𝙰𝚛𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 | 𝚃𝚘𝚖 𝙷𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚡 𝙾𝙲 (𝟷𝟾+)

27 ~ Getting To The Top

Ruth Rogers

Sometimes when I'm wrapped up in Toms arms, I forget what he does, and what he's done to get here- the bloody path that's lead him here to the top, yet it doesn't scare me. Though, before, when I was hidden and pushed away from this aspect of my life, I would've shit my fucking pants and told you to kill yourself if you'd think I'd marry a man like that, regardless of his good looks and thick dick.

But after a while, you do forget. He becomes a sweet boy, who just wants the love he never got. His daddy issues and my mummy issues come hand-in-hand when we breakdown together, picking up the pieces and kissing them back together. All he ever wanted was to make his father proud, and though he says he doesn't care, there's always the lingering thought of fear- fear of disappointing Dom.

I try, I really do. I try to make him realise he's done enough, and what he does next is just going to make him better. He dismisses it, of course; but I think somewhere inside him knows I'm right. He's leading the biggest Mob in London, for Christ sake!

Anyway, back to the main topic- it's easy to forget he's a feared mobster, who's killed many when he's laying on your bare chest, nipple slipping from his mouth as he sleeps, soft snores leaving his thin lips.

His eyebrows furrow as he squints, lifting his head up. His cheek red and hair spiked upwards from where he's been laying for the past few hours- that's what I'm guessing at least, we fell asleep spooning, then woke up with him suckling my breast. I didn't mind though, it felt quite soothing.

"Morning, Baby" I mumble, smoothing his hair down and gently holding his cheek in my hand, rubbing his cheek bone with my thumb. He rubs his eyes, pulling my shirt back down and smiling tiredly.

"Morning, Sweetheart" He leans down, gently kissing my morning-swollen lips, lazily pushing his onto mine. I hum in comfort, pulling away and kissing his cheek. He huffs out a breath, getting up from his position on top of me, going to the bathroom and closing the door.

I huff out a breath of my own, looking up at the ceiling. For the past few days, since we saw Lavender, he's been acting.. Strange... Not letting me go out for walks with him and Tess, forbidding me to go outside full stop, and just other crazy acts to keep me inside, he nearly made me get locked in our room but I snapped him out of it. It's confusing and worrying.

I sit up in bed, looking over at the bathroom door to see Tom emerge from the steamy room, a white towel wrapped around his waist as he walks to the closet. I smirk, getting up and walking over to him, wrapping my arms around his damp waist and kissing his neck.

"Not right now, Doll" He grumbles, gently pushing me away and putting his button up on, tucking it into his pants. I scoff, causing Tom to look at me, puzzled.

"Don't look at me like that, Tom. What's gotten into you? You've been so short with me, hardly touching me minus just then when we were asleep, and tried to lock me in the bedroom? What the fuck is going on" Tom looks away, closing his eyes and breathing deeply. He slowly stands to his full height from tying his shoes, gently holding my hands and pulling me to the bed, sitting me down.

"There's a threat, from the biggest Mob, meaning it's really fucking serious. And they've said shit, Doll, shit I can't just ignore. He threatened to take you. You. My everything and I can't.. I can't let you get in harms way again. So, I'm sorry for pushing you away, I'm stressed and.. Fuck.. I'm scared" He mumbles, glossy eyes peering at me. I furrow my eyebrows, cupping his face and kissing his nose.

"I'm not going anywhere.. And I thought you were the number one?" Tom breathes out a breath, shaking his head softly.

"No, we're close though. Just below them; we've been at rivalry with them for centuries, long before my dad and grandad's times, needing to get to the top. And, thanks to Steve, we might just have enough reinforcements to beat them." He smiles, tucking a hair behind my ear. I nibble my lip, anxiety blooming slightly.