Created by the devil

Naked truth.

Tommy's ears received the sound of the shot firing. Before he could open his eyes another shot, was fired. He didn't want to open his eyes. He didn't want to accept the way of his life any further. Suddenly he felt something wet on his shoulder. His curiosity got the best of him, and he opened his eyes.

He had held his eyes so shut that when he first opened his eyes his entourage was hazy. As his view sharpened, he detected not on but two bodies. He concentrated on the earth that lay in a pile as he felt a hand on the front of his shoulder. He looked down and saw a bloody hand and handkerchief.

That's when the realisation hit him. He had been shot. But as he turned his head back to the two men, he was happy that he only had been shot in the shoulder and not the head. He helped Tommy back into the car once he was done getting rid of the men. The wound on his shoulder stung, but at this point, he didn't care.

He had looked death right in the eye in France and could never forget the dusky look it had. 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 had so much more to lose.

He felt the car slightly move as the slim man sat down behind the wheel. The movement made him push with his 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 remarked about his voice. The man had an Italian accent.

The other men who were on their way to their personal hell had Irish voices. Tommy looked back on the road and asked, "Where are you taking me?" The man slightly laughed as if he didn'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 observed. The man sighed as he didn'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 frowned.

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

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

Gia finally arrived 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 was surprised by the loud noise of people sheering. The smoke of cigarettes danced in the air making it almost impossible to see who was standing in front of her.

She heard a loud voice yell over the other voices, "Ah the woman of the hour. How are ya, love?" She held her laugh in as a drunk Arthur bear-hugged her. "Good, hav-" She was cut short by Arthur who placed a hand on her belly. "And how is the tiger doing?" Gia frowned "Tiger? You know what it doesn't matter. Have you seen Tommy?" She questioned him as he drank the end of his beer at once.