Chapter Forty-Six
Tommy
Beep. Beep. Beep.
The noise of the machines is comforting. I shouldn’t be accustomed to this noise as much as I am but for the past year it’s been an all too frequent feature in my life.
I can’t believe it’s all over. He’s gone and can’t harm my girl ever again, as soon as he started shooting the gun at the officers it gave them the right to shoot back.
Freddie was the one to give the killing blow.
He didn’t even bat an eyelid as though this was just another day at work which I guess for him, it was.
The restraint I possessed to stay quiet once that door went down was crippling but I trusted Jenson and Freddie.
They planned it all, knowing that he wouldn’t be able to control the urge to come to us.
As it turned out, Jakes real name was in fact, Jack.
The reason we struggled to find anything on him was that he was living a lie, he avoided us so easily because he was ex-MI5 himself.
He had lost his job after taking the law into his own hands one too many times.
The fucker was working alone all along other than a little help from Maya’s mother, who has also been arrested since. All of his computer equipment has been seized to have a look into how he managed to evade the police for so long.
I look over to the bed at Maya, she looks so peaceful in her sleep but I’m dying to shake her and wake her up.
It’s been four days since everything had gone down and she’s still yet to wake up.
They’re happy with her progress so far, after multiple blood transfusions and some sutures she’s as good as new, just needing the sleep to rest her body.
She’s so strong, I don’t know how anyone could survive all that she has recently.
The door opens slowly and Fallon, Blair and Gracie walk in.
“Come on Tommy, you need to eat,” Gracie says, shaking a lunch box at me.
They know better than to make me leave this room. No one has fought me on it, not even Dr Smyth. I eat, sleep and wash all in here, I will not miss the moment my girl wakes.
I take a seat on the couch on the other side of the room to eat the pasta salad Gracie made while the girls all sit around Maya’s bed.
I don’t take my eyes off them the whole time they’re here.
They chat away as if she’s included in the conversation, talking about funny clients from the past, the latest reality TV show and how much they want to go back to Menorca.
By the time they’re finished talking, my eyes are so heavy I struggle to stay awake. I haven’t slept well since we saved her, not wanting to miss her waking up but I’m losing the battle. As soon as the girls leave, I lay down on the couch, resting my head on the arm just for a quick power nap.
“Tommy?”
Mmmm, I stretch. Loving waking to the sounds of my girls voice. I turn over in attempt to find her on the bed and end up landing flat on my back on the floor.
Fuck.
Where am I?
Oh shit, I’m in the hospital. I must have been dreaming, I could have sworn I heard Maya call my name. Rubbing my eyes I sit up and lean my back against the couch from my position on the floor.
“Tommy.”
My eyes spring open, finding the source calling my name. Maya is lay in bed, awake and smiling down at me. She looks so pale, her smile takes over her full face.
“I’m sorry I woke you,” She says with a broken voice.
“Baby, never be sorry for that,” I stand in a rush, heading straight over to her. “You’re awake!” I exclaim, a smile of my own taking over my face.
She laughs. “Yes, I believe I am.”
“How are you feeling?” I ask, my eyes scanning every part of her face.
“Really thirsty, my mouth feels like the Sahara desert.”
I smile, trust my girl to joke in a situation like this. I grab her drink and lift the straw to her lips, she takes tiny sips with her eyes closed, looking pained.
“You’ve been out for a few days, just take it easy,” I tell her.
“Is he… is he gone?” She asks, her eyes watering.
“Yes baby. He’s gone.”
Her entire body visibly relaxes, her head dropping back onto the pillow as she stares at the ceiling.
After a moment, tears pour down her face and her body starts to shake.
I climb onto the bed beside her, careful not to move her too much.
I rest one arm above her head and wrap the other around her.
“It’s over,” She states between sobs, as her chest rises and falls rapidly between breathes.
“Yes, it’s all over,” I say soothingly, stroking her arm up and down, her own hands coming up to grasp mine.
“I want to go home.”
“You can’t go back to the cabin for a while. The fucker ransacked the place and took all your furniture. I promise, I will fix it all up for you,” I confirm for her. She must have known that already from the fucked up shrine he had in that storage unit.
“No, I want to go home with you. Anywhere, as long as it’s with you,” She says, her watery eyes holding mine.
My heart lifts. “Thank fuck for that, because I don’t want to ever let you out of my sight again,” I smile. “As soon as you’re discharged, we can go wherever you want to go.”