𝐒.𝐋.𝐔.𝐓 ★★ T.K

chapter fifteen.

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The police stopped in front of the mansion. once they got out, they immediately put their hands on their guns. how fucking ironic.

I stumbled forward, stopping at the door as the police woman knocked.

A few cusses in german were thrown around before the door swung open. georg, and Bill held guns to the cops' faces.

"Fuck do you's.."

A severely beaten up Bill looked down at me, his gaze softening.

the cops backed away, and left.

"Tom, come downstairs, now!" He called out, facing the stairs before helping me inside.

I was on the verge of tears.

Tom walked down the stairs, rubbing his nose bridge before stopping, and staring at me. his face softening as I ran into his arms, and dropped to my knees before starting to sob uncontrollably.

"Fiona," he whispered, hugging me tight. He gently pulled away, looking down at the goresome scene between my legs.

He paused, his presence going cold as he got up. He pulled a gun from his waistband, walking out the door before Bill went after him.

𝐓 𝐎 𝐌

"Hey asshole. don't go,"

"Since when have you had sympathy for her?" I scoffed, cocking my gun as I gripped it tightly.

"She needs you, Tom."

I clenched my jaw looking back at her.

I sighed, groaning in frustration before pushing my gun back into my waistband, and walking back inside. I got back on one knee, pulling her close.

She was trembling. She couldn't keep still and wouldn't breathe.

"Hey, hey, I'm here. I'm right here, alright?" I muttered, wiping her tears with my thumb. she was completely hysterical.

I lifted her up as she clutched onto my shirt, sobbing quietly.

I looked back at the boys, pursing my lips as i headed upstairs and into my room.

I closed the door behind me, sitting on my bed with her on top of me. She bit her nails, her hand in a fist with it to her mouth as she looked away. Tears falling down her cheeks.

"Who did this, fiona?"

She pursed her lips, mumbling quietly.

"Answer me, Fi." I lifted her chin with one hand. "I want names."

"Tom, plea -"

"I said I want names, Fiona!" I snapped but quickly kept myself stable once she answered.

"Enzo and Enzo." She said, her voice a little firm. As if she was trying to keep it together. My eyebrows furrowed a little, but my face quickly softened at her words. "It hurts, Tom."

"You don't need to worry, Fiona." I replied, my hand moving to her cheek. "Not anymore."

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It had been an hour. I got her out of her clothes and into some of mine. Fiona didn't want to leave the room or be alone.

She was lying on top of me, fast asleep.

I had some music on from the radio, some of the shit she liked. Real classic 80's stuff.

It was silent.

It was enough to keep her calm, but I felt so angry and frightened, scared I was gonna lose her. I've lost too much. I wanted to just go out there and slam my gun into Enzo's head over and over and over again until the iris of his eye was facing his tongue.

But she begged me not to drag it out.

I slowly rubbed her lower back, looking to the side.

I really liked this girl. I couldn't let some fucking outcasts kill her.

Our positions were close. Her on top of me, her hand in mine, legs in the mid gap between mine. Gead resting to the side on my chest.

Fiona was an emotional person. I got that. I really did, but it's hard when you're in a gang. It's all good until you're weak, getting light trigger finger here.

I know that Huey and Enzo taught her everything she knew. But she doesn't know who the fuck they really are.

She's just as naive as I am.