𝐌𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬

11 | Tea Makes Your Heart Warmer

Marshall the Witness Protection Marshal came around tonight which was a pleasant surprise. Someone knocking at my door this late however, I assumed it was Y/N giving into her no sex rule and desperately begging for me to fuck her. We'd hung out a few times since our date, but nothing more than making out.

It was Marshall at my door though; a six foot four man with a buzz cut and arms bigger than my fucking head. I have to admit, it was nice having human interaction in my home. Although, the reason for his visit wasn't as pleasant as I had hoped.

He told me that Dad had been attacked in prison during their lunch in the cafeteria. Some sort of operation between several inmates resulted in Dad being taken to ICU earlier in the afternoon. The most brutal part of hearing that news was the fact I wasn't allowed to see him; it would be a breach of my legal obligation.

Apparently what had happened was planned in advance. One guy held dad in a choke hold behind him, a second guy held back his arms and a third son of a bitch used a homemade shank to stab into his throat and stomach. Luckily, Dad survived.

Currently, the immediate family were at the hospital visiting him; Mum, Harry, Sam and Paddy. He was critical and unconscious but stable for the time being. He had a few cracked ribs, damaged arteries and internal bleeding. And external bleeding I guess. Just bleeding everywhere.

Marshall left a bit after nine, so I called Mum straight after and tried to talk her down from her insanely emotional high. This was the emotional side of her that she didn't let the courts see when Dad was charged.

I promised her that Harry and Sam would stay by her side and attend to anything and everything she needed. I promised her that the men who did this to Dad would get their comeuppance and that he will be okay. I don't know if he will be okay, but I told her that anyway. I told her to get some sleep, that she needed a good cup of tea with a dash of alcohol to help her sleep; she laughed at that. That made me smile.

I knew that there would be a twenty four hour surveillance guarding Dad's room at hospital and that seeing him was going to be nearly impossible as I was the one son who didn't have clearance. Except, for the fact my new ID's didn't say Holland on them.

I got in my car and drove the hour and a half to the hospital he was admitted into, asking the dreary old receptionist at the triage desk which floor and ward I should be heading to. Heading up the elevator, I got a call from Haz, asking me how I was feeling and that he and Uncle Jack were going to get to the bottom of this.

"I think Uncle Jack had something to do with this dude... Sam got this guy the other week and he said that Jack hired one of his guys to put a hit on Dad... How did this prick know that this was going to happen weeks before?" I said quietly, thanking my lucky stars nobody else was entering the elevator.

"So we're going to believe everything our enemies tell us? Good to know," Haz joked, obviously not believing my suspicion that Jack had links to this happening.

Then I hung up.
Fuck you Haz.
Go fuck Robyn or something.
Don't fucking joke about this shit.

Dad's floor had security waiting outside of his room, checking my ID and asking me how a 'Thomas Holsworthy' was affiliated with Dominic Holland.

"I'm on his legal team asshole, I'm the one guy outside of his family who's allowed to see him. So let me see my client and there won't be any trouble here, understand?" I said sinisterly, smiling at the end as one guard nodded to the other, letting me in.

Honestly I can't believe that worked.

Remember how I mentioned that mafia men don't really show their emotions in a sad and lonely display of toxic masculinity? Well, I broke that hard wall tonight. I bawled my fucking eyes out next to him. It was just him and I in the room and he wasn't even conscious to see me cry, so it was fine.

I grasped his hand in both of mine, pulling my chair closer to the side of his bed and looking up at all the tubes and wires attached to him. It made the situation scarier, no wonder Mum was a wreck; he looked straight out of a horror film.

His face was black and blue, presumably from the men who attacked him. Around his neck was thick gauze and bandages, under his sheets his body probably looked worse. I squeezed his hand, telling him that I loved him, I trusted him, and that I wouldn't let those sons of bitches get away with this.

I knew the longer I stayed the more risk I had of being caught here, so I cut my losses and left, knowing that this very well could be the last time I see my father. But he's a trooper, he's stronger than this. I can't count the amount of times I've seen him in hospital.

Turning on my phone once I left the Intensive Care Unit, I saw a bunch of messages from Y/N and sent her a quick response.

Y/N
New episode of Loki is out
and I'm dying to watch it

Y/N
I know you said I had to wait
for you but I can't waitttt

Y/N
Damn your car isn't out the
front I was going to invite you
over to watch it with me :(

TOM
Hey sorry, my Dad got in
an accident today and I'm at the
hospital with him. He's in a pretty
bad state so I'm kind of not up
for Loki tonight sorry x

I cried on the way home too. I don't have shame about it because nobody could see. I think the last time someone saw me cry was when my dog died and I was like, ten. Other than that, I always cry alone; if ever. I sighed when I got home, throwing my jacket on the couch and going straight to the kitchen to pour myself a whiskey. I needed something to take the edge off.

A faint knock was heard from the door, causing me to quickly take a swig of the drink and answer it, it now being past midnight and me not ready for neighbours to harass me. But it was Y/N, in her cute pajamas holding a warm mug of tea in her hands.

"I saw you get home and made you a tea. I'm sorry to hear about your Dad," she said smiling gently, a sad but sincere smile. She really did care about me, it was weird to experience.

I took the mug and thanked her, asking her if she wanted to come inside.

"No, no, it's late and I'm sure you just want to sleep by now," she said shaking her head.

"Please Y/N, I don't think I'll be able to sleep anyway. You can um, you can stay here if you want," I shrugged, sipping from the tea she gave me. The warmth was a nice contrast from the burning whiskey I had just had a shot of.

She smiled, coming inside and kicking her slippers off at the door. She was so fucking cute, coming across in her pajamas just to give me a cup of tea.

"You look exhausted Tom, maybe you should at least try to sleep tonight. Maybe it'll be soothing having someone next to you for a change," she said softly, putting her hand out for me and leading me up the stairs.

If I wasn't completely worried about my father, I'd probably be trying to flirt with her and make her want to have sex with me; but I'm too tired to do that. I finished the tea and placed the mug on the bedside table, both of us getting into my bed.

We'd never been in my bed before. We've been in hers when we made out once and I slid my hand up her skirt and she hit it away telling me I was impatient. Other than that, we've never been in a bed together or slept next to each other.

She wriggled closer to me under the covers, putting her arm over me and her head on my chest. Honestly, I don't really do this with women. Normally I have sex with them and leave. Or they leave. I don't ever invest time into people enough to cuddle or spoon or remotely have any feelings towards them. And I definitely don't wake up next to them in the morning.

But Y/N made me feel warm inside, maybe because she was the first girl who genuinely cared about me.