Albany looked like a woman who had been thoughtfully fucked.

My hands curled into fists as I watched them. Thomas pulled the horse to a stop near the house and slid down. He gripped her hips and slowly slid her down his body until her feet touched the ground. Thomas's hands framed her cheeks as he kissed her.

They slowly pulled apart.

Thomas muttered something to her that made her giggle. She stood on tiptoes and pressed another kiss to his lips before she walked away. A few seconds later she disappeared into the house.

My eyes darted back to Thomas.

He had a stupid grin on his face as he stroked the horse. Shaking his head, he grabbed the reins and led the horse towards the stable.

I stayed in place for a few more seconds before I followed him. Anger coursed through my veins, making it hard to control my breathing. I couldn't understand why she would do anything with them but freak out when I suggest something.

What made them so fucking special?

He was busy brushing the horse down when I entered the stall. I stood near the entrance watching him silently for a few seconds before I moved forward.

"I fucked her so hard she passed out," he said without looking up from his task. "Made her squirt too."

"You're lying," I hissed.

Thomas turned his head and smirked at me. Lowering the brush, he stepped away from the horse and turned to face me. He looked down at his own body, making my eyes follow.

They locked on the wet stain covering his pants. My eyes shot up when he gripped his zipper.

"I'll let you suck my cock just to prove it. Her cum's still covering it. Or better yet, why don't you go eat her out?"

My eyes narrowed but before I could utter another word, Thomas moved. He threw the brush to the ground and stormed over to me. Gripping my shirt, he spun us around so he could slam my back into the wall.

"I made her scream as I pounded my cock into her tight wet pussy. I made her come over and over again. I made her squirt all over my fucking cock." He smirked at me. "I marked her with my semen. Albany now belongs to me."

"Does she?" I asked him softly.

I pushed him away and straightened. Fixing my shirt, I gave him a smirk of my own.

"For how long?"

"You—"

"Fucking women over and over again isn't going to make you forget who you are, Thomas," I told him. "Sooner or later you're going to have to admit the truth, not only to yourself but to everyone else."

"You fucking bastard," he hissed.

"It's only a matter of time before she realizes that you're not the man for her. How long do you think you can hide the truth from?"

"Shut up!" Thomas threw a punch at my face but I easily dodged it.

"What did you call me, Thomas?" I questioned with a sneer. "A faggot, right? It takes one to know one, doesn't it?"

I wasn't expecting him to tackle me as I was walking away.

The air got knocked from my lungs when I hit the ground with his body coming down on top of me. I instantly started trashing, trying to get him off. Thomas grabbed my hair and smashed my head into the ground.

For a moment everything faded as pain shot through my head. It lasted only a few seconds but it was enough for him to get the upper hand. Rolling me onto my back, he straddled me and then gripped the front of my shirt in a tight fist.

I saw the fists flying to my face but there was nothing I could do to stop it because for some fucking reason my limps couldn't move.

"I'm not a fucking faggot!" he yelled as he hit me. "I'm a man. I'm not a pussy like you."

Hit after hit.

The back of my head slammed into the ground every time his fist connected with my face. After a few hits, the pain had numbed but I could feel the blood dripping down my face and soaking the ground underneath my body.

I felt and heard the snap of bone as his fists connected with my nose. For a few seconds everything darkened but then I was conscious again.

A scream pierced the air. Thomas's weight shifted for a few seconds. I was aware of a sharp pain-filled cry and a soft sob.

I sucked in a shaky breath when Thomas's weight was lifted from my body. His blows stopped but my face and abdomen continued to throb. Sounds filled my ears but it sounded like it was coming from far away.

"Kieran?"

"We need to get him to a hospital."

"He's fine, Albany. I promise you that it looks worse because of all the blood."

"We need to get him to the hospital!"

Everything faded until darkness surrounded me.

***

The peep of the machines attached to my body was only making the pounding in my head worsen. I could feel how swollen my face was. The fact that I could only open one eyes about halfway was proof enough that Thomas fucked me up good.

I sighed and shifted slightly on the narrow bed.

A chair creaked, making me turn my head slightly. I blinked a few times but my vision stayed blurry. I had no fucking idea who was sitting next to my hospital bed.

"Do you want me to get the doctor?"

Severide. I slowly relaxed again and closed my eye. My body twitched when he placed his hand on my arm. He pulled back too soon for my liking.

"They want to keep you overnight for observation. You have a concussion."

"Thomas?"

He was silent for a few minutes. "Sam had him locked up. It's up to you and Albany whether you want to take things further or not."

I turned my head towards him slowly and opened my eye. My vision was a bit better. After a few more blinks, Severide finally came into focus.

"What happened to Albany?" I asked him.

Severide ran a hand through his hair and leaned back in the chair. "She tried to push Thomas off you. He hit her."

My hands curled into fists. Fucking bastard.

"She has a nasty bruise," he said before I could ask him, "and a broken arm." He sighed loudly. "Are you going to press charges, Kieran?"

I fucking should to teach him a lesson. They should lock him up for a few weeks maybe that would teach him a lesson. Sam should've done something sooner about Thomas's temper but he thought that things would fix themselves.

"Is Albany going to press charges?"

"I don't know. I haven't seen her yet. Steven's with her at the moment."

The silence between us only lasted a few seconds before Severide asked the question I knew he was dying to.

"What happened?"

"A simple argument," I muttered.

He scoffed. "Simple my fucking ass. If Albany hadn't gone back to speak to him, Thomas would've beaten you to death."

For a moment fear filled me. Things could've been worse, he was right. He would've fucking killed me with his bare fists just because I called him a faggot. Thomas was scared to admit the truth, not only to himself but to the others too.

What I couldn't understand was why he feared everybody knowing. There was nothing wrong with being Bi-sexual. Thomas didn't have to fucking yell it from the roof tops to the whole world, he just needed to admit to himself that being with both man and woman was what made him happy.

"He's trying to knock her up," I told him. "I think that it's his way of putting claim on her. Thomas wants Albany all for himself."

"Are you being serious or is this your way at getting back at him?"

A threw a look at him before I closed my eye again. He could believe what he wanted too. All I knew is that everything we had with Albany was going to start crumbling to the ground because of him.