His Love

Chapter 1

Knock knock knock.

Tom scowled as he looked towards the door of his office. He had told Harrison and his men not to bother him until later that day - he had a lot of paperwork and last minute planning to finish. He watched as Tessa's ears perked up when the person knocked again. He sighed, setting down his pen and turning his attention back to his office door.

"Come in." He said, his tone laced with his irritation. The door slowly opened, revealing his best mate Harrison. He visibly relaxed, his irritation fading away as he looked at him. "What's up mate?"

"Hey, thought I would come see how you're doing. You've been hiding away in your office since breakfast."

Harrison walked over to Tom's desk, sitting down in the chair in front of it. He kicked his feet up on the desk, earning a glare from Tom. If it was one of his other men, he would have had their head by now, but it was Haz. His best mate and right hand man.

"I'm fine." He said, continuing to glare at Harrison until he removed his feet from his desk. Once they were off, he turned back to the papers spread across it, picking his pen back up and letting out a sigh. "Tonight's going to be risky. You ready for it?"

Harrison nodded, a smirk on his face. "More than ready. It's time we teach those dumbasses a lesson for creeping into our territory."

Tom's smirk returned, and he pushed the finished pile of paperwork aside.

"Well, let's run over the plan once more, shall we?"

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Tom cracked his knuckles as he stood outside the cell, cracking his neck and rolling his shoulders back. His men had finally caught the little weasel who was shorting Tom a couple thousand dollars, after Tom had generously agreed to help him and his family find a home during desperate times. But when Tom had sent his men for collection of his debt a few hours ago, the weasel turned tail and ran.

With a push of the door, he stepped inside, face cold and emotionless as he stared down at the man tied to the chair. His black hair was a mess, his shirt and shorts muddy from hiding in the dirt. Tom didn't even blink as he walked up to the man, grabbing his chin and forcing him to look up. His emerald eyes shone with fear, lower lip trembling as tears pricked at the corners of his eyes.

"Look, look.... I-I-I'm sorry Mr. Holland, but I just don't have the money yet! Please! Please just give me another month a-and I'll have it for you! I promise!" The man begged, his tone desperate as he stared up at Tom. His hands gripped the arms of the chair, arms straining against the rope. "Please, I'm begging you."

Tom's lips turned up into a sadistic smirk, letting go of the man's chin. He turned his back on him, walking over to the table covered in various weapons. His fingers brushed across a pair of brass knuckles, debating whether to use them or just use his bare hands.

"I'm sorry, John. But we had a deal. And I never break a deal." Tom said, his voice dripping with ice as he slipped the brass knuckles on his right hand. He turned back around, moving over to John, fingers curling into a fist.

"I don't give second chances."

The bare knuckles of Tom's left hand met flesh as he punched John in the jaw, the satisfying feel of adrenaline pumping through his veins. He brought his other fist down, hitting the other side of John's jaw with the brass knuckles.

John grunted, nose scrunching up in pain as he turned his attention back to Tom. Tom could see the pleading look he gave him, but it wasn't going to change his mind.

"But... but what about that information I found out for you! About that... that other mob! Ya know! The, um... the, uh..." John stuttered over his words, lips trembling as he tried to remember their name. Tom didn't give him time to speak another word, his fist meeting the side of John's face once more.