DISCLAIMER: See installment one.

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"I just don't know what to really think of it all, Kit. I mean, he's just expecting I fall back into it with him. I don't know what to tell him. I'm sorry he feels this way."

"And what do you feel?" Kit asked, placing her drink back down on the patio side table.

"What do you mean?"

Kit looked at Angela, lowering her sunglasses. "You think I don't know?"

"Know what?" Angela's mouth quirked into a grin.

"Oh, baby, please. You're still in love with that man."

"Oh, I am not."

"Yes you are. And the longer you deny it, the worse it will become. I know what you went through when you first met him. When you two first got together, you were in love with him."

Angela paused, twirling her straw around in her drink glass. "Does that even matter?"

"Trying to rationalize it will drive you crazy. I'm not saying give into him, but consider what your heart is telling you."

"You're right," she admitted, taking a long sip from her drink. "I just wish there was a way for him to never know. I don't want to be pulled back into it, Kit."

"You should tell him anyway. Regardless of what you're scared of. He's the father of your child. I think he has a slight right to know. I'm just glad you had the sense to not be with anyone else. That would have been hell, if anything."

"Yeah," Angela said, remembering Tommy's temper when finding out she'd been hanging out with a male friend of hers.

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Vercetti Estate, Vice City - November 1997

"Are you fucking him?"

"What?" she asked, bewildered at his question.

"Are - you - fucking him?" he repeated slowly.

"Tommy, you've lost your mind. I went to a Halloween party with him."

"Yea, dressed up in barely anything."

"I was a Playboy Bunny. Completely covered."

"With your damn titties hanging out! I saw the pictures, Angela!"

She stood from the Greek bench in front of their bed, but he just approached her, tapping her shoulders making her sit back down. "I still have the costume if you want to see it. It's not revealing."

"Like hell it isn't." He ran his hand through his short dark hair. "You didn't even tell me you were going anywhere."

"I was unaware I had to report to you," she snapped, her cocoa eyes burning with fire now. "I don't have to - "

"I have to know where you are! At all times!" He lowered himself close to her face. "You think I would have let you go alone?"

"I didn't go alone." She shifted on the bench, looking away from him.

"Oh, right, I forgot, you went with the dude you're fucking behind my back."

"I am not fucking him, Tommy!" She pushed him away. "If you're just going to accuse me of shit, then let me leave!"

"So you want to leave now?" He grabbed her wrist, pulling her up. "Too bad, you're mine." He dragged her over to the side of the bed, pushing her down, and climbing on top of her.

"Stop it, Tommy." He ignored her, wedging a knee between her legs. Lifting the oversized T-shirt she wore, he cupped her breasts, his thumb lightly caressing her nipple. She ran her hands through his hair, gripping onto it. "Do you think if I were sleeping with someone else, I'd come back to you?"

His warm breath tickled the sensitive nipple as he chuckled. "No, I don't think you'd ever come back to a monster like me."

"You're not a monster, Tommy. I don't know why you act the way you do." She brought his face to hers, running her lips across his. "You know I only want to be yours. I wouldn't be here if I didn't want you." Her lips clashed into his, her fingers unbuttoning his dress shirt.

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Atlantic City, New Jersey - June 2005

A giggle broke her out of her endless thoughts. Justin stood in the backyard, hose in hand, dousing Tommy as much as he could. Tommy tried to evade the spray, but eventually let the little boy win, more giggles escpaing him.

"Want to play waterbottle football?" she heard Tommy ask him.

Justin crinkled his nose and looked up at the tall man. "Waterbottle football? What's that?"

"I'll show you. Go grab me a water bottle." The little boy quickly obliged, taking a near empty bottle of water off of the patio table, and running back to Tommy. "Waterbottle football," he started, "is when you use a water bottle to play football, rather than an actual football." He filled up the bottle a third of the way full, twisting the cap back on. "Go long."

Justin ran to the far end of the yard, near the row of trees that separated their line of houses from another row of homes. Tommy threw the bottle with little effort, sending it spiraling down to where Justin planted his feet with open arms, ready to catch it. He did, just barely, and came running back to Tommy.

"Did I do good, dad?"

"You did awesome. Now throw it to me," he said, jogging to where Justin once stood. He threw it a little short, with Tommy taking a few strides to catch it.

Angela watched them throw the bottle back and forth between each other, slowly turning her head to her friend who was basking in the warm sunlight.

"Would it be dumb of me if I went back down with him?" Angela asked, looking back towards Tommy and Justin.

"Well," Kit started, opening one eye. "It would probably benefit Justin having his dad with him. Unless you think it's going to turn out harmful, I see no reason why you couldn't go."

"Yeah," she agreed absentmindedly. "Maybe it's the fresh start we need."

Later that night, Tommy lay in bed when a soft knock fell upon his door. He stood from the bed, stretching out tiredly, and opened the door.

"I didn't want to go to sleep just yet," the warm voice said. He let her in the room, keeping the door ajar behind her. She climbed into his bed as he turned around with enough time to see her bottom disappear under the sheets.

"I don't even want to know why you have shorts like that. They're kind of pointless when they look like underwear." He lifted the sheet, and laid down next to her.

"I sleep in them," she said stubbornly. "I don't wear them outside the house."

"What happened to you sleeping naked?" he grinned.

She gave a slight punch to his shoulder. "Don't even start. I came here to tell you something."

He lifted his arms, placing them behind his head. "What?" he asked softly, a smile still on his face.

"I was thinking about," she said slowly, "talking to Justin about something." She bit her lip, not wanting to reveal her plan.

"Talk to him about what?"

"You think he'd like being in Florida?" Tommy's dark eyes darted to her. "He can start the new school year fresh down there. And I'm sure he'll make friends just fine."

All he could do was chuckle at how fast she was talking. She lay on her side, palm of her hand on her cheek.

"And you're laughing. Some input would be nice."

"For what? You think I'm going to disagree with having you two at the estate?"

"I never said anything about living with you," she snapped out quickly.

The grin on his face faded. "You know you couldn't be anywhere else."

"Oh come on, Tommy. Please don't turn this into something controlling," she scoffed, sitting up.

"I'm not," he dejected. "People know you. And they'll know who Justin is within a matter of seconds. I don't want the wrong people finding out."

"I can't believe - "

"And you know this," he said sternly.

"So, what? We're going to be caged like zoo animals there? You locked me up for five years, but you can't possibly expect I'll let you do it to my son."

"He's my son too, Angela, and I'm not risking getting him hurt or killed because you still want to play the rebellous little housewife role."

"I knew this was a bad idea." She flipped the sheets off her, swinging her legs over to the side of the bed.

"Stop running away from me," he said in an even tone voice, before her feet even hit the floor. "Stop trying to hide from what I am. I know you're scared, and I know that you don't like it. But it's reality. I'm sorry that you had to be with someone whose career put you in danger - "

"Tommy - " she tried to interrupt, but he continued.

" - and will continue to put you in danger if you follow me back down to Florida. But it is what it is, and even at my lowest moments, I've offered you everything I've had."

She sat on the edge of the bed, taking a deep breath. "I knew when I met you what you were, and I was never scared of it." She turned back to him, folding one leg back up onto the bed. "But when you approached me that night, I saw something in you that I never saw in anyone else. And when I got to know you, and started loving you," she said with a smile. "I became scared of losing you. What you do doesn't scare me. Believe me, I deal with people's lives every day. But nothing scared me more than the thought of permanently losing you."

He sat up against the pillow, tugging at her arm until she gave into his embrace. Gently, he stroked her long, wavy, dark brown hair. "That's exactly why I can't risk you two being anywhere else. It's just too dangerous, and I'm not about to put my manly pride before protecting you and Justin. Yes, I would love for you to come back down to Florida, but only if you agree to stay in the estate." He pulled away from her, looking at her with intense eyes. "If you don't agree to it, then you can't come back."

The only response she could give was to lightly brush her lips over his, and snuggle herself closer to his warm body.

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"We're going to move to Florida!" Justin's bright eyes exploded with excitement at the talk his mother had with him.

"Can I visit you?" Kit joked, nudging his shoulder.

"Yes! But you gotta stay in my room. Mom says I can have a bunk bed!"

"Oh my, how fun will that be." She held out an open-palm hand and Justin slapped his against it. "Buddies forever?"

"Yeah!"

"Tommy, I swear to everything that is holy, if you let anything happen to him while, you won't have to worry about other mob hits. I'll whack you myself."

Kit let out a laugh as Tommy grinned. "You have my word that nothing will happen. I know what to do. And you'll be with us in a few days. Don't worry." He looked over at Kit, who tilted her chin up once to let him know she was ready to drive them to the airport. "We'll be there to pick you up too."

Angela leaned down to hug Justin one more time before he headed out the front door with Kit. She stood back up to look at Tommy. "I'll send the luggage through mail, so we don't have to wait at the airport."

He nodded at her. "Good idea."

"Don't kidnap him from me to get back at me," she joked with pleading eyes.

"If I would kidnap anyone, it would be you." He pulled her chin up with the tips of his fingers, laying a soft kiss on her lips.

She pulled away, not wanting to give in. "Be safe," she said in a near whisper as he exited out the front door.