"Men aren't really complicated, honey. They are very simple, literal creatures. They usually mean what they say. And we spend hours trying to analyze what they've said - when really it's obvious. If I were you, I'd take him literally. That might help."

~~
Angel with a shotgun - The Cab

That's when I get up....

My feet follow the rhythm of the music, while my eyes stare at Tom's. I can see the colors of his eyes darkening. There are only a few people on the dance floor and they are all couples. I see Tom growling before he gets up. A smile born on my lips as he joins me. He takes my hands between his hands before he tells me.

-What are you doing to me, Armony?

We drown in each other's eyes. He took my hips in his hands, I put my arms around his neck and that's when he started dancing. From one step to another I discover another man. A laugh escapes from my lips as I think of the phrase my mother used to repeat to me.

-What's going on, love?

-Never trust a man who can dance.

A chuckle escapes from his lips, which makes me slightly smile. And with a subtle movement, he makes me turn on myself and then makes me come back to him, with a harder movement this time. Our chests presse together, our faces a few centrimetres apart, my eyes go back and forth between his eyes and his lips that call me to sin. I suddenly pull back, grinning at him and heading towards our table. I sit down and take the glass in front of me, which is filled with red wine.

The night goes perfectly well and calmly until a tall brown makes his entrance. It was the beginning of the end.

-So do you think I could have my Wednesday afternoon?

-I have to see if you deserves it, Miss Smith.

We smile at each other when a voice cuts us off.

-Thomas Stanley Holland, I thought I'd never see you again.

I see Tom wiping his lips, calmly resting his napkin, then raising his eyes and looking at the man.

-Get out of here.

-Aren't you happy to see me? Maybe I'm at a bad time.

I look at Tom with a worried and questioning look as the stranger takes a chair and sits at our table.

-I won't repeat it a third time, get out of here Marcus.

I flinch, not because of Tom's tones but because of the pressure and coldness of the gun on my thigh. Tom gives me a look of confusion thinking he's the one who scares me. It's when he see the position of Marcus' arm that he realizes.

-She didn't do anything.

-You should never have attacked me.

He adds pressure on my thigh, which makes me make a face out of fear. We were the only one in the restaurant at this time. My eyes stay on Tom's. As if he could comfort me with a single look.

-You touch one single piece of her hair, you're dead.

He takes it as an invitation and touches my hair. Tom contracts his jaw while he looks at the moves of the man's hand on me. And with a sharp and fast movement, he gets up, points his gun at Marcus' skull and he doesn't bother to wait before pressing the trigger. I receive blood all over me, and everything is confusing. Tom tries to talk to me but I can't listen to him. I'm still on the chair with my eyes open until I feel arms grabbing me and taking me somewhere else.

I wake up in a car. I hear people screaming outside, suddenly the door opens. Tom and a blond guy are now in front of me.

-Are you okay darling?

I just nod with my head. I then take his hand, that he offers to me, to get out of the car. He takes me inside a building. Than we go up in the elevator and walk a few steps before he puts me on a couch. I slowly regain all my senses back. Tom kneels down in front of me and grabs my hands.

-I'm so sorry you had to see that.

My gaze moves to him. His head is on my lap now, automatically I put my hands on his head. To this contact he shivers and than he relaxes.

-You tried to protect me. I can't thank you enough for that.

He gets up and sits next to me. We are facing each other now and I can tell you that I have never seen such a gorgeous face. He put his hand against my cheek and gently rubs it with his thumb.

-I can't...

I open my eyes that i closed a few moments before.

-I'm too dangerous, I should never have allowed you to be so close to me. I'm not for you, Armony.

-What?

I put my hand on his that is on my cheek.

-What does that mean, Tom?

He gets up suddenly.

-I can't get attached, it's not made for me, for my job. If I get too attached to someone, they'll hurt them.

I get up so I can be closer to him.

-Tom I-...

-You don't understand Armony!

I take a step back, surprised at the speed he turned back at me.

-They're dangerous if they know I took a woman to dinner, they'll take care of it! And I don't want that to happen to you!

We stay a few seconds looking at each other, his breathless breathing was the only sound.

He couldn't hold on.

I couldn't either.

We were screwed.

~

Merry Christmas my angels !

New Trailer

https://youtu.be/_mAy7ZBeaF8