Without A Trace

Two.

I walk down the hall and go into Tommys office. He looks up from his paper work before looking back down scribbling some more on papers. "Get out of my office Cora," he says coldly.

I walk around to the side of his desk and spin his chair around, "Watch who you're talking to Thomas," I seeth at him.

He smirks before shaking his head, "My apologies love," he says pulling me onto his lap, sliding his hands around my back and up the back of my shirt.

I grab ahold of his arms and dig my nails into them, "You lay a fucking hand on Lew and Mike and I will personally rain on your fucking parade, got it?" I ask him staring into his ice blue eyes.

"Tell me Cor, how the fuck do you intend to do that?" He asks grabbing me and throwing me on top of his desk, "You forget your place. You're my wife. Not my fuckin boss," he says pinning my arms at my sides.

"Thomas, you have about ten seconds to either get your grubby mits off of me or fuck me while im in this predicament," I say looking up at him above me.

He takes a deep breath before letting go, allowing me to sit up. I grab ahold of his face and bring it into mine, brushing my lips against his while I speak, "You will not lay a finger on Lew or Mike. I will not repeat myself again," I say pushing his face back and walking out of his office.

Heading into the corridor I hear a crashing sound causing me to jump.

"You fuckin moron! You have ONE job at the bloody races and you can't even keep tabs on your brothers?" Anna yells.

"Lewis must be home," I say quietly to myself before walking to the dining room.

"Anna will you fuckin stop throwing shit at me!" He yells back at her. "Jesus fuckin christ woman," he says leaning against his desk.

"You could've gotten Michael killed. You understand that right? Your carelessness could've cost you your brothers life," she says to him.

"He shouldn't have made a deal in the middle of the fuckin races," Lewis says crossing his arms.

"The races are your fucking territory Lewis," she says walking up to her husband pressing a deadly sharp hair pin against his chest, "Keep your fucking eyes open before Thomas finds someone who is capable of doing it," she says before leaving his study and joining me in the dining room.

"Did you talk to Tommy?" Ivy asks entering the room and pouring a couple drinks.

"As much as his daft ears wanted to listen to I did," I say offering a smoke to the girls who each take one.

Aunt Pol walks into the room and stares at us, "You three better keep your fuckin husbands in line. The last thing we need is for them to kill each other."

"Pol you know how your nephews are. You want them in line so bad then you fucking take care of it," Anna bites at her.

Pol walks over to her and smacks her across the face, "You watch your fuckin mouth Anna. You forget who the hell you're talking to."

Anna sits there as the side of her face stings. I raise my eyebrows and put out my cigarette, "Pol, who the fuck are you to think you can put your hands on her like that?" I ask standing up and slowly walk towards her. "Go ahead, put your hands on me too and see what the fuck happens. Because I promise between me, Ivy, and Anna you will get laid the fuck out. So how about you stay in your bloody office in the back and do your fucking job if you know whats good for you." I say getting in her face.

"Cora," Tommys voice booms through the dining room, staring daggers at me, "Fuck off," he warns.

I look at him, biting the inside of my cheek then back at her before backing away from her and walking over to Anna, giving her an ice pack for her face.

Pol storms past Tommy shoving past him going back to her office.

"You put her in her place Thomas before I do," I warn him. "She puts her hands on any of us again and I'll fucking break them."

"Enough," Michael chimes in coldly, entering the room taking a seat next to his wife. I move out of the way for Lewis and go and stand next to Thomas. I light my cigarette again and pour a glass of whiskey for myself.

Thomas goes to take it from me and I snatch ahold of his wrist, "If you know whats good for you, you'll leave it," I say through my teeth. He moves away and turns his attention back to everyone else once Aurthur and John join us.

"What in the fuck happened back there?" Thomas asks the boys in the room. Nobody answers. "Why in the FUCK would you think its a good idea to do a fuckin deal in the middle of the races Michael? Please enlighten me." He says raising his voice, leaning against his hands that are on the table.

"I was just trying to make some quick cash Tommy, christ" He says running his hand through his hair. "I didn't fucking know it was a copper, and I sure as shit didn't know I would be fuckin shot!" Michael also raises his voice, turning his attention to Lewis.

"And where the fuck were you?! Some fuckin brother I have," Michael says leaning back in his chair.

"I was watching the fuckin races! Make sure it was fuckin fixed and was going according to plan! I can't have four fuckin sets of eyes everywhere you fuckin maggot," Lewis says getting loud. Aren't family meetings the best?

Michael gets up suddenly and throws his drink at Lewis. Lewis also shoots up out of his chair and pick up his glass.

"ENOUGH," Thomas screams over both of them. Causing them both to look at him. "Michael you must've gone off your fuckin rocker. Lewis you better start paying attention or I will personally find someone else who is capable of doing the shit job that you cant do. All of you get the fuck out of my face," Thomas grits through his teeth. Lewis throws the chair behind him before storming away, Anna sighs and grabs a bottle of whiskey and goes back outside. Michael goes back to his room and slams the door, making Pippin come out with tears in her eyes. Ivy sighs slightly before picking her daughter up and taking her back outside to the garden as her daughters tears fall down the back of her arm.

I puff on my cigarette and lean against the cabinet, "Well that sure went well eh?"

Thomas slowly turns his attention to me after a few moments of silence, "That includes you Cora."

"Oh my bad. I forgot my husband doesn't fucking like attention or companionship from anyone except whores at the fuckin pub," I say coldly to him before walking outside slamming the door behind me, leaving him there to sit and stew in the chaos that just unfolded at the meeting.