Drista X Tommy Novels & Stories

I could feel Dax’s hand on me, trying to pull me back, but I dug my feet in. “You done?” Tommaso inquired, his voice now low and threatening. “Because I didn’t come here to argue with a spoiled brat who doesn’t know the first thing about survival.” “Survival?” I barked out another laugh. “Don’t talk to me about survival. I survived you.” That hit something. His jaw clenched. His grip on the gun tightened to the point where he could pull the trigger in a second. Dax stepped fully in front of me now, his voice sharp. “Enough, both of you. Tommaso—don’t even think about it. You’re outnumbered. You know it.”

And if Mask had been getting that… I clenched my jaw harder and took a step down the stairs, trying to shove the image from my head, but just as I started descending, a voice called out— “Mr. Di Cristina.” My spine went ramrod straight. I turned and saw Tomas standing at the top landing, dressed in a black shirt and matching trousers, the collar undone just enough to show a hint of throat and the tattoo ink peeking from under it. He looked like sin carved into marble. I hated the fact that he was so good-looking. Couldn't he be less attractive?

"Liam and Connor. Trent's best friends since middle school. You did great, by the way." He grinned. "I had a good teacher." As we made our way across the lawn, I caught sight of a familiar figure in the distance. My heart skipped a beat. "Oh my God, that's Damien." Tommy's brow furrowed. "Who's Damien?" I took a deep breath, the words tumbling out in a rush. "He's Trent's... I mean, your enemy. And also my ex." "Wait, what?" Tommy's eyes widened. "Is that why he's my.. I mean Trent's enemy? Because he dated you?"

I say. "I do not believe Tommy will come over. He knew what had happened last time. He and Mary know I have no problem taking them out again. If Tommy is so stupid to come over here, let me take care of it," Dante says. Tommy keeps sitting, and I am happy he is not coming over. Dante bends over, takes my hand, and kisses it. I know it is so Tommy can see the big diamond ring on my finger. I do not mind. I don't care what Tommy thinks about me. My phone pings, and I look at the message. It is from Tommy. So he is the coward to come over here and face me directly.

Phoenix nodded in agreement. I headed to the dining room for dinner. I sat with Greta and her mate Tom. He is a nice guy, about five-nine, chestnut-coloured hair and golden-brown eyes. He has a slim build, but it was all muscle; he matched Greta perfectly. Their bodies moved in sync, Tom placing his arm around Greta and always looking at her in awe as they laughed and told me about their week here. They Filled me in on everything I missed. As everyone cleared out of the dining room. I got up, said my goodbyes and reported to Beta Drake.

"Why? Are you the president or what? "No. I'm one who commands wealth and respect in all parts of the world. I'm Jayden James Bruno. Got it" Tommy tittered. "Chill bro. I didn't mean any harm. I made a mistake. I had bumped into her and dropped my glass of wine on her outfit. I was just trying to help her clean up, that's all" "Get lost" "What? Jayden shot a death stare. "Get, lost! "Yes. I'm out. Geez, so possessive" Tommy said storming out.

​"Elara! Fear not! Assistance has arrived!" ​I looked up to see Tommy—known to most as the guy with the permanent runny nose—scrambling toward the ditch. Today, however, he looked different. ​He was wearing a leather jacket that was three sizes too big and a pair of dark sunglasses, despite the morning fog. He looked like he was auditioning for a low-budget action movie. ​"Tommy? What are you doing?" I asked. ​"Protecting you from the labor," he said, puffing out his chest.

Diana went down like a bag of potatoes as his screams echoed the mangrove moor. Tommy saw his good eye turn up and the goblin suddenly halted, dropped into the wetland, and then dropped dead at their feet. Tommy was trying to massage his throat and get his breath back. He snapped at Celestina, “Why did you just stand there little girl, help me!” He let out matter-of-factly, “call for some help, get me a fucking blood?” Scooping Diana on his arms, Tommy walked like a poppet, his mind wanting to weep and scream. His mate was dead, he stabbed his best friend and he saw Celestina's devilish smile.

But maybe it was time to atone for not being around when my father needed me the most. “Okay, then. Bring her across to the St Andrew’s cross, Alpha Dante. Let’s have us a little warm-up show.” I thought they’d forgotten about the topless part, until Tommy ruthlessly stripped me of my bra in front of the X. “Now everyone can see the targets,” he said. I was still trying to work that one out when Dante strapped me in. At first I thought he’d made a novice mistake, because I was facing outwards and not towards the wall. Then I saw Tommy’s hateful grin and realised the intention.

Tom and Dax stood side by side gawking at the countess. “Dax Steele, ma’am.” “Oh, I see. The name fits you. I’m sure you have to beat the girls off with a stick,” Whitney oozed as she clutched her mink to her. “No, ma’am. I have a girlfriend but my brother over here does. They surround him like he’s a bucket of chicken.” “Dax,” Tom chided as his cheeks flushed red. Whitney laughed as she turned her attention to Tom. “And what is your name?”