Thomas South Park Novels & Stories

My attention returned to the two standing in front of me when the man spoke, “Yes, it’s disappointing that we didn’t get Sophia, but this one will be useful, too.” “What kind of use could we possibly have for this one, Thomas?” The female scoffed as she turned to assess Matty, still unconscious and hanging upright in his cell. “I have a few ideas, but we can talk about that later,” the guy named Thomas replied, his eyes swirling with silent threats. I knew I wouldn’t like whatever he was thinking about. “What do you want? If you think you’ll get any information out of me, you’re wrong,” I spat out, and they both started laughing.

He shifts closer, cupping her cheek, wiping away her tears with his thumb. "Hey," he whispers, his thumb rubbing circles over her knuckles. "Don’t cry, love. Please." His voice turns softer, almost childlike. "I know you're scared. Hell, I’m scared too... but I swear I’ll take care of you and our pups. You don’t have to worry about anything. I'm good with kids, you know?" He chuckles nervously, wiping a tear from her cheek. "I grew up with a bunch of siblings, and I know how to handle them. Trust me, I’ve got this."