Created by the devil

Naked truth.

Tommy's ears receive the sound of the shot firing. Before he can open his eyes, another shot is fired. He doesn't want to open his eyes. He doesn't want to accept the way of his life.

Suddenly he feels something wet on his shoulder. His curiosity gets the best of him, and he opens his eyes.

He has held his eyes so shut that when he first opens his eyes his entourage is hazy. As his view sharpens, he detects not one but two bodies.

He concentrates on the earth that lays in a pile when he feels a hand on the front of his shoulder. He looks down and sees a bloody handkerchief.

That's when the realisation hits him. He has been shot. But as he turns his head back to the two men, he's happy that he only has been shot in the shoulder and not the head.

The man helps Tommy back into the car once he was done getting rid of the men. The wound on his shoulder stings, but at this point, he doesn't care. Never has he been this close to death.

He has looked death right in the eye in France and could never forget the dusky look it has. In the moment self, when they were tunnelling, he didn't care if he would die. He wanted it to be over, but now, he has so much more to lose.

The car slightly moves as the slim man sits down behind the wheel. The movement makes him push harder with the handkerchief on the wound, making him hiss.

"Oh, pipe down, will ya. Those guys are more fucked than you." The man revealed his heavy voice, but that's not the thing that Tommy remarks. The man has an American accent.

While the other men who were on their way to their personal hell had Irish voices. Tommy looks back on the road and asks, "Where are you taking me?"

The man slightly laughs as if he doesn't agree with his own words "As much as I think that you should burn in hell, I have orders. You are going home, Mr Shelby."

"You don't seem like a man who likes orders." Tommy observes. The man sighs as he doesn't want this conversation to grow further. "A man is capable of doing anything to protect his own. Luca gave me fucking orders, and they have to be obeyed. It's as simple as that." Tommy slightly frowns.

It would not be for his good that Luca spared his life. No, it must be for something bigger. But what it is, he has no idea. He doesn't like having the feeling of not being in command or at least knowing what to do next. The man starts laughing after he had a look at Tommy's face.

Tommy will never be more vulnerable than this for his enemies.

"Don't look so astonished. They become dangerous when you take away the thing they hold dearest. She just did what she had to do. It's part of the life you all signed up for." The conversation falls quiet.

Tommy knew from the start who he was talking about. As if the man had gotten used to Tommy, he goes on saying, "The naked truth is, they've always been like that. The line between love and hate is real fucking thin."

Gia finally arrives  after a twenty-minute walk from the pub at the Shelby residency. Opening the door in the hope to find some peace and quiet, she's surprised by the loud noise of people sheering.

The smoke of cigarettes dance in the air making it almost impossible to see who's standing in front of her.

She hears a loud voice yell over the other voices, "Ah the woman of the hour. How are ya, love?" She holds her laugh in as a drunk Arthur bear-hugs her. "Good, hav-" She's cut short by Arthur who places a hand on her belly.

"And how is the tiger doing?" Gia frowns "Tiger? You know what it doesn't matter. Have you seen my Tommy?" She questions him as he takes another sip his beer.