Moonlight | T.H | bk2

05

"Tom where'd you go?" Sam looked up from his seat in Tom's office as the said male walked inside. Tom remained silent, only tossing his baseball cap across the room. His brown locks got messed up in the process but he left it the disheveled mess, his mind fuming with ideas and thoughts. "Yo? Tom?" Harry then spoke up. When he too didn't receive a response the twins shared a look then shrugged. "Uh well, should we wait for Haz-"

"NO!" Tom snapped his head up as he slammed his fist down on the wood desk. "Just tell me what you have to say then leave me to beat the scum down stairs." The older Holland leaned back in his chair and held his hands over his mouth, his brown eyes watching his brothers. Sam raised a brow, clearly aware of Tom's agitated mood. "Uh okay," Harry coughed getting up from the corner chair, "Two of our guys got shots of Coleman. He was on the out skirts of the city getting into a car," Harry slid the manila folder across the desk to Tom. Said male sat closer and flipped the file open.

"Any idea on who he was on the phone with?" He spoke observing the male in the picture looking frantic on the phone. "No, our guys stupidly forgot to bring the phone tapping device." Sam rolled his eyes. "Mm, good work. Make sure to grab me when they've tailed him to his location." Tom closed the file and stood up. Sam reached out and placed his hand on Tom's shoulder, stopping him and causing him to glance over his left. "You alright? Kinda looks like you saw a ghost or something," Sam said loud enough for the two to hear only. Tom shrugged off his hand and began to leave again, "Fine, just really need to beat the shit out of someone." Tom chuckled darkly exciting his office. The twins stood there with solemn expressions trying to figure out what was going on in their older brothers mind.

Through the halls, Tom turned swiftly towards the basement. Not paying any mind to the house keepers who tried to speak with him. "Is he down there?" Tom slipped out of his red hoodie, his bare chest exposed. "Yes sir." A guard by the basement door nodded. "Perfect, make sure no one interrupts me kay?" Tom smirked as he cracked his knuckles. "Yes sir." And with that the mafia leader entered and closed the door quickly, his feet echoing with each step. He heard whispers coming from the dark and was soon able to face those whimpers. The middle aged man was tied to the same chair every low life was tied too. Blood stained the ground around it.

"See here chap," Tom got the guys attention, his blood shot eyes snapping wide open. "I'm in a real bad mood and don't feel like beating on the weak." Tom's hands undid the tied around the man's wrist. "Oh thank you! Thank you! Thank you Mr. Holland!" The man whined and dropped to his knees. "Don't thank me." Tom landed a heavy punch on the man's head, sending him smacking to the floor. "ACK! S-Sir!" The man spit out blood. Tom knelt down to get the man to stare into his eyes, a smirk playing on his pink lips. "You beat up three of my newest recruits, and for a single box of xanax." He laughed ramming the man's head into the ground and holding it there.

"What're you trying to pull hm? Trying to sell my product on my turf?" Tom hummer shoving his head once more before standing up and rubbing his neck. His sharp gaze looked back over his shoulder and on the man crying on the ground, "Get on your feet." The man complied and scurried to his feet. "You knock me down once, you go free," Tom cracked his knuckles, "But," He smiled as wide as he could, flashes of Harrison and Sabrina embracing lighting the anger higher. "But I think I'll kill ya before that happens."

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"Ahhh! Someone one save me!" I held a blanket over me head, a smile plastered on my lips as I tried to stay in character. "No point in denying your fate, you're trapped! Muwahahahah!" Harrison really played this role too well. My ears picked up on the little pitter patters heading our way. Soon the bedroom door was flung open and Connor bravely jumped in the room. "No fear mommy! Connor here!" The little boy placed his hands on his hip. Harrison jumped in front of me and crouched down, his hands extended as far as they could go. "Connor Man! My greatest threat!" He exclaimed.

"Save me Connor Man!" I squealed. Connor then ran forward and tackled Harrison to the floor. Connor tried to land actual hits on Haz but they probably felt like pillows hitting his skin. Harrison acted as if each hit hurt like bricks though. "Mommy! Run!" Connor shouted as he held Harrison down. I gave him a firm nod and booked it out of the bedroom and towards the safe zone in the living room. I heard Harrison shout out a prolonged and dramatic no while Connor just triumphly laughed. I sat down in the middle our home made fort waiting for Connor to rush back, which he did seconds later. His tiny arms flung around my neck and I wrapped him in mine.

"My little hero," I giggled kissing his cheek repeatedly. I could hear in Connor's laugh he was getting sleepy, this kid could really wear himself down. Harrison on cue handed me a sippy cup filled with warm milk. I laid Connor on his back against one of the large throw pillows with his cup, his eyes already beginning to sag shut. I gave him a single kiss and left him there while Harrison and I moved to the kitchen. I pulled out two glasses and poured the filtered water into them, handing a glass to Harrison who sat on at the breakfast bar. He took a large sip and placed the now half full glass down softly, his eyes watching me like he wanted to say something.

"Say it Haz," I spoke up feeling uncomfortable by his stare. "I think Tom's getting suspicious Brina," He said softly. My heart instantly dropped and I felt myself go numb, almost letting the glass slip out of my hands. Shakily I set it down and began to run my hands through my hair, my feet moving me back and forth. "Brina calm down, stop pacing." Harrison scolded. "I can't!" I snapped back in a whisper. "If Tom finds out about.." My eyes shot to the sleeping toddler, "He can't Harrison!" I begged gripping the counter top. "Why not," Harrison stared into my eyes deeply. "Why would that be so wrong. You still love him and Tom still loves you. You could be together-"

"You know why." I retorted. "I refuse to let Connor know that life. He will live a happy and normal life." I kept my eyes on the tile under my grasp. "Watching his mom be with a brute like Zach is a happy life?" Harrison's words stung, but they were true. I didn't say anything, I didn't know what to say to that. I'm going to leave Zach- I will! I just need more time to get everything together for Connor and I to make a safe getaway. "Sabrina," Harrison sighed as he pulled me into a hug. "I know you don't want Connor involved with the mafia, but he looks just like him, when he gets older people from other families will notice and start asking questions.." His grip on me tightened.

"if Tom knows now, he can make sure Connor is safe and you..I can help make sure Connor stays out of the mafia life, I can talk to Tom-"

"Harrison..no.." I pushed away, wrapping my arms around myself. "Even if Tom does find out somehow, and even if he doesn't hate me for keeping something so big from him.." I held myself tighter and bit my lower lip, "Zach would never allow me to be with Tom again..he's possessive over us, he sleeps around with all these tramps yet can't let Connor or I out of his grasp for some reason." I finally looked back up at my dearest friend. "Until I can figure out what that reason is and find a way around it, I can't do anything." Harrison stared at me and I stared back, the air between us was silent. He quickly pulled me into another hug and rocked us back and forth.

"I understand, I'm sorry." His soothing tone made me relax into his chest.