Thomas

It didn’t take long to find Hannah. I grind my teeth as I watch her take her groceries into that bar. She has a few bags, so she must not be planning on going out for a few days. I stare at her as she nods at the fucking drug dealers that are still standing on the sidewalk and squeezes past them. One of them turns and watches her as she goes in and my blood pressure rise. That fucking bastard was checking out Hannah’s ass. I take a deep breath as I think of ways to gouge out his eyes, so he’ll never be able to look at another ass again.

My head falls back onto the headrest realizing how stupid I sound. I am sitting here waiting to kill her and getting mad at someone for checking out her ass? Why am I having problems with this? I am not doing my first kill, but Hannah is difficult for me. I could go up to her apartment, kill her and carry her body out the front door. These guys are probably so high, they wouldn’t even notice. Or I could sit here and hope that she comes out and I could kill her drive-by style. At least if I did it as a drive by she wouldn’t know it was me that did it. I guess that is the hardest part for me? I don’t know if I can stare into her beautiful eyes and take her life.

I have been waiting for Hannah to come out for over one hour. I stare at the door as a clean-cut guy wearing khaki’s walks into the bar. He doesn’t look like he belongs in place like this, but who am I too judge? He has dark hair that has a part down the side. I roll my eyes wondering how in the hell do these dealers manage to pull in every type of customer?

Ten minutes later the guy walks out of the bar and holds the door open…for Hannah. I sit up as I watch them walk down the street and he has his hand around her arm. He’s touching her, and I feel my heart starting to pound in fucking anger. Hannah looks at him and he says something to her as she nods. I shake my head as I drive slowly following them. The farther they walk, the angrier I get. Hannah hasn’t been out of my bed long enough for the sheets to cool and she’s already hooked up with some other guy? She was playing me from the start.

They walk into a restaurant and luckily, they sit right in front of the window. I pull my gun out and place it on the seat as I watch them. They eat and talk while he continues to touch her hand. When they are finally done, they walk out of the restaurant and head back towards Hannah’s. The guy takes Hannah by the arm and they walk into an alley. I pull over to the side and park as I get out of the car. I want her to see the pain in my eyes as I pull the trigger. Wait a minute, why would I feel any pain? I can do this… I can kill her, and I’ll be glad when it’s over. I increase my pace as I get closer and closer to them. Hannah turns around suddenly, and her eyes widen as she looks at me and notices the gun.

“Thomas…what are you doing?” she whispers as I slowly lift the gun and point it towards them

“What the fuck does it look like?” I ask tilting my head between the two of them

The Khaki wearing motherfucker looks between me and Hannah and shakes his head. He starts to question why I am not in jail and I chuckle looking back at Hannah. She talked to him about me being in jail? I guess he was part of her plan to set me up for killing her father?

I narrow my eyes as my gun darts between being pointed between the two of them. “Thomas look at me!” Hannah pleads and my eyes narrow as I glance at her. Is she being serious right now? The guy starts to laugh and teases Hannah that she sure knows how to pick them.

“Who is this little fucker Hannah? And More importantly will you cry when I kill his ass first?” I ask and his eyes narrow as he finally decides to shut the hell up

“This is my brother… Henry. Can you please lower the gun, so we can talk Thomas?” She cries, but I don’t lower it, I can’t.

“Was he in on it Hannah? Did the two of you actually kill your own father and set me up for it?” I surmised and Henry chuckles

“We? Hannah is not smart enough for that. Besides you shouldn’t make yourself out to be the innocent victim. We would need a fucking telephone book to go over everyone you have murdered. Especially poor Stan… you know Hannah will be standing on the unemployment line for that one.” Henry smirks and for the first time my gun is no longer pointed at Hannah and my sole focus is on him. When he looks at me and smiles, my finger moves, and I shoot him in the chest as Hannah screams and falls to his side.

“Henry!” she yells, and I lower my gun staring at her. “Thomas, you can’t let my brother die, please help him!” she cries as I shake my head staring at her. I sigh before I kneel beside her and place my hand on hers as she stares into my eyes. What the fuck is wrong with me?

I am driving seventy in and out of traffic while Hannah cries in the backseat. She has every reason to cry since her brother is dying in her fucking arms. I couldn’t leave Hannah in the alley while her brother laid there to die. The way she looked at me just rocked my soul. I didn’t even have a second to think before I ran to get my car and drove it into the alley putting him inside. I called Oliver telling him to get a doctor and meet me at the Deluca warehouse. He is going to have a shit fit when he sees Hannah is still alive and I am having a Deluca doctor repair her brother.

Oliver’s eyes widen when he sees a crying Hannah sitting in the backseat as we carry Henry’s ass into the warehouse. We lay Henry on the bed that is in the office as Doctor Rogers goes to work to save his life. Hannah cries as she holds his hand and Oliver’s eyes narrow on me as he points towards the door.

“Should I even ask Thomas?” Oliver roars as I close my eyes

“I had the gun pointed at them and he pissed me off.” I whisper, and Oliver laughs as he rolls his eyes.

“You had the gun pointed at them and he is the one you shot? AND you brought him here to save his life? Who is he Thomas?”

“He’s Hannah’s brother.”

“Of course, he is… Do you need me to do it?” Oliver asks as he walks to me placing his hand on my shoulder

“Do what?”

“Do you need me to kill her?” Oliver replies

“No… I will do it.” I remind him, and he looks at me and lifts his arm to glance at his watch

“You have one-hour Thomas. She needs to be dead, it was your decision and you can’t shoot her and have Doctor Rogers take out the fucking bullet.”

Dr. Rogers emerges from the room a few minutes later and tells us that Henry will not make it. I ask him if he told Hannah and he advises that he didn’t, since he works for the mob he knows how to keep his mouth shut. Oliver tells him that he’ll drop him off and reminds me that Hannah needs to be dead in one hour.

My legs stop moving as I stand in the doorway and watch Hannah cry over her brother. He’s barely breathing, and she is holding his hand. “He’s dying Thomas. You killed him.” she whispers, and I walk into the room and stand over her.

“Are you going to kill me now?” she retorted in cold sarcasm

“You left me no choice.” My breath caught in my lungs and she drop her brothers hand and stands in front of me

“I kept my promise Thomas.” Her voice sounded tired

“You went to the fucking cops Hannah. You told them everything.” I yell, and she jumps and backs away from me

“I had no choice but to go the station. Henry blackmailed me! But I didn’t tell them everything.” She says while looking back at Henry

“What do you mean he blackmailed you?” I ask as Henry’s breathing starts to get louder and he struggles to breath. Hannah turns back to him and puts her hands in his while she cries, and Henry takes his last breath.

When Henry dies I pull Hannah into my arms and she holds me like her life depends on it. Maybe she realizes her life does depend on it, since she needs to be dead in fifteen minutes. Hannah pulls away and starts to talk about Henry. Apparently, he worked at a bank and was committing bank fraud. Henry was smart enough not to put anything in his own name, so he set up an account with Hannah’s name and funneled money into it. He told Hannah that he had come back to town and had been keeping track of her from afar. He had been following her the night in the alley and the night I killed Stan. What pissed me off is he watched as Stan tried to rape her? Henry was an opportunist little fucker because the night I took Hannah home to her parents, he followed. I left with Hannah and he went in and killed his own father.

The plan was working out perfect and all Hannah had to do was go to the cops and tell them that I had killed Harry Cofe. Why would the cops question it? I was a known mobster with a bad habit of killing people.

“He had one of my knives?” I remind Hannah and she nods

“He broke into your house after he seen you in the alley. He was prepared.” She tells me as she stares back at Henry’s body. I glance at my watch and see that it’s five minutes to twelve. Hannah narrows her eyes on me and asks me if I need to be somewhere. Her eyes widen as I lift the gun.