Book 1 - Complete
Book 2 - Ongoing
If you asked their family, they'd tell you Thomas and Maude were surely soulmates. The two had a bond so strong, that anyone who believed in reincarnation, would tell you that they were certain, Thomas and Maude lo...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
II. Black hand.
The night before Christmas, Tommy and Maude were gathered in the drawing room with their children. Maude cradled Amelia on her hip as she watched Tommy pour a glass of whiskey before grabbing a plate with a sausage and small pies on it. "Right, now, this is your job, Charlie." He said as he crouched down next to his son, handing him both the plate and glass. "Now, give those to Santa, and Rudolf." He instructed.
Charlie carefully took the plate and glass, putting them down on the edge of the fireplace, right next to their big Christmas trees that had an overflowing amount of presents underneath. "Good boy." Maude praised her son with a soft smile. She looked over at the door as it creaked open and Francis stepped inside. She glanced over at her son. "It's time for bed."
Tommy turned to his son, opening his arms and Charlie immediately crashed his body against his father's hugging him tightly. "Now, night-night," Tommy whispered as he pressed a kiss to Charlie's forehead. " Merry Christmas. I'll see you tomorrow. All right? Sleep well." He said before getting up to his feet and turning to his wife, pressing a kiss to Amelia's forehead as well. "Goodnight princess."
Maude handed her daughter to Francis before turning to Charlie and ruffling his hair. "I'll come tuck you in, in a second." She promised him before he was led out of the room by Francis.
Maude turned to her husband, watching as he grabbed Santa's whiskey and finished it in one gulp. "We have to talk." He informed her as he poured himself another glass of whiskey.
Maude's eyebrows furrowed as she stared at him. "About what?" She questioned in confusion, following him towards the desk that stood at the far end of the room.
"I received this in the mail." He informed her as he picked up a card and handed it to her, finishing his second glass of whiskey in one gulp as well.
Maude silently stared at her husband for a second before glancing at the card, and slowly opening it. Her eyes widened at the big black hand printed on the left side of the card. "A black hand." She whispered as her stomach knotted and her eyes shot towards Tommy. "From who?" She questioned.
"Luca Changretta." He replied as he rounded the desk, placing his palms on the flat surface and leaning forward as he lowered his head.
The name sends a chill down Maude's spine. Changretta. The last thing she heard before being shot. A name that had haunted her nightmares for a long time. A lump formed in the back of her throat as she placed the card down on the desk, her hand trembling. "Vincent Changretta's son?" She asked softly.
"Yeah," Tommy replied with a nod of his head as he looked at her. "Everyone's got one, John, Arthur, Henry, and Daniel as well. Polly and Michael would've received one as well." He informed her as he stood up straight again. "Ada will go see them."
Maude took a shaky breath as she slowly nodded her head while processing the information. "What do we do?" She asked, her voice soft and her gaze on the card lying on the desk.
