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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An alarm sounded, screaming throughout the lobby. Tommy scrambled to his feet and reached down with his good arm to help you up.
"Come on!" you yelled, grabbing his hand to bolt to the door, but he wouldn't budge. You turned back to look at him, pulling at his hand.
"Tommy, the coppers will be here any second," you pleaded, but he made no attempt to move. He just shook his head slowly as a smile crept across his face.
"A baby," he murmured, beaming at you. You could barely hear him over the alarm, but his eyes spoke volumes. You laughed, throwing your arms around his neck and planted the biggest smooch on him.
"Breaking news: Tommy Gun Holland changes dirty diapers," you giggled against his lips. He chuckled too and made to squeeze you tighter, but stiffened from the pain.
"Damn," he grumbled, stepping back to clutch his wounded arm.
"What the hell is going on in here?!" a voice shouted from the door. You both turned, startled. It was the last of Capone's goons, the one parading as a copper. He stared at the bloodied bodies of his comrades with wide-eyed wonder. You were immediately ripped out of your futuristic fantasy of a family with Tommy and slammed back down to reality, a reality where you had another gun in your face.
"You double crosser!" the goon shouted.
Tommy stepped in front of you, both his arms raised. The bad one hung limp and lower.
"Easy, pal. Your guys turned on us," he said, trying to shield you again.
"Boss is going to have your head," Capone's man growled.
"Boss is already in handcuffs," said a familiar voice behind him. You heard a loud click as a piece was cocked against his back.
Tommy dropped his hands with a heaving sigh of relief.
"Jesus, Haz, took your time, didn't you?" Tommy said.
"Sorry, Holland, traffic was hell," he answered, half grinning. The goon dropped his gun and raised his hands above his head. Harrison proceeded to cuff him, while glancing out the door.
"Here comes the Calvary," he murmured.
You looked at Tommy completely baffled. "Officer Oz?" you asked him.
Tommy raised his arms again, and nodded at you.
"Put the gun down and raise your hands, doll," he ordered.
"Tommy, what-"
"Just do it, Di," he snapped. You huffed and dropped your bag and gun to the floor then held your hands up in the air. This wasn't how this was supposed to end. You were supposed to escape like you always did, hands all over each other, peeling away down some highway to some place where you could ride out the high in each other's arms. But this felt like surrender, felt like giving up.
Men in suits and uniforms stormed the bank then, shouting commands: Hands up! On your knees! Hands behind your heads! How many hands did they think you had anyway?
Some copper had you on your stomach, roughly frisking you. Only a foot away, was Tommy in same position. His face was drenched in sweat, that misbehaving curl dangled as he was forcefully cuffed behind his back. He roared when his wounded arm was yanked crudely.
"Ow! Careful!" you yelled at the copper handling you. He had his knee in the small of your back, pressing you down into the floor while he fumbled with his cuffs.
"Watch it, she's pregnant!" Tommy barked at the copper. His face was red from the pain and most likely the simmering rage of watching his expecting wife manhandled like some rag doll.
"Tommy," you whispered at him. Fear washed over you and your eyes brimmed with despair. His eyes locked with yours, holding them as he spoke
"You trust me, Di?" he asked, shimmying an inch closer to you.
"I do, Tommy," you answered. Your voice squeaked with tears. Was this it? What was going to happen to you? Were you both going to be thrown in the clink? Would you get the death penalty? At least you'd be together. That was your vow all along. Til the end of the line. Til death do you part. Ride or die.
You tried to squirm closer to him.
"You know I'll never let anything happen to you," he whispered, then couldn't help but smile, "to the both of you."
You nodded quickly, blinking back the tears as best as you could, but a few managed to spill over.
"I know, Tommy," you whispered back. He moved closer now, your noses were nearly touching.
"You're gonna have to start without me," he said. You could feel his breath trickle over your lips as he spoke.
"Start what?" you asked and his gaze turned into something sadder, like he knew you weren't going to like the answer.
"Living," he stated.
"No!" you shouted in his face and it blew that curl away from his forehead.
"Haz!" Tommy shouted past you. You heard footsteps sprint over from behind you.
"No!" you shouted louder when you felt a pair of warm, but gentle hands grip your elbows. You threw yourself forward and smashed your lips against Tommy's. He met your kiss with equal fervor, devouring your lips like it was the last time.
"I love you, dollface," he panted between kisses. You felt yourself being pulled away and fought against Officer Oz's hold with all your strength.
"I love you, Handsome," you sobbed, clinging to his lips as best you could until you were abruptly pried apart.
"No!" you cried as Harrison steadied you on your feet. Tommy was standing too, still staring at you. His eyes never left yours. They were red with tears of his own. His chest rose and fell rapidly, and if you didn't know better, you'd think it was because that heart of his wanted so desperately to break free to be with yours.
The coppers that had a hold of him, started dragging him to the door. He walked backwards, eyes still locked on yours. His voice carried across the room as he disappeared through the door.
"You're a hell of a woman, Diana! And loving you has been heaven!"
