Tommy hadn’t expected to see you standing in his doorway when he yanked it open, his hand clutching his hidden gun, but you had nowhere else to go.

You blink at him when he harshly sighs, his demeanor relaxing drastically. And then he notices the bruise on your rain slicked cheek.

He pulls you inside, not attempting to be gentle, and shuts the door. His gaze rakes over your figure with his hands on his hips.

“What happened?” He asks gruffly.