𝐒.𝐋.𝐔.𝐓 ★★ T.K

chapter forty-one.

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𝐅 𝐈 𝐎 𝐍 𝐀

Tom slowly pulled his tongue out of me. glazed with his savila, and my release. He looked up at me, his hands pressed onto my inner thighs with a smirk.

"Tom," I muttered, my eyes screwing closed. I heard him chuckle, and opened my eyes. He pulled up my skirt, rubbing my leg on the way of sliding up my underwear before grabbing the phone to his side.

He put his finger to his lips, and called a number back.

"Why are you calling?" Tom spoke sternly. I rubbed my sore inner thigh, groaning softly.

"I don't have time for this shit, Wyatt. Call it off."

I slowly slid off the counter with a small grunt, stumbling forward into tom's free arm. He held me steady, rubbing my side.

I gripped onto his bicep, barely keeping my balance. "Call it off, Wyatt!" Tom snapped, his head tilting back in annoyance. I rubbed his arm, watching him look down at me and sigh.

"I'm not going." He continued.

About a minute later, he went completely silent.

I left, walking out into his bedroom. I sighed, sitting on his desk as I felt something push into my thigh. I grabbed it from beneath me, looking down at the gun.

"Hm," I hummed, eyebrows furrowed as I looked at the broken magazine part of the gun. It would easily backfire.

"Tom, your gun is broken--"

Tom walked out, raising his eyebrow and grabbing the gun off of me. "Oi, no, don't fiddle with that." He exhaled, and lifted me up. I nodded, looking up at him.

"You wanna hang downstairs? I need to talk to Bill." He exhaled, pecking a kiss onto my neck. I nodded a little, and felt him place me down.

Tom was tense. Really, tense.

"Hey," I turned around. He looked back at me, standing beside Bill's doorframe. "You alright?" I muttered.

"Nothing to worry about, baby." he nodded.

"You sure?"

"I'm sure." he smiled.

I nodded, and headed downstairs.

𝐓 𝐎 𝐌

I walked into Bill's room, my smile dropping as I slammed the door, and tossed the phone at Bill.

"He's threatening us." I grunted, shaking my head. "Fuck, man.." I whispered. "Bill, I'm gonna have a kid yet this fucker just, fucks sake!" I threw my hands up. Bill sighed, nodding slowly.

"what'd he say?"

"Go to the abandoned shack down on 16."

"He's gonna whack you." Bill pulled out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, pulling out one.

"No shit, hey? free fucking lobotomy." I sighed, pulling out my lighter and passing it to him. He pulled me down next to him, putting an arm over my shoulder.

"So, you gonna go down there?" He looked at me, passing the cigarette. I nodded. "Don't have a choice. I actually don't." I took a drag. He raised an eyebrow, staring at me. "I'll bring a gun, don't piss yourself." I snickered, passing back the cigarette and walking out.

𝐅 𝐈 𝐎 𝐍 𝐀

I drew on my hand with a pen Gustav was using for some papers a few minutes ago, feeling a pair of cold hands wrap around my waist, and a head on my shoulder.

"Hey there." I looked at Tom, smiling. "Hey," he looked at the drawing, pressing a kiss on my shoulder. I put the pen down, turning around and feeling him lift me. "so, how long will you be at your aunts?"

I shrugged a little, my head in the crook of his neck as I sighed in exhaustion.

"You know, is it bad I'm hoping for a boy?" Tom looked at me, his eyes flickering to my stomach. "It's a bunch of cells, tom." I chuckled. "But me too." I continued with a whisper.

"Lucas Kaulitz. First thing that popped in my mind." He looked at me, smirking. "Lucas? might just consider." I giggled, raising an eyebrow. "Lucas." He nodded, approaching his room as he placed me on the bed, and dropped down next to me with a sigh.

"Lucas Rosso Kaulitz." he whispered before I immediately cut him off. "I don't want them to use my last name." I muttered.

"Why not, ma?" He lifted me ontop of him. I rested my head on his chest, murmuring. "Because the baby will be unsafe with my mob around them. a Kaulitz, aka Rosso baby? they'll gut it no matter the age."
I whispered.

"Your mob is fucked up." He rubbed my lower back. I nodded, sighing. "I wish i could change my name." I murmured. "But they'd gut me too." I sighed again, my head back on his chest as i dozed off.

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"Alrighty then." I muttered, sighing. "I guess it's my job to protect you."

"I promise."