If I Can't Have you

(50) Sabini is dead

Jemima was making herself breakfast as she usually does. She didn't know if it was Tommys business causing her to feel on edge, or whether it was the baby. She had no idea what felt different but it did, and was making her uneasy.

Hearing a creak from the hallway made her jump, accidentally cutting her palm with the sharp knife she'd been holding, dropping it and wincing as she clutches her hand.

No way was she going to investigate the noise. What fucking good would that do? If someone was in her house there was no way she was staying in there alone. So she does what any logical person would do, grabs a cloth to press to her wound and leaves out the back door.

That wasn't a bright idea either apparently, as when she steps outside she feels a bag being placed over her head, being roughly grabbed and dragged, even though she tried her hardest to slip from their harsh holds.

She felt herself being pushed into the back of a car, something wrapping around her face sealing the bag in place and her hands being bound together. Whatever was around her face, managed to muffle her screams, because no matter how hard she tried she felt gagged.

They drove for a while, that she was sure of, yet nobody spoke. It was silence the entire journey. Only slight grunts as they went through a pothole or over a hump.

The car came to a stop. There was a moment of nothing, before she felt herself being hauled out of the vehicle, and onto what felt like grass.

"Let her fucking go!" A familiar voice shouts, but the people surrounding her just laugh.

Finally, the bag was removed from her head and she could see Tommy stood with a gun to his head. A man in an officers uniform standing in what looked like a deep grave.

"Keep her out of this," Tommy states through ground teeth, turning to look at the man with the gun to his head. The barrel now pointing between his eyes.

"Shoot me, I do not care, but leave her unharmed," Tommy speaks.

"Tommy," Jemima says, "no."

"Don't touch her, and I won't fucking put up a fight," Tommy continues, "tell them to let her go, and I'll get in the fucking hole myself once I've seen her drive away."

"No!"

The man thinks over Tommys words before nodding, gesturing for the men holding her to release their grasps, "you're free to leave."

"Not without him," Jemima states.

"Jemima, please," Tommy pleads, "please go, love."

"You told me you'd come back!" Jemima shouts, anguish in her tone.

"We both know I've never been good at keeping promises," Tommy says, "so please go."

"No- I'm not leaving, let him go!" Jemima persists.

"Take her to the car."

Jemima screams for Tommy as she gets pulled away trying as best as she could to push against them but to no avail.

"Best get out of here unless you want to see your man's head blown off," one of them says, slamming the door to the drivers side shut.

Jemima takes a deep breath, a murderous look in her eyes. For once in her life, she wanted to be violent, she wanted to succumb to the rage she was internally feeling.

So as the two men turn away, she puts her foot down on the accelerator speeding towards them just as she hears a gun being fired.

She felt the impact of the bodies as the car made contact, slamming her foot on the brakes and looking hopelessly over to Tommy who still seems to be standing, taking a brace position.