Best Fiends

Chapter 4

*Author's Note: Hey everyone, I have a new chapter for y'all, if you forget, Thomas is Tom and Jerome is Jerry. 

Later on that day, it had almost begin to turn night when Thomas was finally able to leave his boss's mansion as he walked over to his car in a rush, hoping that he won't have to do any more assignments. 

One, first ever, Killshot target, was already enough for him to handle at the moment.  

Phew that was close.

I thought for sure that he'd have my head on a platter!

Thomas thought with a small shiver down his spine while he got inside his car and immediately started to drive towards the location, which was all the way in New York City, according to Butch. 

But since the trip to that location would take approximately 6 hours by car alone, he decided to split his time by heading to Buffalo first to take a rest at the nearest convenient hotel before getting up early the next morning to drive several more hours on down the road.  

Although he had a briefcase full of supplies that are all loaded up and equipped to use, he still didn't feel comfortable about the whole scenario at all. 

It almost seems like that what he is set out to do is a mistake. 

All his life, he only wanted to do what was best for him and his needs for survival. 

But now that reality was hitting him, he needed to think about his next choice that could easily turn fatal, if not resolved in a timely manner.

He could always run away and start a new life, but that would only cause suspicion and even result in those three Russo brothers, who obviously hate him so much, or anyone else working for Butch, to hunt him down like a dog. 

For the next 2 hours, his mind endlessly thought of the worst possibilities until he was able to stop at a Holiday Inn by the next highway in Buffalo and checked in at the front register. 

He then took the keycard and walked inside his room 304.

Once he got inside, he shut the door behind him and quickly flopped over to his bed without a bath, hoping to sleep off his anxiety.  

Unknowingly, this would be the same exact hotel that Jerome, himself, would be staying in for the night too.  

And by unlucky fate, their rooms also happen to be right next to each other. 

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The next morning, like Thomas, Jerome had also checked in late last night and immediately took a long rest until he was able to get up at around 10:30 am for the complimentary guest breakfast from the hotel. 

He then grabbed his keycard and walked out of his room, 303, wearing a nice green flannel with pants and headed downstairs to the lobby.

When he got there, he piled his plate high with cinnamon rolls, fruit and yogurt along with a cup of coffee as he walked over to a small table and placed his stuff down to eat. 

While munching on some of the cinnamon rolls, he glanced over to his right and sees a guy with a smooth blueish gray dye mixed hair, reading some files out of a folder and was wearing a nice clean dress shirt and matching pants. 

By the looks of him, he was not only admirably attractive, but was also somewhat out of place and could possibly belong to some kind of organization group.