The Killer, The Liar, The Lover

Chapter Eight

After that first dinner date with Tom, Tom Hobbes the mark. You'd hardly seen Max. He was always there, close by, you could either see him or sense him as you effortlessly woo'd your way into Tom's heart. You had been dreamy, he couldn't have dreamt up anyone more perfect, you even had his friends in the palm of your hand. You'd often feel guilty when you got back to the apartment you were as this version of yourself, on the rare nights that Tom didn't come back with you. To had stayed a lot and you'd manages to get out of sex a few times, wither a knock a there door from you 'brother' or something else. He was an honest man, apart from keeping his billionaire Dad a secret and really this was to do with stealing from his Dad, not him directly or at least that made you feel less awful. 

"He's too nice. . ." You say, curled up in Max's arms on the bed. 

"I told you. . ." 

"I know. . ." You reply. "I heard from Ransom again" You say both staring up at the ceiling. 

"What did he want?" 

"The money." 

"He'll get his fucking money when all hell freezes over." Max snorts "its your money." You sit up and look down at him he tilts his head to look at you. 

"He knows people. You can't not give it to him. . . plus. . ." You ponder "I could use it to pay him off, maybe he'll let me go?" Max shifts uncomfortably. 

"He won't, he's a narcissistic mother fucker." 

"Max, trust me. . ." You lean down and kiss his nose "I'm not going to risk your life he's a motherfucker with a gun and a friends who's defiantly killed people I just can't prove it and neither can the police." You refer to Brock. 

"Lets get him his money, then let's get out of here." Max smiles up at you and you join him back on the bed. 

"I'm going to have to sleep with Tom. . ." You say after a while "its going to take to long otherwise, he'll know something is up. You look at Max. 

"I knew you would but I don't want you too." 

"Max. . . " 

"Just don't fall in love with him." You chuckle. 

"Not a chance" you kiss him. 

. . . . . . . .

Walking down the beach after a day in Coney Island, you walk hand in hand down the street with Tom, giggling and laughing. 

"Soooo, why do we always go back to my place?" You ask as you find yourself outside your flat again. 

 "What?" Tom frowns as you kiss him playfully. 

"I want to see where you live." You pout. 

"It's kind of uncomfortable there." Tom says, you look at him as a sadness washes over him. 

"My apartment's not exactly the Four Seasons." You say keys in hand but he doesn't laugh. 

"No, it's not that."

"Let me guess. You still live with your parents?"

"I live with my dad and his new girlfriend yeah." 

"I'm only messing, nothing wrong with that?" You say, trying to cheer him up. 

"It's complicated, My dad and I don't get along. He doesn't like me. He loves me but he doesn't like me. He sees me as a disappointment." He sorta lets it all fall out "and I think he wants to marry this woman." 

"Oh Tom" you coo, arms around him "how could anyone not like you?" 

"All happy families are alike... and all that, right?" He shackles as he repeats what you had said to him before about your brother.  Anyway, he's really sick, so we're both trying to get some closure, I guess." Tom shrugs it off.