𝙰𝚛𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 | 𝚃𝚘𝚖 𝙷𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚡 𝙾𝙲 (𝟷𝟾+)

28 ~ Tie Me Up

Tom Holland

It's been 3 weeks since 'the battle to the top' (that's what Ruth calls it anyway), and no avail. Harry and Sam recovered just barely, and it hurt me to lie to Ruth about the 'bullet wound' they both had. Well, it wasn't a complete lie, but I was surprised they pulled through. 3 holes to Harry's chest, close to his heart, and 2 for Sam, just grazing a lung.

I huff out a breath I didn't know I was holding, pushing my hair out of my face and walking back down the hall from my bedroom, finding Harrison and Ruth chatting amongst themselves, turning towards me as they hear footsteps.

"Anything?" I questioned, standing between the two. They shake their heads, looking out the windows to the drive-way; abandoned cars scattered across the gravel after having their drivers and passengers lost to us. I sigh, rubbing my face.

"We can't just keep sitting here, mate. We've got to do something- anything," Harrison spoke, looking at me. He was right. Just standing here whilst we wait isn't going to do jack-shit. I nod in agreeance, looking down at my lovely wife. Her eyes hold dark bags under them, though they still shine under the light.

"You ok, Doll?" I ask softly, pulling her to my side. She relaxes under my arm, nodding softly and closing her tired eyes.

"Jus' tired..." Her voice muffled by my shirt. I rub up and down her arm, looking at Harrison who looks down at her with shallow eyes. It's been hard. For all of us. Tiring and exhausting.

We all look out the window to the sound of a car driving along the gravel ground, though it was different to the other cars. The smaller car pulled to a halt and my eyes widen slightly, anxiety blooming in my chest as I walk to the window to take a better look.

It can't be... He wouldn't meet me at my house. Would he? No.. Louie isn't like that.

The door of the sleek black vehicle opens, and I hold my breath. Releasing it as a pair of heels hit the gravel. The fuck? Veronica- Louise's wife, steps out of the car, a fur coat hung around her shoulders, warming her up in her fitted black dress. I groan quietly, confused and utterly unimpressed.

Veronica walks up to the door, pulling a small pistol from her fur coat and shooting holes into the wood, poking her eyes through two that sat together perfectly.

"Honey, I'm home!" She shrieks with a laugh, kicking the door down, stepping inside. Ruth and Harrison ready themselves with their weapons, but I stay back, hiding myself behind the wall that she's near.

"My dear of a husband said that you'd be all alone in your big castle.. Thought I could finish the job myself! Turns out he was right, as usual," She let's out a victory 'hmfp!', walking towards the two.

"Gee! aren't you a cutie, little miss with your wittle dagger" Veronica pouts at Ruth, bending her knees slightly. Ruth scoffs, rolling her eyes. Oh, my darling Ruth, you should have not done that.

"You fucking brat," V growls, gripping her firearm and shooting Harrison in the leg, nonfatal due to her lack of knowledge. Dumb blonde. Harrison groans, falling to the floor and Ruth gasps lightly, looking at the female in the doorway, her eyes darkening.

"You fucking cunt!" Ruth yelled, rushing after her. Veronica's eyes widen, squealing as her gun didn't shoot. The fucking idiot. Ruth kicks herself off the wall, wrapping her thighs around the tall bitches head, repeatedly bashing her head with her elbows. V shrieks, clawing at Ruth before biting down on her thigh. Ruth jumps off her, landing in the Black Widow pose. Fucking hot. She launches off the ground, rushing at the enemy, dagger in hand and slices around her. Her dress and fur coat torn, blood seeping through the holes as she whimpers and falls.