trips into the door leading to the stairs. He staggers down the stairs and nearly hits someone with the door on his way out. The only thing on his mind is Louis, as the charm burns into his palm, he bursts through the front doors, twisting his head every direction in search of the Mafia Donna.

He's immediately crowded by news reporters and microphones are shoved into his face. Questions being thrown every which way, leaving him with no sense of up or down. He is forced to push them out the way, losing control and knocking them all over like dominos.

"That camera was five grand!" A man shouts, lying on his back with a shattered camera by his feet. His eyes scream nothing but fury as he points a finger at Harry. "You're going to pay for that."

Not a moment later, Harry has the wind knocked out him as he's thrown into the glass doors of the building. There's a mess of fists slamming into his face and it takes a few violent shoves from Harry to send the man crumbling down the front stairs and onto the floor.

Harry has blood dripping from his nose and a pounding headache when he takes a threatening step toward the man who only cowers away. The green-eyed man is breathing heavily when he feels a hand grasp his shoulder, he turns and is met with the astonished face of his boss.

"Harry, what happened?" His boss furrows his brows in both surprise and impatience.

"He escaped." Harry blinks several times, tightening his hold on the charm. "He's gone." His heart begins to race again, this time it rattles his whole body. His mind was going into overdrive. It was eight in the morning, and almost everyone was present in the office. It was miraculous. La Reine managed to maneuver his way through a dark, cramped office full of FBI agents and desks and chairs, and down four storeys before going through news reporters with no one seeing him.

His boss braces both Harry's shoulders. "Calm down, Harry." His boss leads him back into the building, leaving the nosey news reporters outside.

"I have to find him." He says. "I have to." The determination in his voice is mistaken for a desire for justice and not the truth. The truth was that the determination in Harry's voice was to find Louis, to take him and keep him. Just as the mafia Donna said.

"How did he escape?" His boss inquires, glancing at the eager news reporters through the glass. "Tell me."

"It was dark." Harry murmurs. "Dark and full of people." He runs a hand through his hair in frustration. "It's impossible, it's..." a magic trick.

Then, Harry comes to a realization. And La Reine was full of tricks and dripping with magic. The trick was for him and he loved it.

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