Rivals Not Lovers

Chapter 8

Tom barges in my office and slams the door.
"You talked to my wife before consulting me?" He shouts.
"So she's still your wife?" I get up Tom my desk.
"Cut the bullshit Violet. I was wanting to sort this out myself but Mae is now raging and scared!" He shouts.
"She's so fucking scared I have no idea why you liked her." I lean against my desk.
"I loved her because she was amazing." He quietens.
"And she was so amazing that you never told me?" I tilt my head.
"Listen Tom, if I want to do something, I'll do it. If I want to say something, I'll say it. If I want to scare the shit out of someone for information...I'll do it. You do not control me and you never will." I'm right up in his face now.
"Fuck you're hot when you're mad." He bites his lip.
"Tom. Do you love me?" I ask.
"Yes."
"Then divorce Miss Scardey cat." I push him away and he tumbles back.
"I'm not into playing games Mr Holland." I smile as I sit down.
"I beg to differ." He smirks.
"I like you. But I'm not doing anything with you if you are still married Tom." I say. He nods.
"Are we still on for tomorrow?" He asks.
"Are you divorcing Mae tonight?" I ask.
"Yes."
"Once you've sent me the divorce papers. Then we're on." I say.
"I already have them it's just getting her to sign. I'll get them to you by tomorrow." He looks at me for a while then leaves.

"Cam I'm away home," I smile as I head out of my office.
"Miss?" She quickly gets up.
"Yeah?"
"Don't do anything you'll regret tomorrow." She looks at me with intent.
"You know?"
"I heard. Just be careful about what you do because you know...it's Quinn Knight."
"Yeah I know," I smile at Cameron.
"I'll be safe." I smile and she nods.
"Cameron I don't say this enough but I do love you." I smile and walk out.
"Love you too Miss Knight." She shouts as I get into the lift.
I get a call as I walk out of the building.
"Hello?"
"Violet it's Tom." He sounded all breathy.
"Are you okay?" I ask as I get into my waiting car.
"Vi...she refused to sign the papers." He said.
"You have to be fucking with me." I say as the driver starts.
"But..."
"But what?"
"I may of scared her enough into doing it...then she uh..."
"She what?"
"She managed to get one of my guns..." He grunts.
"Tom? Are you okay?" I sit up.
"She shot me in the shoulder after she signed the papers," he grunts in pain.
"Holy shit I'm coming over," I tell the driver to go to Toms house.
"Fuck Vi the shit I do for you," He laughs.
"Is she there?" I ask.
"Not alive she isn't."
"Tom you killed her didn't you." I rub my forehead.
"Slightly..."
"Where's the body?"
"A couple of my men wrapped her up and took her away."
"Good, I'm here, I'll let myself in." I hang up the phone and get out of the car and into the house.
"Tom?"
"Here!" I walk through the long hall to the huge kitchen where Tom is lying on the ground with his shirt ripped and blood stained all over him and the floor.
"Holy shit, Are you alright?" I grab the first aid kit.
"It stings." He winces.
"Can you move your arm?" I ask as he tries to but can't.
"Okay it's bad,"
"I need to rip your shirt off for this so," he smirks at me and I rip his shirt in half and I carefully take it off.
"Is the bullet..."
"Yup. It's still in there." He looks away.
"Fuck okay this is going to hurt." I grab tweezers and I disinfect them. I tell him to take a deep breath and I carefully put the tweezers on his wound, searching for a bullet.
"Ah fuck!" He yelps. I finally grab a hold of it and slowly take it out and put it onto a napkin.
"Hard bit done," I smile as I continue to clean the wound.
"How do you know how to do this?" He asks with a smile almost like he was impressed.
"I had to do it on all of my family. I just learned from experience." I smile.
"You're so smart," he says.
"Thanks, and so are you just...not with safe codes obviously." I laugh.
"Yeah I need to think of a better number than 0 0 0 0." He laughs.
"At you serious! That was your code for your safe?" I laugh.
"I'm not very creative darling," he laugh.
"Clearly," I smile. I place butterfly stitches over the top then a plaster.
"You need to rest your arm and drink lots of water." I say as I put all the bloody wipes in the bin.
"Thank you Vi." He says as he gets up.
"No problem." I smile at him as we're face to face.
"You sure you'll be okay?" I ask.
"Yeah I'm fine-ow!" He stretches but it obviously hurts.
"Okay you're not, I'm staying over." I sit my bag down and take of my pink blazer. This'll be fun.