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If Tom would come to admit it, which he knew he wouldn't, what he was about to do would break his own heart for sure. He had hoarded you into his life and now he was about to push you right out of it, but he knew he was doing it for the good of your own well being. Maybe then at least one of you would come out of this situation alive.
"My office?" Harry asked, gesturing Tom's figure out of the doorway. Tom nodded hesitantly, standing to his feet and waiting for Harry's signal. He ushered a guard inside, having Tom's hands secured at his front. Before long they were walking down the hallway to Harry's office, where you had been just under three hours ago. Harry knew that this was a sick game he was playing, and he also knew he was winning. Tom's never been beaten down by his brothers, but there was a first time for everything.
Tom was pushed down into a chair, the two men who had assessed him earlier standing at his side while Harry ventured to his own chair like lord muck. He threaded his fingers together, straightening out his posture, "So, what about the girl?"
"Well first of all, I don't know why you brought her here because she has nothing to do with me," Tom began, his words cutting through the air like knives but Harry was too stubborn to listen to what Tom had to say. "She means nothing to me!"
"Is that so?" Harry questioned, which blew Tom off his guard a little. Harry wasn't even contemplating the fact that Tom had just up straight said that you meant nothing to him. "Then why has she been living with you, Tom? I may not have seen you for a couple months but that doesn't mean I don't have eyes. I know your in a physical relationship with her, that can't mean nothing, right?"
"So, what? I needed some distraction and i'm paying her, it's her job and nothing else!" Tom's fists tightened against the chain connecting his cuffs, fingers curling around the metal seals. Harry sat with a broad smirk across his cheeks, as if he had some what gone through Tom's mind and already knew this was something he would be planning.
"Alright. Prove it"
"Prove what?"
"Prove that she means nothing to you, Tom" Harry challenged, opening the drawer at his side while his eyes remained locked with his brothers.
"H-how?" In all honesty, Tom didn't think he would get this far, maybe Harry would have just listened and thrown you out or something.
"Well how about we keep it simple. You do your thing with her, and afterwards tell her for certainty that it means nothing to you. Because that's how you really feel, isn't it?" Harry smirked. Tom felt his insides shudder a little, because if he understood what Harry was advocating, Tom had to go and and take you one last time before he erased you from his life. How was that fair?
"What are you saying?"
"Don't be stupid, Tom. You know what I mean" He sat back in his chair, his tone not at all comforting.
