Cold Blood (Tomtord)

Chapter 5

Tord's P.O.V
Thomas Ridgewell.
I had to be reading this wrong. This has to a mistake, right? There's no way the assassin is Tom! But... he did go pale when we talked about the news subject at lunch today. An assignment is an assignment. I prepared a plan to kill Tom. I'd have to do it tonight so he didn't get suspicious of me. I really hope it is him, otherwise I'd have killed him for no reason. I started to scheme the murder when Pau entered. "Sir! I have come to see your progress on the assassin."
"I know who it is. That's all you need to know for now. I'll keep you updated, but his name is Thomas Ridgewell." I said as I dismissed Pau. This was going to be hard, killing your love. But, the job must be done.

Tom's P.O.V
I dragged myself up the wall, going home and popping some anxiety pills. I hopped into the shower, washing away the dirty feeling I had in my gut. Why did his voice sound so familiar? I shook the thought out of my head as I dried myself off. I changed into clean clothes and sat on the couch, opening a bottle of vodka. I flipped through the channels, waiting till Tord got home so we could get dinner.
Time skip
Tord finally came home. I was on my second bottle of vodka now, feeling a light buzz. "Hey Tord, wanna get dinner? I've been waiting for you, and I'm starving."
He stayed silent. Click. I looked up to see a gun pointed at my face. "I'm sorry Thomas. But, I know who you really are."
It clicked. The voice, it was Tord's!! I wasn't about to go at the hands of the same people who took Edd and Matt. I felt for my pistol only to remember it's still in my jeans, that are in the bathroom. Shit. Well, you don't bring a sword to a gun fight. I silently said sorry to Edd, for failing him. I grabbed the empty vodka bottle and smashed it down the middle. Tord looked startled at my actions.
"Tom, it's not going to work in your favor. Just give up quietly." He put his finger over the trigger.
I turned the sharp, jagged edge towards me. He looked confused. I smiled at the thought of him not getting what he thought he was gonna get. I pushed the broken bottle into my stomach. Weird, it's hot and cold at the same time. Tord stared at me in disbelief. "Listen here, Commie. I will not go out by the same group. And if I'm dying, I want you to know, I love you. Now if you'll excuse me." I said as I stumbled past him, out the door. I knew where I was going. Everything was getting darker by the minute, but I made it in time. I slid down his grave, feeling safe as my vision blackened.
Tord's P.O.V
He loves me?! I stared at the door, wondering what the hell just happened. He was going to kill himself. I can't except that. I ran, following the pools of blood he left behind. I followed them into a grave yard, where I saw him leaning against a grave. I quickly picked him up, and saw which grave he was at. Edd Gould. Isn't that a captive I killed once? I'll think about it later, I have more important matters on my hands right now. I ran back home, disinfecting Tom's wound and bandaging him up. I set him in my bed, praying to God he'd wake up. I realized I didn't want this. I didn't want him to die, and I'd do anything to keep him alive. Even betray my own Mafia. I fell asleep at the bedside, clutching his hand as if it were my lifeline.