Moonlight | T.H | bk2

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"tom," i whispered his name and pulled away from him slowly. i could feel he wanted to keep me close but, i can't. "what were you thinking!" tom snapped at me. "i could've hurt you! don't rush in like that!" he scolded me for stopping him. i kept my eyes on the ground. "you should go." i said quietly. from the corner of my eye i saw tom tense up. "what." his voice laced with hurt. i bit my lower lip to stop it from shaking. tom needs to leave before he sees connor. "you need to go." i still wouldn't look at him. "you aren't being serious," tom exasperated. i just nodded. "sabrina! i'm not letting you stay with this fucker!" tom shouted tugging at my wrist.

i couldn't help but scoff, i finally looked at him. "now you want to stop me?" he seemed stunned by my words, but quickly looked away. "you chose to leave me." his grip hardened on my wrist. "you chose the mafia over me." i snapped back. "it's my life sabrina!" he shot. "what about me!" tears fell from my eyes. "where do i fit in that life!?" i questioned. tom leaned back a little, "sabrina..you.." he whispered but i cut him off. "connors my life!" i screamed at him wipping my wrist free. "i don't want him to be raised as a heir to your throne! he's a lodge! a died out family name that no one cares for! i refuse to let him be a holland!" i stood back up. tom followed. "he is a holland." his words were firm.

just then gun shots echoed outside. "about damn time," mark sighed annoyed. tom instantly pulled me behind him, and i clutched the back of his shirt. "tom holland! come meet your fate!" a deep and husky voice boomed outside. tom shared looks with his brothers who nodded back. with a heavy punch harry hit mark in the back of the head to knock him out. "night night piggy." sam spat on him. "go secure our escape route." tom ordered. "yeah," harry and sam said together and moved towards the bedroom door. tom slowly walked over to the wall near the front window. he clicked his tongue when he saw who was outside.

"what?" i whispered getting close to him. he held out his arm for me to stay back. "some russian bastard who thinks he's a king." tom gritted his teeth. "tom holland! are you pansy! show your face!" the russian man shouted again then shot off his gun. i watched as tom reached behind his shirt and pulled out a hand gun. his eyes darted to mine, "go out that window with haz and the twins, we already have men stationed just outside." he nodded at me. "what about you?" i shook my head and furrowed my brows. tom eyed me up and down before the corners of his lip curled upwards. "i'll be right behind you."

with that tom walked out the front door with his gun raised above him. "had to bring your whole shitty ass family with you vikky?" tom shot a sassy smile. i watched the man tom just called vikky grimace and point his gun up. "watch your mouth english man, don't sully my mothers nickname for me with your words." his accent was thick. my heart was pounding in my ears, worried that tom was going to get hurt and worried that my son was in more danger than before. i need to get tom out of there before any bullets start to fly. i reached my hand out to grab him but i was yanked back.

"brina we need to go," harrison said softly. i looked back at tom who was still smiling at the russian man. "he'll be fine, he's the king remember?" harrison rubbed a small circle on the top of my hand. "..yeah." i mumbled. harrison started to lead me toward the bedroom, my eyes glued on the back of tom's frame. just as i entered the bedroom tom looked back at me. his gaze soft and happy. "tom.." i called out unexpectantly. he gave me a cheeky grin and turned his head back around. my heart slammed into my stomach as he was the first one to start shooting. "tom!" i called out but harrison had shut the door.

without words harrison tossed me out the window. a silent scream burned my lungs. i was caught by a large burly man who gently placed me on the ground outside. "mommy!" my head spun around when i heard the small voice. i saw connor running over to me with tear stains on his cheeks. i knelt down and opened my arms just as he crashed into them. "mommy go home!" he begged taking handfuls of my shirt into his hands. "i know, i know."  i rubbed his back and stood up. my eyes darted to the car sam and harry stood next to. they held the door open for us with smiles. "why are you two so happy?" i ignored their glances and got in, harrison sliding in beside me. "you're gonna live with us again!" sam cheered hoping into the front seat. "yeah! it was great seeing tom so damn flustered all the time, ever since you left all he does is stay in his office, beat the shit out of bastards in the basement, or fuck rando bimbos from the clubs." harry laughed as he spoke.

the car was as quiet as a morgue. the talkative twin noticed the pissed off look on harrison's face and slowly nodded and apology while sitting right in his seat. "your such a fucking idiot." sam muttered under his breath as he started the car. thankfully connor had fallen back asleep in those few moments so he didn't hear the curse words harry spoke. but i heard them all, and my heart shattered slightly. "don't listen to harry, tom....well he didn't lie but that's just how tom coped." harrison tried to comfort me but i think even he knew it didn't work. "i don't care," i looked out the window. "right," harrison nodded.

the car ride was quiet. i noticed the few cars behind us that followed closely. tom's men. sam and harry kept taking random turns to just assure no one followed us and harrison was constantly checking his phone. he finally looked relaxed once he recieved a message. connor stayed asleep in my lap which was nice. he cried so much he'll probably sleep through the whole night.

"your rooms still the same," sam added quietly when we pulled into the familiar mansion. "thanks," i said only loud enough for myself to hear. i didn't want to be back here. it brought back too much, brought back all the things i intended on giving up. harrison offered to carry connor but i shook my head. he walked me all the way back to my old room. i stared at the door handle. i knew that once i opened this bedroom door i'll be greeted with all the memories that tom and i shared. "he sleeps in here sometimes ya know," harrison's voice was soft. "i know you think being back here isn't a good idea, but.. harrison took my hand in his gently.

"but i'm happy you're only a few doors away." he kissed the top of my hand sweetly before turning on his heels. i looked away from his retreating figure and entered the room. it really was all the same. i laid connor in the middle of the bed and tucked him in with a kiss to his forehead. i sat down on the silky sheets, my hands moving up and down them. "they still feel so nice," i sighed to myself. my eyes wondered around the dark room until they stopped on a picture frame. quietly moving toward the frame that sat peacefully on the dresser, i picked it up. it was tom and i, two years ago. "when did.." my words trailed off seeing that it was a picture from when tom and i spent the night in the gazebo.

it was a random night and i needed air so i decided to go to the gazebo. tom followed me once he saw me leave the house. i tried telling him to stay behind but he insisted. we stayed up super late just talking and teasing one another until eventually we fell asleep. i wonder who took this picture, and who framed it. harrison's words replayed in my mind. tom sleeps in here? my eyes wondered back to the large bed our son now laid in. i gripped the picture. my heart quivered. it felt that sinking loneliness i repressed for two years.

i made sure connor was sound asleep before slipping out of the room. i made the familiar steps to toms office and turned the knob. it was dark and cold inside, but it still looked the same. my eyes softened remembering the times tom and i shared in here. "not the time." i mumbled and shook my head. i need to tell tom what kendall told me. right. that's why i'm here. not because the crippling feeling of needing to see tom, but because i had information. i sank into one of the corner chairs to wait for him.

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tom flung his drench shirt on the floor. "throw that out." he exhaled and ordered a maid near by. it was late into the night, damn near morning when tom was finally able to get back. he had taken care of viktor and his guys but then he started to get tailed by coleman and zach. he hoped the lies he gave viktor about sending sabrina and connor to the states would work. but for now he felt calm knowing they were safe in his home. where they both belong.

tom took a three minute shower and changed into comfy clothes. he wanted to sleep but he needed to go over what happened tonight. clearly zach and coleman are working with viktor now, he just needs to know why. he grunted as he ran a hand down his tired face. he pushed open his office door and took the few steps to his desk. it was dark so he flickered on the desk lamp in the corner. his eyes glanced around naturally but his body tensed up when he saw someone in the corner. after registering who it was everything softened. he quietly got out of his chair and walked closer to sabrina.

he knelt down in front of her sleeping body and stared at her. even as she slept he found her to be breath taking. he reached forward and took her hand in his. slowly he kissed her fingertips and pressed the top of her hand to his forehead.

"i should've never let you leave..i need you.."