1930s Chicago. Notorious gangster Tom "Tommy Gun" Holland has been storming his way through Cook County, robbing banks and breaking hearts. One day you find yourself in the wrong place, at the wrong time when he makes a hit on your bank. There's...
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"What's gotten into you?" you huffed. It was dark now. Tommy hadn't spoke for the past hour. Instead he stared straight ahead as he drove. His mind seemed to be elsewhere, distracted. His attention wasn't on you and you felt some sort of way about it. You pestered him with questions until he finally looked at you.
"Shut your trap, would you, Di?" he growled with a glare. He seemed serious, so you did. You crossed your arms and legs and sulked while you looked out the window. The world was bathed in moonlight. What was bright yellows and greens by day were now shades of silver and gray. It whipped past you like a moving picture as Tommy cruised down the highway. Only the stars seemed to stay still.
You sighed emphatically. Then Tommy put his hand on your knee.
"You hungry?" he asked in something resembling an apologetic tone.
"Starved," you said curtly. He wasn't gonna get off that easily. Ungrateful bastard. You saved his skin twice today. And wow, what a day it was! Was the bank job really only this morning? You lived more in the past 24 hours than you have in your entire life. Being with Tommy was exhilarating. How could you possibly go back to clocking in to your old life?
Question was, would he have you? He seemed tired of you already, given his silence earlier.
"How about a nice steak dinner?" Tommy asked with a squeeze of your knee.
You shrugged. A steak sounded fantastic actually. You haven't eaten since breakfast. Still, he was gonna have to work for it.
"How about you take your hand off my knee?" you scowled.
Tommy looked surprised and put both his mitts back on the wheel. You huffed again and went back to staring out the window.
Suddenly, Tommy slammed on the brakes. You were pushed forward, nearly hitting the dashboard. You hands flew out to brace yourself. You gave a startled gasp.
Tommy let the car idle while he turned to you, leaning his elbow on the back of the seat. He spoke in a careful and calm tone.
"What's is going to take for you to stop acting like this?" he sighed. That thick curl that always seemed to stray was hanging loosely over his brow. Probably from the force of the stop.
It made him look boyishly good-looking. Someone you wouldn't mind meeting the folks, if you had folks that is.
"How much do you want?" he asked when you didn't answer. He moved to grab the bag of money from the backseat.
"I don't want anymore of your money," you sniffed.
This surprised him. He turned back to you with his eyebrows raised in confusion. That only added to his youthful appearance. His peepers were big like a puppy dog's. How could this be the same guy that pounded you into oblivion?
"You don't? Then why are you still here?" he asked. He was serious too. He really didn't see how keen you were for him. Suppose he comes across a lot of ladies in his travels though. You ain't all that special. Best not show all your cards.
"I'm just here for the ride, Handsome," you said and finally flashed him a smile. He seemed to relax although he still seemed a bit perplexed by you. That's all right, though. He was just as much of an enigma to you too, or whatever that word is. A mystery, you mean. Either way, those peepers returned to their most familiar and mischievous state. He even had that grin to match.
Tommy turned back to the wheel and shifted into drive with a bite of his lip. You moved a little closer, then hesitated. Without a beat, he raised his arm so you could move in next to him. You slid in and watched the dark road open up in front of you.
"There is one thing I want," you said with a playful smile.
His lips curled into a knowing smirk, and he shifted in his seat a bit. Okay, maybe two things you wanted.
"I knew it, " he nodded with a wink, "What is it?"
You rested your head on his shoulder and batted your eyes at him.
