Moonlight | T.H | bk2

03

Tom threw his dark black blazer on the marble counter top as he walked into the kitchen. "Is anyone here?" He called out annoyed. He groaned with an eye roll, his hands tugging at the brown locks. Normally he'd be greeted by his two annoying twin brothers or even his best friend. But for the past week they've all been sneaking around, and Tom hated it. At first he thought Harrison had found himself a girl, but then the twins? "Fucking pricks." He clicked his tongue. Tom grabbed a bright red apple, sunk his teeth into it and began his walk back to his office. He past the halls quickly, maids bowing stiffly as he passed them. Tom paid them no mind.

His cold aura illuminated all around him, and whoever got in his way would feel it. "You." He stood still and looked at the newer looking maid. "Y-Y-Yes?" She stuttered, her body clearly shaking. Tom looked her up and down, she had a decent body. Not nearly as good as- he cut his thoughts off. "Make sure dinners made for me as late as possible. I'm going out tonight." He looked away from her bored. "O-Okay!" She saluted him. Tom scrunched up his face. "Go. Now!" He semi-shouted feeling the cringe from her odd behavior. He got to his office and kicked the door open, the wood clashing with the wall. He sat down in his large chair and just stared dully at the apple in his hand.

He blinked a few times and then out of thin air, a worm wiggled it's way out of the core. "Fucker!" He shouted and chucked the fruit across the room. His eyes were wide when he noticed it was his imagination- again. He groaned loudly and banged his head onto the wooden desk. "Don't cause a concussion," The familiar voice of Harrison disturbed Tom's spiking rage. Tom let out a large sigh while still looking at the ground. He grabbed a stapler from his desk, and as he looked up he threw the metal stationary near his best friends head. Harrison gasped and placed a hand over his chest dramatically. "Shut your mouth, your lucky I was aiming for the wall and not your melon sized head." Tom clicked his tongue and spoke before Harrison could speak.

Harrison just threw his hands up, not really caring, and sat down in front of the desk. Tom leaned forward, "Where were you." He asked for the millionth time this week. "Mate, I was were I was yesterday. And the day before that." Harrison smirked. "You're a shitty liar," Tom chuckled. He leaned back in his large chair and crossed his arms. "I can just have you tailed. And the twins." He narrowed his eyes. "Do that, and it'll just hurt your ego." Harrison leaned forward with his mischievous smirk. That seemed to just piss off Tom more. He threw up his hands and shot up. "One of these days I'm going to find whatever you and my idiot brothers are doing! And it won't be pretty! So fucking fess up now!" His heart was beating out of his chest. After everything in the past two years Tom's dealt with, his own blood and best friend were keeping shit from him. It drove him mad!

The room fell silent and Tom gave up. He already planned on following Harrison tomorrow. Every Saturday Harrison leaves extremely early in the morning and doesn't get back until mid afternoon. The perfect time to catch him in his bullshit. "I got a new lead on Coleman." Harrison spoke up. Tom's head snapped straight. He nodded and sat down, pulling out the file he gathered of Coleman's every move since he vanished. "It seems like he's held up here in London. He's in a small motel called," Harrison spun papers toward Tom, "Luxury 6." Tom grabbed the stack and started to flip through the pictures and reports. "Still can't get a good shot of his face?" Tom looked up to Harrison who was shaking his head. "No. Somehow that guy can keep his face hidden. But at least we now know where Coleman's at." Harrison folded his hands staring at the man in the pictures.

"He's going to move, make sure Sam and Harry be careful." Tom shook his head. He saw Harrison give him a confused look. "He sent us the pendent. He knows where she is, that means he knows we're still after him." Tom's eyes darkened. Harrison knew that the fact that Sabrina was still in danger infuriated Tom. Although the mafia king claims to be "completely over her" Harrison knows the truth. The truth Tom refuses to admit. "Do you-" Before Tom could finish his sentence Harrison raised his hand. "Yes. She is safe. No, I will not tell you where she's living." Harrison hated doing this to Tom, but he wanted to keep his promise to Sabrina. "I don't care for the last time. I just need to know she's being taken care of." Tom stood up and left his office. He shoved his hands into his pants pockets and darted toward his new favorite spot.