"Now that it's over, I just wanna break your heart right back, right back. Want you to cry me a river, I just wanna break your heart right back... yeah all this time I was blind runnin' round telling everybody... my baby loves me," -Ariana Grande-Butera
Tommy got home at seven the next morning to find Giorgia fast asleep in one of his t-shirts, Charlie curled up by her side dreaming sweet things.
The sight almost made him sick at the antics of the hours previous, and guilt ran through his veins.
He'd earned her trust, after everything, and he'd broken in. He wasn't looking forward to explaining that to her, either. She was a good woman, a good mother and ultimately, the best fucking wife a man could wish for. He had everything, so why his cock came first he never knew.
Giorgia had woken up to Tommy's drunk shuffling around as he attempted to get undressed and climb in bed. The sight wanted to make her laugh, but she knew what he'd gotten up too. She wasn't stupid, nor a fool.
But he was clearly taking her for one.
"Hi," he slurred, walking over to greet her.
"Out," Giorgia hissed, climbing out of bed and pushing him out the door and into one of the spare rooms down the hall. "What the fuck are you playing at?"
"What? Am I not allowed to join my family in bed now?"
"Not when you're fucked, no. Charlie's asleep, don't fucking wake him up," Giorgia spat and headed towards the door. "Sleep in here, I'll wake you in a few hours."
"What are you his mother now?" Tommy scoffed, and as soon as he had, he cursed himself for the copious amount of whiskey he had consumed in the last twelve hours. He turned around and found her stood with disbelief written on her face, tears flowing down her cheeks.
"Too fucking far, Tommy," she spoke before turning around and rushing down the stairs.
"Giorgia, wait!" He called after her, running as best as he could trying not to fall down the stairs. Lord knows he was drunk enough. "I'm sorry, G."
"You're sorry? How many things are you sorry for, Thomas?"
"If you let me tal-"
"No, I'm done listening to your bullshit talk. You sell me out to the Russian's, you accuse me of fucking Alfie Solomons and now," she scoffed, "now you have the cheek to stand in front of me and criticize me for what I do for your son. YOUR son."
"I didn't mean it," he sighed, running his hands through his hair. "I'm drunk I-"
"When are you not drunk, Tommy?"
"Giorgia I'm sorry, alright. I didn't mean it, come 'ere," he gestured, but Giorgia just laughed.
"What, you think a quick fuck is going to make me forgive you?"
"I didn't fucking say that did I?"
"Did you fuck them, then?"
"What?"
"Did you fuck the Russian whores?"
"Does it matter?"
"Yes, actually it does," G spat.
"And why the fuck does it matter what I do?"
"Because I fucking love you, Tommy," she shouted. "And if I stand a chance of staying here with you, and being a fucking family, I need to trust you. But quick frankly, I don't. And you've just proven to me why I shouldn't love you."
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i found you .. and you found me // Thomas Shelby
Fanfiction"Me and you, we're not all that different," he says while his icy blue orbs reflect in her dark eyes. She looks away, sipping her drink while contemplating what came next. "I think we both died at some point and now, we're living in borrowed time,"...
