I’d--”
“You’d what? Say really nasty things about me behind my back? I think you are really missing the point here. People are dead and you are worried about who has the bigger balls. Save yourself the trouble in finding out.” Taking another step closer to Melissa. “Again, Vic. I think that you owe me something.”
Melissa took a survey of the room. No one made eye contact with her. “Really, Vic? This girl pops up out of nowhere and the whole world changes.”
Kinney put a tight grip on her elbow. “Pick your battles. Besides, you just lost this one.” Kinney turned to address the rest of the group. “Blondie and I are going to the bar upstairs. Don’t make any decisions without me.” Dragging her outside, Melissa turned and gave us all a hateful look.
Ryan stood at the hotel door. Drew was standing over the couch. Any other day I would have been proud of my men. Securing the room. Today I just wanted to secure Tonya. “Please sit down.” Gingerly she sat at the farthest point of the couch. “Where should I start?”
“I just want to know how much danger am I really in,” Tonya whispered.
“Right now, I’m not sure, but I would guess we all are in the thick of it." I scooted closer to her on the couch, my knee brushing hers. I knew that I had her trapped. I had to get everything out. "Tonya, I want to first start off by saying that I'm sorry and I never meant for you to get hurt. You have to believe me when I say that you are the last person on this earth that I would want to see hurt."
She closed her eyes and lay her head on the back of the couch. Without looking at me, "I know that this is all because of you, isn't it? You did something to this guy and now he's out to kill me, well us." I nodded. "What is the Tomahawk?"
"It's not what. It's a who."
"And you are the Tomahawk then, right?"
"Yes."
She looked back to Drew and Ryan. "Do they know?"
"Drew does. You remember. We worked together in the Secret Service." I exhaled loudly. "We all had names, nicknames that were in our files. You know that my first name is Thomas, but I go by my middle name." She nodded. "Thomas, Tommy, Tomahawk. Damn, Tonya I just wish that I could tell you everything and make you understand."
"I'm really not concerned on what your nickname is. I just want to know why this man came after me. If he knew anything about you, he would know that I don't have any feelings for you. And that you and I haven't been together in years."
I've never been mauled by an animal in my life. Never seen it in real time, but on the Discovery Channel a large predator like a bear or tiger would grab its prey and without giving the defenseless animal a second thought would rip it into shreds. That's how I felt right now. She had no feelings for me at all. Words that she mumbled to me in our bed at night, whispers of kindness in the morning. The warmth of her was colder than a grave marker. I cleared my throat and spoke above my pain. "He's crazy is the only thing that I can think of. When Melissa gets back, I'll have her dig into some of our enemies and make a list."
"That many enemies? You can make a list. I thought I was the only one that hated you that much." She smiled.
"Job like ours, you make a few." She looked away. "Do you want me to tell you what I do?"
"Not really. Honestly, I don't really care. You got me into this, now get me out. If you really wanted me to know, you could have told me years ago. Now your secret nearly killed me and now you want to talk? You have a way of putting me in the world's most uncomfortable positions. You know that? Because of you I...I was hurt. Then you track me down, then you have me sharing quarters with your girlfriend. You have no idea how much this hurts."
"Mel? She's not my girlfriend. I never slept with her." That was completely out of left
“You’d what? Say really nasty things about me behind my back? I think you are really missing the point here. People are dead and you are worried about who has the bigger balls. Save yourself the trouble in finding out.” Taking another step closer to Melissa. “Again, Vic. I think that you owe me something.”
Melissa took a survey of the room. No one made eye contact with her. “Really, Vic? This girl pops up out of nowhere and the whole world changes.”
Kinney put a tight grip on her elbow. “Pick your battles. Besides, you just lost this one.” Kinney turned to address the rest of the group. “Blondie and I are going to the bar upstairs. Don’t make any decisions without me.” Dragging her outside, Melissa turned and gave us all a hateful look.
Ryan stood at the hotel door. Drew was standing over the couch. Any other day I would have been proud of my men. Securing the room. Today I just wanted to secure Tonya. “Please sit down.” Gingerly she sat at the farthest point of the couch. “Where should I start?”
“I just want to know how much danger am I really in,” Tonya whispered.
“Right now, I’m not sure, but I would guess we all are in the thick of it." I scooted closer to her on the couch, my knee brushing hers. I knew that I had her trapped. I had to get everything out. "Tonya, I want to first start off by saying that I'm sorry and I never meant for you to get hurt. You have to believe me when I say that you are the last person on this earth that I would want to see hurt."
She closed her eyes and lay her head on the back of the couch. Without looking at me, "I know that this is all because of you, isn't it? You did something to this guy and now he's out to kill me, well us." I nodded. "What is the Tomahawk?"
"It's not what. It's a who."
"And you are the Tomahawk then, right?"
"Yes."
She looked back to Drew and Ryan. "Do they know?"
"Drew does. You remember. We worked together in the Secret Service." I exhaled loudly. "We all had names, nicknames that were in our files. You know that my first name is Thomas, but I go by my middle name." She nodded. "Thomas, Tommy, Tomahawk. Damn, Tonya I just wish that I could tell you everything and make you understand."
"I'm really not concerned on what your nickname is. I just want to know why this man came after me. If he knew anything about you, he would know that I don't have any feelings for you. And that you and I haven't been together in years."
I've never been mauled by an animal in my life. Never seen it in real time, but on the Discovery Channel a large predator like a bear or tiger would grab its prey and without giving the defenseless animal a second thought would rip it into shreds. That's how I felt right now. She had no feelings for me at all. Words that she mumbled to me in our bed at night, whispers of kindness in the morning. The warmth of her was colder than a grave marker. I cleared my throat and spoke above my pain. "He's crazy is the only thing that I can think of. When Melissa gets back, I'll have her dig into some of our enemies and make a list."
"That many enemies? You can make a list. I thought I was the only one that hated you that much." She smiled.
"Job like ours, you make a few." She looked away. "Do you want me to tell you what I do?"
"Not really. Honestly, I don't really care. You got me into this, now get me out. If you really wanted me to know, you could have told me years ago. Now your secret nearly killed me and now you want to talk? You have a way of putting me in the world's most uncomfortable positions. You know that? Because of you I...I was hurt. Then you track me down, then you have me sharing quarters with your girlfriend. You have no idea how much this hurts."
"Mel? She's not my girlfriend. I never slept with her." That was completely out of left
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