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buccosroofing · 3 months ago

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Selecting The Right Roof Materials in Pittsburgh, PA

When selecting roofing materials for Pittsburgh, PA, it's essential to consider the area's climate, which includes cold winters, moderate rainfall, and potential snow accumulation. Durability, longevity, and the ability to withstand varying weather conditions are key factors. Here are some of the best materials for roofing in Pittsburgh:

1. Asphalt Shingles

Why it’s Ideal: Asphalt shingles are the most common roofing material in Pittsburgh due to their affordability, durability, and versatility. They provide reliable protection against moderate weather conditions and are resistant to water, wind, and snow.

Pros: Cost-effective, widely available, easy to install, and low maintenance. They also come in a variety of styles and colors.

Cons: They may not last as long as other materials like metal or slate and can be susceptible to damage in severe storms.

2. Metal Roofing

Why it’s Ideal: Metal roofs have become increasingly popular in Pittsburgh due to their durability and ability to handle heavy snow and ice. They are energy-efficient and can reflect sunlight, helping to reduce cooling costs in the summer.

Pros: Extremely durable, long-lasting (50+ years), fire-resistant, lightweight, and low maintenance. Metal roofs also provide excellent resistance to harsh weather, such as hail and heavy snow.

Cons: Higher upfront cost compared to asphalt shingles, and noise during rain or hailstorms can be an issue without proper insulation.

3. Slate Roofing

Why it’s Ideal: Slate is a traditional choice that is highly suitable for Pittsburgh's historic architecture and offers unmatched durability. Natural slate can withstand harsh weather conditions and has a lifespan of over 100 years with proper maintenance.

Pros: Very durable, visually appealing, and fire-resistant. Slate also adds value to homes and provides excellent insulation.

Cons: High initial cost and heavy weight, requiring additional structural support in some cases. Repairs can also be more complex and expensive.

4. Clay or Concrete Tiles

Why it’s Ideal: While not as common in Pittsburgh as other materials, clay and concrete tiles are suitable for homes with a Mediterranean or Southwestern style. They are durable and weather-resistant, providing strong protection against rain and snow.

Pros: Extremely durable, fire-resistant, energy-efficient, and aesthetically pleasing. They can last for over 50 years with proper maintenance.

Cons: Heavyweight, expensive, and installation can be labor-intensive.

5. Cedar Shakes and Shingles

Why it’s Ideal: Cedar shakes offer a natural, rustic appearance and are popular in areas with homes that have a classic or rustic design. They are durable and provide good insulation against cold winters.

Pros: Eco-friendly, energy-efficient, and offers natural beauty and durability. Cedar has natural preservatives that make it resistant to insects and decay.

Cons: High maintenance requirements, higher cost compared to asphalt, and vulnerability to fire unless treated.

6. Synthetic Roofing Materials

Why it’s Ideal: Synthetic roofing materials, like rubber or composite shingles, are becoming more popular due to their cost-effectiveness and resemblance to natural materials like slate or wood. They are lightweight, durable, and can handle Pittsburgh’s weather conditions.

Pros: Cost-effective, lightweight, low maintenance, and available in a variety of styles and colors. They are also impact-resistant, which is ideal for areas with occasional hailstorms.

Cons: May not last as long as natural slate or metal roofing, and the aesthetics may not appeal to everyone.

Recommendations:

For most Pittsburgh homes, asphalt shingles or metal roofing are the most practical choices due to their affordability, durability, and weather resistance. However, homeowners looking for a long-term investment or a historic aesthetic might consider slate or cedar shakes. Additionally, synthetic materials are an excellent option for those seeking a blend of affordability, aesthetics, and durability.

When choosing a roofing material, it's crucial to consider factors like the home’s architecture, budget, and long-term maintenance. Working with a professional roofing company like Buccos Roofing can help in making an informed decision based on specific needs and conditions.

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najahmeq6 · 2 days ago

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‼️Dangerous

💔My heart and my family's heart were broken when our tents were destroyed and our spirits were shattered when our belongings were flooded💔

Dear good people, I am writing to you with pain and hope. We lost our tent, which was our last refuge after losing our home.Strong winds

swept everything away, leaving us without a roof or cover to protect us from the harsh winter.

My child and my family are now facing the bitter cold without bedding or blankets, and we are unable to provide even the basics for a decent life.

Our urgent needs and how to use the requested amount (5000 euros):

1. Two tents: 2000 euros

- One tent for each family, strong and weather-resistant, to provide shelter and protect my children from the bitter cold.

2. Simple bathroom: 1000 euros

- To meet our basic needs and restore some of our dignity.

3. Bed covers and blankets: 1200 euros

- To provide warmth to our children and the elderly during the harsh winter nights.

4.Winter clothes: 800 euros

- Includes jackets, shoes and wool socks to protect my family from the cold.

Total: 5000 euros only.

? Why are we contacting you?

We have exhausted all our resources, and everything we have previously collected has been spent on basic needs. Today, we ask you to stand with us, because we believe that the goodness in your hearts will reach us.❤️

"🤝How can you help?

Your donation, no matter how small, means safety, warmth and life to us.Every euro can be the difference between a harsh and cold night and a smile on the faces of my child and my family as they feel safe.

🙏 Please support my child and my family and help us get through this ordeal.

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sweetshuga · 1 month ago

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𝑴𝒂𝒕𝒕 𝑺𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒐𝒍𝒐 ✰ 𝑰𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒆

───~𓆩♡𓆪~───

𝒃𝒇!𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒕! Warming his dick in you after experimenting with snow. "Fu—ck, y’feel so good, so fuckin’ warm."

𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒂. @issysh3ll... Her asks inspires me everyday. «𝑰𝒏𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒅»

𝒘𝒄. 𝟫𝟧𝟩

𝒑𝒔𝒂. English is not my first language! A little bonus since I accidentally posted Smutmas before I was supposed to<3 𝑴𝑫𝑵𝑰

⚠ 𝑫𝑶 𝑵𝑶𝑻 𝑨𝑻𝑻𝑬𝑴𝑷𝑻 𝑨𝑻 𝑯𝑶𝑴𝑬, 𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑺 𝑰𝑺 𝑷𝑼𝑹𝑬 𝑭𝑰𝑪𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵 ⚠

Matt woke up earlier than usual, groaning softly as he stretched his limbs before carefully disentangling himself from your sleeping form. He stood up and immediately walked to the window above his bed. Lifting the curtains up slightly to see the weather and his eyes lit up, it was snowing. His mind pinged with an idea—his painfully stiff morning wood dragging his mind into the gutter.

He grumbled a complaint under his breath about his dick being too insatiable before slipping on an oversized white jumper that hid his arousal. Ready to go out and get some snow from outside to do his little experiment he just thought of.

The moment he stepped outside a shiver ran down his spine from the cool breeze, "fuck, why’s it so fucking cold outside?" He mumbled as he briskly walked towards his car where there was a thin sheet of snow covering the roof. He carefully extracted a small amount of snow into a plastic bag before walking back inside, letting out a shuddering breath.

"Hm? You’re up early, and is that snow?" Nick laughed in amusement as he walked towards Matt, "I can’t believe you went out at 5 am just to get snow in a plastic bag, what’re you even gonna do with that? Don’t tell me you’re gonna rub—" Matt punched Nick’s arm, making him let out a loud noise.

"Ow motherfucker! What was that for?" "Why are you awake?" Nick raised his eyebrows, "why am I awake? Well, someone has to edit the fucking videos, and I didn’t wake up, I just didn’t sleep." Matt shook his head slightly, a laugh escaping him despite himself, making Nick’s annoyed expression falter and morph into a grin.

𓆩♡𓆪

Matt finally managed to get back to his room, exhaling softly as he closed the door behind himself. He walked away from the door and towards the bed, checking if you were still sleeping before he walked to his gaming chair. Plopping down on it, he looked at the bag of snow that still somehow hadn’t melted yet—much to his excitement. He quickly pulled down his pants, letting out a low groan as he palmed his painfully hard erection.

He tugged his jumper over his head and shrugged it off, leaving him in a black tank top, and his pj flannel pants down mid-thigh. His red briefs had a blotch of precum soaking the front, and he was quick to pull his briefs down slightly, letting his hefty length spring free. "Fuck," he rasped as he swiped his thumb over his tip, collecting the steadily leaking precum before spreading some of it around his shaft.

Matt couldn’t resist giving himself a few pumps, letting out a series of muffled moans as he did so. He reluctantly let go of himself – his length twitching from the loss of friction – and took the bag of snow. He knew it was nearly impossible to put the snow flake by flake on his tip, but he wanted to try anyway—his curiosity clouding his common sense.

𓆩♡𓆪

"Fuck this," he groaned aloud, tossing the bag of slushy of snow onto his desk. His tip was cold, slightly red and swollen from not getting relief, and he could feel himself shuddering. Suddenly, he felt a gentle hand carding through his hair. "What’re you doing baby..." Your voice trailed off when you looked down at his lap – his cock standing at attention – before taking your gaze back to his face which now had a pink-ish hue to it. All sleep, that lingered, vanished into thin air, an undeniable heat pooling in your panties from the erotic scene.

"Matt, what—" he cut you off with a quick mumble that sounded something like "It’s fine, i’ll deal with it myself". You chuckled softly, "you sure?" He gulped audibly, his resolve crumbling bit by bit. "I mean... I don’t wanna burden you, you don’t have to—" he paused and sighed—knowing his hands couldn’t compare to your warm pussy. "I take it back, please, sweetheart?" You smiled and pulled him up and towards the bed.

He stumbled slightly due to his pants and briefs around his thighs, but made it to the bed nonetheless and plopped on it, his erection bobbing obscenely. You chuckled before tapping his thighs, "c’mon, up." He immediately lifted himself up just enough for you to pull his pants and briefs further down, letting it pool at his ankles and shimmied out of your own underwear before straddling his lap.

He hissed in a breath when he felt your warmth on his much cooler skin. "Fuck, baby, hold on—" he let out a shaky moan when you teased his tip against your already slippery slit. He felt his need increase tenfold, the sensation of your warm and wet pussy against his poor sensitive tip proving to be too much for him, and in an instant you were laying under him with wide eyes from the sudden change in positions.

His tongue darted out to wet his lips, gripping your hips tightly before suddenly plunging deep inside without any warning. The coolness of the head of his cock against your much warmer insides sent tingles down your spine. "Oh fuck, Matt," you moaned, your head thrown back against the pillow and eyes shut tightly to prevent it from rolling back. Your hands flew out to clutch onto his forearms when he started to move.

"Fu—ck, y’feel so good, so fuckin’ warm." He groaned, his hand coming up to cover your mouth, "shh—sweets, we’re not alone—mffh, you know." He didn’t wait for a reply and instead started to increase his pace. Making sure to hit all the right spots. He knew everything about you—and your pretty little cunt, after all.

𓆩♡𓆪

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cellophanejpeg · 3 months ago

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it's a craving, not a crush | s. hanta

s: sero can't keep resisting to you anymore. it's killing him. he aches for the moment he can be inside you again. it doesn't matter if you're in your patrol shift and in public. he just has to have you.

w: semi-public sex, clothed sex, smut, smut, smut!!!

n: beta read by @jemifis 💕 i love her. read on ao3.

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There’s something about sleeping with your best friend that changes you.

For example, you’re clingier than ever. All you think about is spending time with Sero. It’s even worse when you don’t get paired up for missions, you miss him so much when you’re apart. It feels stupid, like you're a dumb kid who eagerly waits to see their best friend after a long time apart.

It's not much different than that, if you're honest. After that night in your apartment, you and Sero have been avoiding talking about what happened, which frustrates you more than you'd like to admit. You know you can't force him to keep sleeping with you, but you'd be lying if you said you haven't thought about it every night, trying to replicate the pleasure he gave you with your humble fingers.

Maybe I should get a vibrator, you think as you scroll through Amazon on your phone, during patrol.

It's a sunny day, the weather has been nice lately. From the top of the roof, where you stand, you can see the street you're supposed to be on watch for. You're not paying attention to it, though – it's a slow day anyway –, but you do look when a pair of boots hit the ground behind you.

Sero stands there, tall and broad, removing his helmet to reveal his messy and sweaty hair. He smiles at you as he approaches, stealing your breath away.

“There she is,” he says, reaching to remove his ear piece, the one that connects a hero back to the agency, “taking a break?”

“I am now.” You smile, watching as he leans his arms on the metal bars of the railing. “You?”

“My shift is almost over.”

A silent pause hangs in the air as you both enjoy the view of the city. The tension is almost palpable and the silence is so loud you're sure he can hear the thumping of your heartbeat. His elbow touches yours and it sends you a wave of electricity through your body.

“So, about that night…” Sero breaks the silence. Without fail, your heart sinks in, knowing what’ll come next. Your anxiety only grows when he hesitates, “I know we promised to pretend it didn't happen if things got weird–”

“Are things weird?” You interrupt, getting ahead of yourself.

“No, no!” he exclaims, far too quickly, “They're not weird, I just–” he pauses again, and you turn to fully face him and touch his arm, silently letting him know that you're here for him. He exhales sharply and looks back at you. “We’re still friends, right?”

“Of course, Hanta.” You smile, reassuring him. “Since second grade.”

“I don’t want to ruin things for us,” he confesses.

“Why would they be ruined?”

“Because I can’t stop thinking about it.”

You stare at him, but he looks away, a shy smile on his face. Suddenly, your breath quickens with the thought of Sero, alone in his apartment, hands wrapped around himself, as he moans your name.

“Oh,” you say when you realize you haven't replied.

“Y-yeah.” He looks away, red-faced. “Embarrassing, right?”

“Not really.” The words come out of your mouth faster than you can process them.

He turns his head to face you so quickly that you almost hear it snapping.

“Wha–”

“I also think about it,” you admit. “All the time.”

“Oh.”

A tense pause hangs in the air, while you stare at each other and it takes just a second before Sero's mouth is on yours. He presses you onto the railing, the cold metal biting your skin as he quickly slips his hand under your shirt. You return his kiss with passion, reaching to tug on his hair, arching your back so your chest presses against him. He pulls away to kiss your neck, sucking a spot on your skin, which makes you whimper. His skilled hands hastily undo your belt and, sooner than you expected, his fingers find solace in between your folds.

Right now, you don't care about being out on a roof, where anyone could walk in on you two. Right now, you just care about Sero's fingers rubbing your clit harshly and getting you wetter by the second.

“I missed this so much,” he says, pulling away and turning you, so your back touches his chest. You feel him grabbing your ass before pulling your pants down, resuming his ministrations on you. He pushes a finger inside you as the other hand snakes under your shirt again, exploring your breasts and nipples over your bra, “can't wait any longer, angel, need to be inside you.”

His voice is strained, almost as if he's in pain and you're the only medicine he needs.

“Then fuck me already.” You moan, drunk on the feeling of his fingers inside you.

“Oh, shit, such a dirty mouth she has.” Sero pulls his fingers out of you to unzip the front of his suit.

When he pushes his cock into you, you let out an involuntary gasp at the feeling of him bare. Sero doesn't wait for you to get used to it and starts a rough pace, blunt fingernails digging into your skin. He bites your neck again, and a strangled cry leaves your lips. Your hand flies to his hair again, as you turn your head towards him to kiss him roughly.

“Such a good girl, taking me so well.” He murmurs in your ear.

“Hanta…”

“I love it when you say my name like that.”

It's the combined fear of someone seeing you two with his hunger for you that gets you off. His strong arms hold you close to him, and you hold on to the railing, knuckles going white. You hold back a moan, trying not to get attention drawn to you two – not that anyone down there will spot two hero figures going at it.

Sero slips his hand under your shirt again, squeezing one of your breasts as he slams his hips against your ass, his rough breath on your ear. He moans, grunts and whimpers your name, his voice sending waves of pleasure through where you are connected.

You're almost reaching your high, when a voice speaks through your earpiece, making you jump. It calls you by your hero name, asking for coordinates and an update on patrol.

“Wait, Sero, stop stop stop!” You reach behind you to grab his hips from behind.

“What's wrong?” He stops his movements, with a concerned look in his eyes.

You reach to your earpiece, speaking through it, and answering the requests given to you. Then, you rip the earpiece away, making sure it’s turned off. A sigh leaves your lips, hands slightly shaking from almost getting caught having sex on audio with your coworker. You would be fired in an instant if this came out.

“Sorry about that,” you say, trying to ignore the fact that he’s still inside you.

“Don’t worry about it.” He kisses your cheek, slowly pulling out, knowing the moment is gone now. You think it’s ridiculous how you miss him instantly, how he leaves you empty. However, he makes sure to dress you back, helping you pull your uniform pants up and making sure you have everything in order. The way he adjusts your hair has your heart skipping a beat.

“To be continued?” You smile cheekily, a spark of hope in your eyes. Sero smiles back, laughing.

“Absolutely. My place or yours?”

“Mine.” You feel the heat on your face, watching as he puts his helmet back on. You love how he looks in his hero uniform.

He softly pinches your chin, looking at you through the helmet. “See you tonight then.”

“Yeah.”

You watch as Sero jumps out of the roof with your heart beating like crazy. You won’t even try to process what just happened right now, you’ll just enjoy the view and long for when you’ll see him again.

And you can’t wait for tonight.

tags: @lousypotatoes @siillkie

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unabashegirl · 5 months ago

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entangled 1 | one shot

Y/N, punished by her gang leader for a failed mission, meets Harry, a rival gang member, at a club. Their encounter turns intense and passionate.

Author's note: Hello everyone! I hope you are all doing well! Here is another one shot. This one was posted almost a month ago on Patreon. They've already gotten a chance to read it. The second part will be posted here and it contains smut.

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The rain drummed steadily against the cobblestone streets of London, casting a sheen over the historic architecture. A heavy fog rolled through the city, shrouding the narrow alleyways and dimly lit corners in a ghostly haze. The occasional flash of neon signs reflected off the wet pavement, creating a kaleidoscope of colors that danced erratically in the puddles.

In the heart of this misty labyrinth lay a particularly desolate alley, where the rain seemed to fall harder, as if refusing to touch anything but the cold ground. Here, the sound of the downpour was a constant, rhythmic roar, drowning out the distant hum of traffic and the occasional wail of sirens. The alley was lined with old, weather-beaten buildings, their brick facades slick with rain and grime.

Y/N moved stealthily through the darkness, her footsteps muffled by the soggy pavement. Her breath formed small clouds in the chilly air, mingling with the fog that clung to the alley walls. The tension of the night was palpable, a sharp contrast to the usually vibrant London nightlife. She was deep within enemy territory, her senses heightened and her mind alert to every sound.

As she rounded a corner, the streetlamp’s flickering light revealed a shadowy figure ahead. Y/N’s pulse quickened, both from the adrenaline of being caught and the undeniable anticipation of their inevitable confrontation. The fog parted slightly, revealing Harry Styles, his silhouette a stark contrast against the faint glow of the lamp. He stood still, his posture rigid, his eyes scanning the alley as if he could see right through the mist.

Harry stepped forward, the lamplight catching the glint in his eyes. His lips curled into a smirk as he took in Y/N's determined stance. "I knew you couldn't resist" he drawled, his voice low and mocking. "Slumming it in our territory again, are we?”

Y/N’s eyes narrowed, refusing to show any sign of intimidation. "Keeping tabs on me, Styles? Didn’t know I was that important to you."

Harry chuckled darkly, taking another step closer. "Important? Hardly. But you're predictable. Meeting with our clients, trying to undercut our deals...it’s pathetic, really."

Before Y/N could retort, three figures emerged from the shadows behind Harry. His men, loyal and watchful, forming a semi-circle around them. Their presence was a silent threat, a reminder of the precariousness of her situation.

Y/N tilted her chin up defiantly. “You need back up to deal with little old me?”

One of Harry’s men, a burly guy with a scar running down his cheek, snorted. “Can’t have him wasting time on someone who’s not worth it.”

Harry raised a hand, silencing his man with a single gesture. "Don’t worry, I can handle her," he said, his eyes never leaving Y/N’s. "Besides, this is entertaining."

Y/N’s heart pounded in her chest, but she refused to let her fear show. "Entertaining, huh? Look up," she said, pointing to the roof above her.

Harry's eyes flicked upward, his smirk faltering slightly as he saw a figure perched on the edge of the building. The sniper, a man with a confident grin, waved down at Harry and his men.

"A little insurance policy, I see." Harry muttered, his tone darkening as he turned his gaze back to Y/N.

Y/N shrugged, her expression cool. "Can't be too careful. Figured you might try something stupid."

The burly man with the scar took a step forward, but Harry raised a hand to stop him. "Stand down," he ordered, his eyes locked on Y/N. "So, this is your game? Bringing snipers to a knife fight?"

"Just leveling the playing field," Y/N replied. "Or maybe you’re not as confident as you pretend to be, Styles."

Harry's smirk returned, though it didn't quite reach his eyes. "Oh, I'm confident enough. But I have to admit, you've surprised me tonight." Harry took a step closer, his voice low and dangerous.

"Glad to hear it," Y/N said, her tone dripping with sarcasm. "But if you think a few threats and some muscle are going to scare me off, you’re in for a disappointment."

Harry's demeanor shifted, his eyes narrowing. "Cut the crap, Y/N. What are you really doing here territory? Who sent you?"

Y/N's smile didn't waver. "You think I'm here on someone else's orders? Please. I'm here because I choose to be."

Harry stepped closer, his voice low and menacing. "There’s a treaty, Y/N. Your gang stays in your territory, mine stays in ours. Or have you forgotten what it was like before we had that agreement? The bloodbath, the chaos?"

Y/N's expression hardened. "I remember. But treaties don't mean much when people are starving and desperate. Sometimes, you have to bend the rules to survive."

Harry’s eyes flashed with something between anger and grudging respect. "Survival. Is that what you call it? Sneaking into my territory, undercutting my deals?"

"Call it what you want," Y/N replied coolly. "But I’m not here to play by your rules, Harry. Not anymore."

Harry’s men shifted uneasily, sensing the rising tension. Harry glanced up at the sniper, then back at Y/N. "This ends now, Y/N. You tell your people to stay out of my territory, or next time, treaty or no treaty, there will be consequences."

Y/N stepped closer, her voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. “I’m not backing down. Not for you, not for anyone.”

For a moment, they stood there, inches apart, the rain pouring down around them, the fog swirling at their feet. The memories of the bloodbath they both wanted to avoid loomed over their confrontation, a silent reminder of what was at stake.

Harry’s jaw tightened, his eyes locked on hers. "I warned you. Next time, I won't be so lenient."

With that, he turned sharply, signaling his men to follow. They melted back into the shadows, leaving Y/N standing alone in the alley, her heart racing but her resolve stronger than ever. The rain continued to fall, washing away the tension but not the memory of their encounter. She knew this was just the beginning, and the next time they faced off, the stakes would be even higher.

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Y/N made her way through the rain-soaked streets, the adrenaline from her encounter with Harry still coursing through her veins. She navigated the labyrinthine alleyways of her territory until she reached a nondescript warehouse. Inside, the dim lighting and the smell of damp concrete provided a stark contrast to the chaos outside.

The warehouse was bustling with activity. Men and women moved purposefully, sorting through shipments, counting cash, and packaging drugs for distribution. The hum of machinery and the murmur of low conversations filled the air. Victor’s operation was large and well-organized, a testament to his cold, calculating leadership.

At the far end of the warehouse, a man sat behind a cluttered desk, his presence commanding despite his unassuming appearance. He was older than Y/N by nearly twenty years, with a cold, calculating demeanor that had earned him respect and fear alike. His name was Victor, and he had a reputation for being as ruthless as he was strategic.

As Y/N approached, Victor looked up from his paperwork, his piercing gaze settling on her. "You're late," he said, his voice devoid of any warmth.

Y/N nodded, shaking off the rain. "I ran into some trouble, but it's handled."

Victor's eyes narrowed slightly. "Did you make the deal with Sean?"

Y/N took a deep breath, recounting the details of her encounter. "I met with Sean. He’s fed up with Harry's control and wants out. He's one of their biggest distributors, and he’s willing to work with us if we can offer better terms."

Victor leaned back in his chair, his expression unreadable. "And what did Harry have to say about this?"

Y/N hesitated, knowing that the next part of her report would not please him. "Harry knew I was there. He confronted me, tried to intimidate me. But I held my ground. He has no idea about Sean's intentions."

Victor's fingers drummed lightly on the desk, his eyes narrowing to slits. "You took a risk, going into his territory without backup. You could have jeopardized everything."

Y/N met his gaze unflinchingly. "I had backup," she replied, thinking of the sniper. "And it was worth the risk. Sean is valuable. If we can secure his loyalty, we weaken Harry significantly."

Victor considered her words, his expression remaining stern. "And you believe Sean is trustworthy? He reached out to us, but that could be a ploy."

"I trust him," Y/N said firmly. "He’s desperate, and desperate people can be useful. Besides, we’re offering him a way out. He has no reason to betray us."

Victor was silent for a long moment, his eyes studying her intently. “I hope you haven’t misplaced your trust this time."

"I haven’t," Y/N replied confidently. "This is our chance to hit Harry where it hurts."

Victor nodded slowly, a cold smile creeping onto his lips. "Very well. Continue working with Sean. But be careful. Harry won’t take this lightly, and he’s not someone we can afford to underestimate."

Y/N nodded, feeling a sense of determination. "’ll handle it."

Victor leaned forward, his eyes sharp. "Good. And Y/N?"

“Remember, loyalty is everything”.

Y/N's heart skipped a beat, but she kept her expression neutral. "I won’t."

Victor dismissed her with a curt nod, returning to his paperwork. As Y/N left the warehouse, she couldn’t shake the feeling that the lines between duty and desire were becoming increasingly blurred. The rain had lessened to a drizzle, but the storm brewing was far from over.

They had met when they were just kids, newly initiated and eager to prove themselves. They hadn’t even turned eighteen yet, and the world of crime and rivalry was still new and intoxicating. The first time she saw Harry, he was standing in a grimy alley, his youthful face set with a determination that matched her own.

From the very first day, they were pinned against one another. Victor had always made sure to poison Y/N's mind, filling her with stories of Harry's ruthlessness and the cruelty of his gang. He painted Harry as the embodiment of their enemy, someone to be despised and defeated at all costs.

But despite the animosity Victor instilled in her, Y/N couldn’t help but notice the fire in Harry’s eyes. There was a spark there, a drive that mirrored her own. They clashed often, their encounters fierce and unyielding. But beneath the surface of their rivalry, there was an unspoken understanding, a recognition of kindred spirits.

Back then, Harry’s boss was a different man—cruel, ruthless, and feared by all. He ruled with an iron fist, and Harry was his protégé, learning the ways of their world under his harsh tutelage. The man was a constant presence in their lives, a looming shadow that dictated their every move.

Years passed, and the battles between their gangs grew bloodier. The streets were painted with the consequences of their rivalry. The turning point came when Harry's boss was killed in a brutal skirmish. In the chaos that followed, Harry emerged as the new leader, taking over with a resolve that was both feared and respected.

Victor had always kept Y/N close, grooming her to be one of his most trusted members. He continued to feed her a steady diet of distrust and hatred for Harry. "Never forget what he stands for," Victor would say. "He's our enemy. Always has been, always will be."

Despite the indoctrination, Y/N couldn’t shake the memories of their shared past. She remembered the way Harry had looked at her during their first encounter. It was a connection that neither of them could deny, even as they stood on opposite sides of a deadly divide.

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Y/N made her way to the hospital, after securing her payment and leaving the warehouse. The familiar ache of longing and love filled her chest as she approached the sterile, imposing building. This visit, a ritual she never missed, was the one thing that brought light to her otherwise shadowed existence.

Y/N hadn’t joined a gang at sixteen out of a desire for power or excitement. It had been a desperate measure, a necessary evil to secure the funds needed for her sister’s treatment. Her sister, Emily, was just ten years old and battling a relentless illness. The money Y/N earned through her dangerous work was the only thing keeping Emily’s hope for a future alive.

As Y/N walked through the hospital corridors, the stark white walls and the scent of antiseptic did little to soothe her. She navigated her way to Emily's room, her footsteps quickening as she neared the door. She took a deep breath before pushing it open, her heart lifting at the sight of her little sister.

Emily lay in a bed surrounded by beeping monitors and IV drips. Her face lit up with a bright smile as soon as she saw Y/N. "Y/N!" she exclaimed, her voice weak but filled with joy.

Y/N forced a smile, trying to mask the turmoil inside her. "Hey there, sunshine," she said, approaching the bed and gently brushing a strand of hair from Emily's forehead. "How are you feeling today?"

Emily shrugged, her smile never wavering. "A bit tired, but I’m okay. The doctors say I’m doing better."

"That’s great news," Y/N said, her voice soft. She sat down beside the bed, holding Emily’s small hand in hers. "I brought you something." She reached into her bag and pulled out a small, wrapped package. "Open it."

Emily’s eyes widened with excitement as she unwrapped the gift. Inside was a sketchbook and a set of colored pencils. "These are perfect!"

Y/N’s heart warmed at her sister’s happiness. "I thought you might like them. You can draw all the things you are going to do when you leave the hospital”.

Emily nodded enthusiastically, already flipping through the pages of the sketchbook. "The beach, the park, maybe even you and me together."

Y/N’s smile faltered for a moment, the weight of her choices pressing down on her. She quickly pushed the thoughts aside, focusing on the present. "I can’t wait to see your drawings."

They spent the next hour talking and laughing, the bleakness of the hospital room fading away in the light of Emily’s joy. For a little while, Y/N could forget about the dangerous world she was entangled in, finding solace in her sister’s company.

As visiting hours came to an end, Y/N reluctantly stood up. "I have to go now, Em. But I’ll be back soon, okay?"

Emily nodded, her smile unwavering. "Promise?"

"Promise," Y/N said, leaning down to kiss her sister’s forehead. "You just keep getting better, and we’ll have all the time in the world."

With one last look at Emily, Y/N turned and left the room, the weight of her double life settling back onto her shoulders.

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The air was thick with anticipation as Y/N and her crew gathered in a dimly lit alleyway. Victor had received intel that Harry’s gang was making a move to reclaim and prevent Sean from selling for Y/N’s gang. Harry’s gang planned to kidnap Sean, ensuring he couldn’t betray them. Y/N’s orders were clear: protect Sean at all costs.

The clash began in the shadows, a chaotic melee of fists, knives, and gunfire. The alleyway turned into a battleground, the sound of fighting echoing off the walls. Y/N moved with practiced precision, taking down opponents with a cold efficiency. Her senses were heightened, every sound and movement sharp and clear in her mind.

In the midst of the chaos, she spotted Harry, his presence unmistakable even in the dim light. Their eyes locked, and for a moment, the world around them faded away. The fire in Harry’s eyes was as fierce as ever, matching the determination in Y/N’s.

“Y/N!” Harry shouted over the noise, his voice a mix of anger and something else she couldn’t quite place. “This ends now!”

Without another word, they lunged at each other. Their fight was intense, a blur of swift movements and exchanged blows. Harry’s strength was matched by Y/N’s agility, each anticipating the other’s moves with an almost instinctual familiarity.

Harry threw a punch that Y/N barely dodged, countering with a swift kick that caught him off guard. He stumbled back but quickly regained his footing, his eyes never leaving hers. The rain-soaked ground made their footing precarious, but neither wavered.

“You’ve got balls, I’ll give you that,” Harry growled, wiping a trickle of blood from his lip.

“Balls aren’t enough to survive in this world,” Y/N shot back, her voice steady despite the adrenaline coursing through her veins.

They continued to fight, each trying to gain the upper hand. Harry managed to pin Y/N against a wall, his grip strong and unyielding. “Why are you doing this, Y/N? Sean isn’t for you to take!”

Y/N glared at him, her breath coming in short, sharp bursts. “This has nothing to do about Sean. I was given orders and I have to obey”.

Their fight resumed with renewed intensity, neither willing to back down. Around them, the battle raged on, the sounds of struggle blending into a chaotic symphony. Y/N and Harry were locked in their own private war, each move a testament to their skills and their conflicting desires.

Y/N swiftly drew the small knife she always carried with her. Realizing that the only way to take him down was to stab him, she knew she had to act fast. He was much bigger than her. She was strong, but not strong enough to overpower him without the blade.

Before she could make her move, Harry’s reflexes kicked in. He drew his own knife in a flash, and before Y/N could react, he had nicked her arm. A sharp pain shot through her as blood began to seep from the wound, staining her sleeve.

“You think you can take me down that easily?” Harry sneered, his eyes cold and calculating. “You’ve got a lot to learn.”

Y/N gritted her teeth, refusing to show any sign of weakness. She adjusted her grip on the knife, her mind racing for a strategy. The pain in her arm was a stark reminder of the danger she faced, but it also fueled her determination.

They circled each other, both on high alert. The rain continued to fall, making the ground slippery and adding to the tension in the air. Harry lunged forward, aiming for another strike, but Y/N anticipated his move, sidestepping just in time and slashing at him with her own blade.

Y/N’s arm throbbed, but she pushed the pain to the back of her mind, focusing on the fight. She managed to land a shallow cut on Harry’s side, drawing blood. He hissed in pain, his eyes narrowing with fury.

“Don’t make me hurt you.” Something had changed within Harry, and Y/N couldn’t quite put her finger on it. He looked deadlier, his eyes colder and more ruthless than ever before.

Harry was quick to land a blow on Y/N, knocking her to the ground. He wasted no time in picking her up, his strong hand gripping her neck as he pressed his knife against her throat.

Y/N’s heart raced with a mixture of fear and something else entirely. The pressure of his massive hand around her neck sent a thrill through her, mingling with her worry. She stared into his eyes, defiance and a flicker of excitement burning within her.

“Styles! Stop!” yelled one of Y/N’s most trusted men, his hands raised in a gesture of mercy. He noticed that Y/N’s feet weren’t touching the floor, suspended by Harry’s grip on her throat. “We’ll leave. Don’t kill her.”

Y/N’s face turned red as she struggled for breath. Every instinct in her body screamed at her to give up, the pressure making her feel like her eyes were about to burst from their sockets.

Harry’s grip tightened momentarily before he loosened his hold just enough for Y/N to gasp for air. His eyes remained fixed on her, cold and unyielding.

“Don’t test me, darlin' "

Part 2

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