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If Tom would come to admit it, which he knew he wouldn't, what he was about to do would break his own heart for sure. He had hoarded you into his life and now he was about to push you right out of it, but he knew he was doing it for the good of your own well being. Maybe then at least one of you would come out of this situation alive.

"My office?" Harry asked, gesturing Tom's figure out of the doorway. Tom nodded hesitantly, standing to his feet and waiting for Harry's signal. He ushered a guard inside, having Tom's hands secured at his front. Before long they were walking down the hallway to Harry's office, where you had been just under three hours ago. Harry knew that this was a sick game he was playing, and he also knew he was winning. Tom's never been beaten down by his brothers, but there was a first time for everything.

Tom was pushed down into a chair, the two men who had assessed him earlier standing at his side while Harry ventured to his own chair like lord muck. He threaded his fingers together, straightening out his posture, "So, what about the girl?"

"Well first of all, I don't know why you brought her here because she has nothing to do with me," Tom began, his words cutting through the air like knives but Harry was too stubborn to listen to what Tom had to say. "She means nothing to me!"

"Is that so?" Harry questioned, which blew Tom off his guard a little. Harry wasn't even contemplating the fact that Tom had just up straight said that you meant nothing to him. "Then why has she been living with you, Tom? I may not have seen you for a couple months but that doesn't mean I don't have eyes. I know your in a physical relationship with her, that can't mean nothing, right?"

"So, what? I needed some distraction and i'm paying her, it's her job and nothing else!" Tom's fists tightened against the chain connecting his cuffs, fingers curling around the metal seals. Harry sat with a broad smirk across his cheeks, as if he had some what gone through Tom's mind and already knew this was something he would be planning.

"Alright. Prove it"

"Prove what?"

"Prove that she means nothing to you, Tom" Harry challenged, opening the drawer at his side while his eyes remained locked with his brothers.

"H-how?" In all honesty, Tom didn't think he would get this far, maybe Harry would have just listened and thrown you out or something.

"Well how about we keep it simple. You do your thing with her, and afterwards tell her for certainty that it means nothing to you. Because that's how you really feel, isn't it?" Harry smirked. Tom felt his insides shudder a little, because if he understood what Harry was advocating, Tom had to go and and take you one last time before he erased you from his life. How was that fair?

"What are you saying?"

"Don't be stupid, Tom. You know what I mean" He sat back in his chair, his tone not at all comforting.

Tom didn't want to do this, but he knew he had to. This wasn't how he had planned to say farewell to you, at times he had conjectured maybe it would be death that you parted, or one of you moved onto someone new. But, then the same old feeling washed over Tom like a strong wave where his feet where tucked beneath the sea bed. Tom had to let you go no matter what, because if he didn't it would only hurt him more.

"Why are you doing this Harry? Seriously? Are you getting some kind of kick out of seeing me like this?" Tom questioned, trying to subside the answer he didn't want to give knowing that after he left the room the deal would be sealed.

"I feel like a broken record at this point because you never fucking listen. I had to follow in your shadows for all those years and you watched me from over your proud fucking shoulders knowing that I never even came close to being your equal. You put me through so much pain, Tom. So now I get the chance to finally show you how I felt all those years ago when you took her away from me, I'm going to show you what it feels like to have the one person you care about taken. Away. From you." Harry spoke loud and clear, eating away at Tom's conscious.

"That doesn't make any fucking sense! I lost her too, ya know! You weren't the only one who lost something after she went!"

"Yeah but who's fault was it, huh?" Harry stood from his chair.

Tom knew deep down what happened on the night she left was his fault. If he hadn't gotten her tangled up in his mess she never would have had that bullet sewn through her heart, but it happened. And there was nothing Tom could do about it.

"You were on that bridge when she was shot too, Harry! You should damn well know there was nothing I could do"

"Yeah, well you could have fucking tried! And yet, you stood there and watched like it was some sort of entertainment to you! You mess girls around like they're toys and when things get heated you just shove them away like they're nothing. Your a stubborn headed shit, Tom. You don't deserve her, and she damn well doesn't deserve someone like you"

Tom couldn't help but swallow back the lump that was developing in his throat. What Harry was saying wasn't even close to being true, now anyways. But in the past, that was the picture that Tom had painted for himself, and now there was no getting rid of it. If he was honest, he was seen as weak, but if he did what he was told, he was just proving Harry's obligations.

"I can't bring her back Harry and I'm sorry about that. But you need to learn to let her go" Tom spoke softly, a tear rolling down his cheek. In truth her missed her, but she meant the world to Harry and he understood that. Tom never meant for what happened to happen, and it was one of the biggest mistakes he'd made in his life. But, Harry was much more sensitive than Tom, and he knew for sure this was something her was never going to let Tom live down.

"How can I let her go when I'm the only one who's holding onto her? You moved on and so did her parents, so did the whole fucking town for all I know! At times I feel like she only lives in me, so how the fuck am I supposed to let her go?!"

"Harry, I-"

"No! Just shut up, just shut the fuck up! You are going to suffer the way I did, no matter what it takes!" Harry's fists balled, nails digging into his palms as a single tear rolled down his cheek. Nothing could stop a mad mans plans, and Tom was unsure what exactly Harry was capable of. "You've got two hours, or so be it she'll get the news from myself" His voice simmered to a calmer tone, resting himself back down in the large leather chair.

"Harry we can fix this, let me help you fix this"

"You've done enough, now get out of my fucking sight"

Before Tom could protest even longer, he was pulled out of the room, un cuffed and lead down to your cell. If both of your lives weren't at stake, Tom would have been happy to finally have his arms wrapped around you again, feeling your warmth and the smell of the shampoo you used filling his nose again. But knowing that there were ears listening at all times, he would have to do what Harry told him for both of your sakes.

You'd been sat using your own imagination to comfort and entertain you for what felt like days. At times you would try and remember things from your childhood, or your friends back at the club. You would give anything and everything to be back there in this moment, or to even have one of them with you. But more often than not, your mind would fall to Tom. You'd gone from having him every day, to nothing, and his touch only lived in your mind. You missed his hands, running up and down your hot skin and his lips pressed against your own. You missed his tongue where you needed it the most and you missed his body weight lying on you after you'd finished, your hands falling into his hair. You missed all of him.

Your head swung to the side as you leaned it against the brick wall, hands in your lap with your legs crossed, feet tucked between your thighs. Your ass had run stone cold from having nothing but the concrete floor to sit on, and your eyes had been glued to the passage behind the glass screen for hours. You'd tried not to, but you couldn't stop yourself from contemplating what could or was to come out of this. Or, if you even would come out of this.

Just like before, your attention span was broken as your train of thought sped past the station, your eyes looking to the sound of the door opening. You expected to see a guard or even Harry, but when you saw who was really standing there you had to pinch yourself.

"Tom?" your voice was a little shaky, feeling stunned that there he was, standing in front of you. You didn't hesitate to wrap your arms around his waist as he walked over to you, his strong arms embracing your love handles and lifting you up for your legs to re- connect behind his back. The smell of your perfume was faded, but Tom could still catch small hints of it as he tucked his nose into the crook of your neck. There were no words needed to be shared, just the feeling of being surrounded by each other was enough.

Tom pulled his head from the side of your neck, his eyes meeting yours for a second before he pressed his soft lips to yours. It stunned you lightly, but you didn't hesitate to kiss him back. The overwhelming feeling only grew as he carried you to the back of the room where the shadows where more prominent, and from the window you could barely see your figure. Your back pressed against the wall harshly, Tom's hands gripping your thighs a lot harder than he usually did. He took over the kiss quickly, dominance radiating from his skin as his hips began grinding down into your core harshly. You let a weak moan slip as his lips left your own to trail to the side of your jaw, before connecting with your neck.

"T-Tom, we shouldn't-"

"Just shut up" Tom spat harshly, his hands falling from your hips and grabbed your thighs, his hands digging into your skin making you yelp. He wouldn't do this, would he? Not if you didn't want to.

"Tom, stop" you pushed his shoulder, your chest tightening as you feared for the worst. But, Tom acted as if you hadn't said anything and continued layering feathered kisses down your neck, one hand resting against the wall next to your head. "Tom please"

"You know what," Tom let you go, stepping back and before you could catch yourself you hit the ground, groaning in pain as you landed on your bare ankle. "What, am I not good enough for you now?"

"Tom, your scaring me" you looked up at him with swelled eyes, tears spilling over the rims. Tom felt like his insides would break if he continued up this act, but he knew he had to. Watching you cry, he wanted death to come and take him there and then, because he was the one who was bringing those tears to the surface. He was the reason you were cowering beneath him, and he couldn't tell you why. He wished he could tell you it was going to be okay, and that he was doing this for your sake. But he was frozen, watching you.

"It's your job isn't it?"

"W-what is?"

"For me to have sex with you Y/N! I only bought you for that reason and what now your refusing?" Tom couldn't help his voice breaking as he forced the words out of his mouth, "I told you when we met that there was no strings attached, what did you really think we had something?"

"Tom, please stop it" you pleaded, sounding at your weakest. You'd never seen Tom like this, and you knew Harry had done something to him. His eyes were filled with pure venom, like if you moved too fast he'd pounce. In truth, yes, you maybe thought you and Tom had something, but seeing him like this, if you could go back you wouldn't think twice about your answer.

"Wow, you really did didn't you?"

"Okay, Tom," you got up from your feet, wiping away the tears that had spilled down your cheeks, "Thinking about it now, yeah, maybe I did think we had something, but that's what happens when you fuck with someone's emotions. It clearly doesn't take a lot for you to break, and whatever those bastards have said to you has clearly gotten into your system. These are your true colours Tom," you gestured him up and down with your hand "and I feel sorry for any other girl that falls into your fucking trap"

That was it for Tom. He couldn't stop himself and he wished he could. He should have. Because it was wrong. His hand came up faster than he could register, and before he could blink his firm skin hit your cheek, your hair flinging to the side as you fell to your knees.

A loud gasp left your lips as the pain began seeping through your skin, feeling the stinging sensation growing on the outside of your cheek. You'd told him to do it last time, but you never imagined he would have such a burning hatred against you for him to do it himself.

Tom wanted to get down on his knees and cradle you, tell you everything was going to be okay and that he was sorry. But he couldn't. He stood and stared as you fell back to square one, looking up at Tom with now venomous eyes, clutching your cheek as tears rolled past your fingers. You clenched your teeth harshly, staring him down despite you being below him. You could see right through Tom, and something was telling you this wasn't his fault. He wasn't doing this on purpose, and you hoped that what your gut was telling you was true. There were tears in his eyes, and you knew that from behind those walls Harry was watching.

"He's making you do it, isn't he?"

"What are you talking about?"

Your eyes gestured upwards to the not so secretive camera in the corner of the room, monitoring your every move. Tom flicked his head back to the screen quickly before looking back down at you.

Tom looked back at you, and he didn't have to speak for the answer to be given. You knew. That sick bastard had put him up to this.

"Whatever it takes," you stood on your feet, feeling slightly light headed, "We're gonna get out of this"

"Y/N I can't promise you that"

"Okay then, I promise you... We'll get out of this. Now hit me again"

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Omg I've fucked this story up real bad wtf omg 😂😂😂 Hope you enjoyed, this chapter was a little longer as I would prefer them to be this long each but some are shorter I know, anyways tysm for reading and i'll see you in the next chapter, byeeeeeeeeeee! Also there was no imagine at the top because my internets fucked lol 💞🥴👐🏻💀😍💍😴