angel. h.s ✔️

twenty one.

"Not too tired to do something tonight?" Tommy asked and I looked at him, if it was a party I was going to scream.

"Another party?" I asked, licking my lips.

"Is that all you think I'm capable of?" Tommy snapped and I flinched, "Sorry sweet cheeks, works been rough. I was thinking dinner? You and me, out tonight. There's this restaurant on Oxford Street I wanna try."

I hated that nickname. I always had, but for some reason I hated it even more today. But still I grinned at him.

"Okay." This was rare and I was excited. "Is it fancy? Do I need to dress up?" I asked.

"Well I'd rather you didn't smell like milk and caffeine." Tommy laughed and I bit my lip, I did love hearing him laugh. I did love him.

"That's a given," I shrugged, "I just meant can I wear my jeans?" It was too cold to wear anything other than that.

"When do you wear anything but?" Tommy teased and I blushed licking my lips. "I made reservations for eight, so I'll pick you up at seven thirty okay."

I nodded, trying not to get too ahead of myself, too excited, that blemish was still on his neck. Doubts started to creep in, is that why he'd been so nice since he'd come home?

No. Tommy loved me, that's why he was being nice.

"I'll see you tonight sweet cheeks." He pressed a cold kiss to my cheek before disappearing down the café, leaving me to grin to myself.

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"Luke thinks you're hot."

Tommy spoke breaking me away from my thoughts as I'd been looking around the restaurant, I was glad I'd worn a dressy top considering I felt a bit out place looking at women in dresses and high heels.

He'd said that so casually but it still made me tense up as I licked my lips, waiting to see if he was going to explain.

"He wants to fuck you."

"Why are you telling me this?"

My voice was shaky and I hated it, another thing I could add to the list of what was I hating this evening; how Tommy looked at the waitress for too long, how his cold hand felt pressing against mine on the table, how nervous I was despite how excited I had been.

"Because you're going to do it May."

What?

"What? No. I don't want to do that." I told him firmly, what the hell was Tommy thinking? Who the hell did he think I was?

"This is big for me sweet cheeks, you do this and I get a lot more power and control going forward with the Red Syndicate." I frowned.

"If you loved me, you'd do this." 

I hesitated my eyes anywhere but him, my breathing shallow.

"You do love me, don't you May?"

I swallowed thickly as he squeezed my hand making me look back at him.

"Of course." I said slowly, I didn't think this was love. I don't think I know what love is. 

The sudden interruption of the waitress Tommy had taken a liking to bringing our food over made me pull my hand from his and I was glad for it, I felt like I could breathe again although my brain was threatening to combust inside my skull.

"I heard the funniest thing the other day." Tommy spoke up after at least five minutes of eating in silence and I hummed, letting him know I'd heard him.