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V *** We were all ready to kick his ass. Who even allowed him to come? If he even dare to lift a finger to ruin Cindy's day, oh so help me God, I will go down for murder. Tommy was sat there at the back looking at everything with a stupid smile on his face and a look on his eyes that I didn't like, not because it wasn't a cute look but exactly because it was a cute brotherly look. One of them that makes you think he cares about what's happening right now. I'm not saying he doesn't care, I'm not inside him, I don't know him, I don't know if he does or not, but he left ages ago, he never communicated with Cindy and when he was here he was a bit of an asshole. A huge asshole.

greeted Tommy, his voice quavered a little and he sounded extremely nervous. "Tommy?" Sharon said frowning in confusion, her thoughts still distracted, "What are you doing here, shouldn't you be in school at the moment?" "Umm…" Tommy shuffled his weight from foot to foot and he blushed a little. "Do you want to want to come inside honey?" Sharon offered, her voice softening as she sensed the boy's discomfort. He seemed to be in some sort of trouble, or at the very least had something important on his mind. Tommy was eighteen, only a few weeks older than Billy, but he had a chubby baby face and was extremely shy and withdrawn. Sharon had always felt the urge to mother him whenever he was arou

She thought about the pleasure of assaulting him but had to return to the duty at hand. “What is your name?” the high guard questioned Tommy. “Dennis of the West,” he said. Wenally did not know the name. It was foreign to her. Tommy was grateful he had taken on the West name. “How did you defeat these ferals?” the high guard investigated with her irritated, impatient tone. “My lady,” Tommy loathed, fabricating respect as he said, “most of our kin were killed in the battle. We have a few survivors staying at an inn in the town.” The most persuading lie was the most authentic one.

The red dots painted targets across all our chests. Three laser sights centered on me. I watched them dance across my heart like deadly stars, and all I could think was how stupid I had been. Tommy stood over three bodies—men I knew, men who had protected me growing up—with a gun in his hand and pride on his face. "Tommy," I said, surprised my voice stayed steady. "What did you do?" "What I had to do, Miss Eva." He gestured at the corpses with his gun. "They figured out I was working with the Sinaloa Cartel. Started asking questions. So I gave them answers." He smiled. "Permanent ones."

I miss her. "Now Zayne isn't here, I need to ask you something I'm curious about," Tommy whispered. He was Zyaire's dark-haired friend with dark blue eyes and freckles all over his nose. Notwithstanding, he was still pretty in a cute kind of way. But you know how these things work, as long as he's in the midst of guys like Stephan and Zyaire, his beauty doesn't count much.

"Will someone punch me in the face if I ever volunteer to work with Tommy Johnson ever again?" Tan walks over dropping at the lunch table where his friends are after 45 minutes of failing at taking pictures of Tommy. "Was he that bad?" Lin asks rubbing his back as Tan lays his head on the table feeling like a failure "He wouldn't smile, and he stood in the same fucking spot the whole time like a telephone pole! No matter how much I said Tommy smile or do something else with your body, boy would not move!" He complains to his friends as he steals food off their trays

"I think this is my favorite." Emma limped toward him, snatched the photograph out of his hand. She could see Tommy in the background of the photo, sitting on a bed, naked, laughter in his eyes. But he was partially blocked by a hand, a woman's hand with her wedding band clear on the ring finger. A flash of memory burst through Emma's mind: "This isn't a Playgirl photo shoot," he said. "No, but it would be a disservice to all of humanity not to capture this sight on film."

Agatha is leaving. "Why should I say goodbye?" I stood idly by. Tommy's black hair was uproar, his forehead was sweaty, which caused some strands of hair to stick to her. He wore black jeans, a black t-shirt and wore a small piercing in the corner of his lower lip. A more or less large lightning-shaped tattoo stood out on his neck. Tommy was a bad boy. "Well, you're right." Did you like the song? It was especially for you. I shrugged my shoulders.

Tommy threatened her. As he said that, he pinned Anne down on the couch and buried his face in her neck. Anne only felt disgusted. "Tommy, if you dare to touch me, I'll definitely kill you!" Tommy lifted his phone and snapped a few photos before releasing her. Anne immediately sat up and realized Tommy was admiring the photos on his phone with satisfaction. Tommy was lying on top of her and was extremely suggestive. It was as if he was prepared to do the deed with her.

Nonetheless, Tommy had done everything of his own volition because he didn't want the loan shark to harvest his organs. On his way back home, Tommy broke down when he saw his sex videos playing on the big LCD screen in front of the nightclub. The road was filled with crowds taking photos of the LCD screen, commenting on his moaning and flexibility. Although some of the videos were censored, everyone could tell Tommy had sex with a man. The worst part was he wasn't even gay.