There are many things even Bryce Holloway cannot outrun. One of those things is trouble. Trouble that now comes in the shape of Italians and an all too familiar Inspector creeping around every corner.
The other most notable thing Bryce cannot outru...
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He waited for the creak of the bed as she got up,
Waited for the groan of the floorboard,
And waited for the click of the door as she left through it.
It never came.
*Lil bit of spice*
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All is fair in love and war.
Tommy had heard the phrase before, muttered by Polly over a cup of tea. Of course, the entire notion seemed utterly, ridiculously problematic and had never really made sense. The worst part was the fact he'd taken advantage again and again whether he'd meant to or not. The list was long. Painfully so.
The road was cold against Tommy's back as he silently cursed that day, Polly loudly flicking through page after page of her newspaper before settling on an article of an American crime couple. Ada had foolishly questioned the authenticity of their love and the mayhem that followed wherever they went. It was almost like he'd seen a glimpse of what might've been. It was almost humorous now. He might even have laughed had blood not been soaking through his shirt.
No, all is not fair in love and war.
But this...
Sure. This was fair.
"I think I deserved that." He groaned, watching as his breath whisked up and danced with the cold night air.
"You know you deserved that." The nightlight of the lamps darkened as Bryce hovered over him. She was watching him closely just as much as she was checking the wound seeping onto the pavement below. He couldn't return that gaze, lost to her silhouette in the darkened night above him. "You're a fucking idiot." She hissed, crossing her arms over her chest. He knew she was right, though he wasn't entirely sure why.
"And why's that, darling?"
"You flinched."
"I did?"
"You did." Bryce said, kneeling down so he could finally see her face, illuminated to show her bright eyes and mischievous smile. "If you hadn't, it would've nipped the side." Her fingers brushed along the length of her shawl, revealing the silken skin leading to that one patch of light pink that caught the outside of her arm. She traced it lightly with the tips of her fingers. "Just like the shot you took. Now..." Tommy couldn't bite back his smile as she tutted at him and shook her head. Perhaps he'd hit his head when he'd hit the ground but there was something different about the space between them. A space understood. "How about we get you home?"
"Will you patch me up?" Even if it wasn't quite home, but a dingy apartment space in London. Though for a moment he had to wonder if home was more of a state of mind than it was an actual physical place. Because Bryce... Well...
