Blow A Kiss, Fire A Gun | TH

Chapter twelve

The boys weren't laughing though, neither of them looked as if they wanted to be there.

"Sam, Harry" Tom muttered, his smile falling when he came face to face with the boys.

"Hey, Tommy" Harry mocked, folded arms shaking slightly when he laughed. They way he spoke surely meant to trouble.

With no reluctance, Tom rolled his eyes, wondering why the boys even came.

You remembered just how stubborn the two boys were and how aggravated they seemed to make their older brother at the brothel, hoping that wasn't a regular thing but that point seemed doubtful.

Tom moved on, his only reaction is a small huff. He took your hand, gently pulling you forward to face everyone and you found comfort in staring at the wooden flooring. "Mum, Padds, this is Y/N."

Nikki's face lifted almost immediately, leaving her son's side to look you up and down, not judgmentally but in fact adoringly.

She gasped, placing a hand over her heart. "God you're even more beautiful than when you were younger"

You almost forgot that she'd seen you when you were a child, probably even kept a closer eye on you then your own parents had and even possibly, going to lengths to keep your head attached to your body.

Tom laughed, agreeing with his mother subtly.

"Thank you" You smile politely, Tom rested a comforting hand on your upper back and ran circles over the covered skin. "W-what age was I when we first meet?"

"Oh sweetie we never meet, I was just always there"

"There was a better way to put that" Toms thick, Kingston accent snapped you out of a haze, your mind processing exactly what she'd said.

With wide eyes you nodded a few times, unsure of her words. Did it mean they had a camera? Were their men secretly following you your whole life? The thought alone sent shivers down your spine and you suddenly felt uncomfortable being around everyone in the room.

Tom had to wonder, if his parents kept their eyes on you, kept you alive, then how were they in the dark about your mother's death? He didn't feel uncomfortable about what his parents did, even doing it himself. It was how things worked in the mafia, inside info didn't just arrive at your doorstep.

"I'm glad the two of you are getting along" She pointed out, hand moving to your neck to flip a strand of hair over your shoulders and you didn't think twice until her eyes were on your neck, a small smirk you'd seen one too many times on your own mans face and you quickly threw your hair back over the mark.

The boys snickered, Tom included and you couldn't help but smile because Tom was laughing, genuinely laughing.

Nikki, however, took in everything, head to toe. She wasn't exactly proud of the deal, of forcing her son into marriage but she couldn't deny that you were exactly what she'd envisioned for her boy. It did hurt her to hand that paper over, and it hurt even more when Tom found out.

She remembered the day he found the paper, eyes gleaming with anger and fist white from gripping the paper. He screamed, he yelled, and he did whatever he could to forget whether that be drinking, causing havoc and sleeping with as many girls necessary.

But now as she saw you practically glowing, relaxing under his hand and Tom grinning from ear to ear, every ounce of guilt she felt slowly washed away.

"Geez man, just couldn't help yourself could you?"

You felt Toms' fingers falter, their actions halting as he tensed when Sam spoke and you felt the nerves return. "Shut your fucking mouth, Sam"