Chapter 8

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I froze. What did he say? There's no way Sherlock's dead, I just texted him!

"Um.. no! He's perfectly capable of defending himself."

Moriarty smiled at me, "You're right, I wouldn't kill him anyway. I want to hit him where it hurts. I'll kill you instead."

"No, " a voice said from behind him. Tom stepped out from the shadows.

"T-Tom?" I couldn't keep my voice from shaking. Tom stepped closer to me and stroked my cheek.

"Hello Darling."

"DON'T YOU DARE TOUCH ME! YOU DO NOT DESERVE THAT PRIVILEGE!!!"

"Is Molly getting feisty?" He asked.

"Yes! And Molly is about to rip your fucking head off!" I yelled back.

"Now, now, Molly, no need to do that, that wouldn't be a very nice thing to do to your new fiancé," Moriarty said.

I scoffed.

"Do you really think I would marry you?" I said crossing my arms.

"I looks like you have no choice seeing as I have bombs hidden around London. I have one specifically under 221B Baker Street. You fight back, say good bye to your precious Sherlock. And all of London."

I uncrossed my arms and slumped m shoulders in defeat.

"Fine."

Tom stroked my cheek again. "Wait until you see what I do to you..."

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