𝙰𝚛𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 | 𝚃𝚘𝚖 𝙷𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚡 𝙾𝙲 (𝟷𝟾+)

4 ~ Tessa's New Friend?

Tom Holland

Ever since Ruth's gotten here, all I can think about is her and it's driving me up the walls. It's not that I like her, I just keep thinking about her, it's fucking annoying. Her and her stupid soft hair, dumb different-coloured eyes and plump lips.. Ok, maybe I'm kind of fond of her, but I'm still annoyed that she's in my house because we're married. But I still can't help but think of her at the most strangest times, and sometimes, the thoughts aren't the best to be thinking around other Mobsters.

It's been around 2 weeks now, and I've talked to her maybe 3-4 times. 2 of them was because she came to my office, and the other 2 was because we bumped into each other. Well, it was hardly four, since one of the times she bumped into me, I just kept going. She's polite, shy too, and don't get me wrong, she's fucking gorgeous.

I think about what she bought with the card, since a couple of packages turned up the other day for her, so obviously she's done up the room to make it her own and got other new things. Am I going to ask her? Pfft, no.  This is an arrangement, we don't have to talk to each other.

I walk down the stairs, to the kitchen in my work attire, undoing the first couple of buttons as I walk to the dining table. Sam greets me with a smile, Harry sits on his phone with his eyebrows furrows (probably doing some weird shit) and Haz is talking to Ruth. He said something, I don't know what, but I was just paying attention to her smile. A weird feeling erupts in my stomach as I stare at her. I shake my head and sit at the head of the table, in between Sam and Ruth.

"You ok, Tom? Are you sick? You never come have dinner" Sam jokes, placing the back of his hand on my forehead playfully. I swat it away, scowling.

"I finished up my work, you twat. Fuck off" I laugh.

Martha comes over with our dinner. A beautiful steak sits on my plate as I thank her, pouring scotch into my glass, asking if anyone would want some. They all did, of course. Though, I was taken by Ruth wanting some.

"You sure, Doll? It's strong shit" I chuckle, filling a tumbler and handing it to her. She has a mouthful, her face not changing as she swallows it, maintaining eye contact with me.

"My dad gave me some on my birthday... Plus I've had it at parties here and there, so I'm not phased" She smiles, eating at her steak. I watch her, before eating at my food too. Ruth pauses as she hears the sound of Tessa's paws hit the wooden flooring, coming down the stairs and into the kitchen.

Ruth's eyes light up as she spots my dog, bending slightly in her seat to pat her, cooing. I become confused at the interaction, it seemed so normal and Ruth doesn't seem phased that I have the hound. Did she meet Tess before?

"This is-"

"Tessa... Yeah, I know. She visits me a lot and Martha told me about her and told me how to wash her, so I've been giving her baths. Isn't that right, princess" She interrupts me, looking down at the grey dog. I furrow my brows.

"Don't interrupt me, Doll. The last time someone did that, they were 6 feet under" I say in a monotone, finishing my dinner. She stares at me with wide eyes, nodding and saying a small 'sorry' as she finishes her food too. I look at her, instantly feeling bad. Whenever she looks guilty or sad after I get angry at her, I can't help but feel bad. I sigh, standing up from my seat.

"Night everyone." I mumble, heading up stairs. I hear quick footsteps get louder behind me, making me turn around as I was at my door, seeing Ruth pant after running up the stairs. I snicker at her exhaustion, letting her catch her breath. I lean again my door with my hands in my pockets as she approaches me.

"We- we need to talk." She pants, still trying to catch her breath.

"About?"

"About how fucking rude you are to me when I'm just trying to be nice and get use to being your fucking wife. Ever since I got here you've avoided me like the fucking plague and I've done nothing wrong." She snaps. I'm taken back by her outburst, watching as she breathes deeply through her flared nostrils.