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...
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X. Artillery Square.
Maude paced the length of the living room, biting at her nails. She was beyond scared and worried for her husband. Today was the day that Luca Changretta planned to ambush Tommy, to kill him. And Tommy was going into it alone. He wanted to do it alone, to end it alone.
When the front door opened, Maude was in front of her husband within a split second. "Tommy," she whispered, cupping his face between her hands as she checked him for injuries. "Is it done?" she asked. Tommy was seething, and all he could offer his wife was a kiss on the palm of her hand before he pulled away from her. "Tommy, is it done?"
"I had him...I fucking had him." Tommy muttered softly as he turned his back to Maude. He placed his hands on the long side table they had near the door, lowering his head.
"You didn't kill him?" Maude asked softly as her brows furrowed and a sinking feeling settled into her chest. She so badly wanted this to be over, to return home again, to have her family safe again.
"No, I didn't kill him," Tommy replied as he shook his head. He inhaled sharply, squeezing his eyes shut tightly as he tried to calm himself. "I had him and he fucking got away," he added, clenching his fists on the table before his hand suddenly shot out, slapping a vase of flowers onto the floor. "He fucking got away!"
Maude flinched as Tommy yelled and the vase crashed to the floor. She couldn't blame him for being this angry, because she knew he wanted this to be over as much as she did, even more. She walked over to him and cupped his face between her hands again. "You'll get another chance." She told him. Tommy attempted to turn his head away but Maude forced him to meet her gaze. "Tommy, you'll get another chance," she assured softly as she nodded. Tommy closed his eyes and leaned in his wife's touch. "How many of his men did you get?"
"Three," he whispered as he wrapped his arms around Maude, just needing to hold her close so that his racing hard could calm down.
Maude's arms instantly wrapped around Tommy's shoulder, holding him close to her in silence for a moment. "How will you tell Arthur?" she asked softly.
Tommy sighed deeply at the mention of Arthur and his arms tightened around Maude, his face burying into her hair. "Arthur will just have to fucking start accepting things," he mumbled softly before letting out a soft groan. "Do you have painkillers?"
Maude's eyebrows furrowed as she pulled Tommy away at arm's length. "Are you hurt?" she asked softly as her hands moved up to cup his cheeks.
"My head," he mumbled softly as he squeezed his eyes shut for a moment, inhaling sharply.
"What happened?" Maude questioned as she reached out and brushed a few messy strands of hair from his forehead, letting her fingertips brush softly against his skin.
"I head-butted a copper," he informed his wife, and if he wasn't so pissed, and his head didn't hurt so bad, he'd be really proud of himself right now.
Maude's lips parted as she stared at Tommy. She sighed deeply as she nodded her head. "Of course you did," she muttered softly as she pursed her lips.
