𝐒.𝐋.𝐔.𝐓 ★★ T.K

chapter three.

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𝐅 𝐈 𝐎 𝐍 𝐀

My eyes fluttered open to the rain and thunder.

I sighed, a pain between my legs as i slowly sat up. I looked over to Tom, my eyes widening before I paused for a good minute.

My jaw dropped.

Oh, fuck.

Fuck.

Fuck!

I put my head in my hands, groaning as i pulled the sheets off of me.

I pulled my thigh to my chest, looking at my inner thighs. red, and sore. I think even a little bruised. not only that, but hickeys. like.. a lot.

"Shit." I whispered, my voice raspy as i rubbed my throat. I slid to the end of the bed, and got up.

I gathered my clothes, breathing out before I heard a small grunt come from my side.

My gaze drifted to Tom, my heart pounding as if it was going to bust out of my chest. what have I done?

This wasn't a simple mistake, this was my fucking death wish. Tom Kaulitz? what was I thinking? Enzo will kill me, and that's not just an over exaggeration. He will, kill me.

I looked back at Tom. He grabbed a pack of cigarettes, pulling out one and grabbing his lighter as he flicked it.

He then sat up, his head tilting slightly back before he lit a cigarette. He looked back at me, smirking with smoke flowing from his mouth.

"Fucking Italians." He exhaled, standing as he did up his jeans.

"Disrespect my mob, and i'll gut you from the inside out." I muttered, pulling on my singlet as I immediately headed over to the door.

But before I reached for the doorframe,
I looked over to Tom.

He tilted his head, leaning against the doorframe with the most smug smirk on his face. As if he had won a contest.

"Cunt." I breathed out, and left.

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I walked out into the rain, feeling it pound down on me. I grabbed my phone, and dialed in Mavis' number. I pleaded to myself, covering my phone as i stopped at a bus stop.

"Hey, you kill him?" She spoke simply. "We fucked." I muttered.

"Excuse me? Fiona! What the fuck!"

"I know, I know, I'm so fucking confused.. Why did I do that? I don't even find him attractive!" I blurted out. "Yeah, well, that's obviously a lie. Listen, he's got to be dead, Fiona. Fuck are you gonna do?" She called out.

"I don't know." I whispered. "Please don't tell Enzo." I exhaled, my lips pursed.

"Promise, I won't. Come to my apartment, alright? We'll discuss." She sighed.

"All right." I muttered and hung up as the bus approached.

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I got off, walking up the stairs to Mavis' apartment. I knocked twice.

She pulled open the door, and I came in.

"So, how did this even happen?" she slumped down onto her couch, me doing the same.

"Thing is, we fought and stared at each other. then, all of a sudden, he was going down on me."

She raised her eyebrows, nodding slowly.

"Oookay.. So, what your saying is you beat eachother up and then started fucking? Just.. immediately after trying to blow each other's brains out?" Mavis raised an eyebrow.

"That is correct." I clicked my fingers, pointing to her.

"Oh my god, Fiona.." She whispered, pinching her nose bridge. "Well, figure this shit out later. You'll be expecting a call from Enzo soon, Alright? So you might as well just get dressed and go." She sighed.

I nodded and slid off the couch.

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I grabbed my gun, looking over to Mavis. I was dressed in a tight black sweater with a black scarf, converse, and bootcut jeans. It was still snowing out, and mavis was incredibly naggy about my clothing.

I sighed and nodded before grabbing the car keys and the sticky note set on the table.

"All right, I've gotta go before Enzo gets on my case." I breathed out. I headed out, going down the stairs and to the car.

I heard my phone buzzing. I grabbed it, putting it to my ear as I got in the car and pushed the key into the ignition. "Fiona, have you rid the body yet?" Enzo spoke.

"Yes." I breathed out, speeding out into the snow. "Great. Meet me at the club now. Lucas, Daniel, and Huey will be there. maybe a few others."

"Got it. See you, Enzo." I sighed and hung up before placing my phone on my thigh. Enzo absolutely hates Tom. In every, any way possible.

For as long as I can remember, Enzo has always been trying to make a move on me. I've known him since I was a teenager, and I still haven't fucked him. I fuck everyone, but not him. Yet, I've known Kaulitz for about a day, and we fucked. How goddamn Ironic.

And.. Man, weird to say I haven't been fucked like that since.. ever? I sighed, and stopped near the club.

I got out, pushing my phone into my pocket and my gun into my thigh-strap.

I walked into the club, and to Enzo's lounge.