Harry's P.O.V

"It seems like the DA's two star witnesses gave conflicting statements. One says that they saw Lombardi by himself kidnap the girl, the other says that there were 3 people with him." That's see what we can do with this." Connor says.

We've been going over these depositions for hours. Connor however has decided to give us the rest of the day off, as well as tomorrow. He's been in a strop since Tru left. Hopefully with her returning today he'll be in a better mood.

"Good work lads, let's call it a day, yeah?" Connor says as the front door closes.

Turning around I see that Tru has made it back. A huge smile covers my face as I look at her. Standing to greet her, I'm stopped as Niall beats me to it.
Niall grabs her into a bear hug, causing her to drop what appears to be a gown bag.

"Shit!" she mutters before retrieving it from the floor. As she stands up light catches on her necklaces. Looking closer I see what appears to be dog tags with a wedding set dangling from the chain.

"Are those Nathaniel's dog tags?" Niall asks. Tru nods as her face turns sad.

"How was your trip?" I ask her hoping all went well. Try simply shrugs before she attempts to go upstairs.

"Why do you have his dog tags, and why in the bloody hell is there wedding rings hanging from it?" her dad all but yells.

"Lily gave them to me." She tries to leave again, but her father won't give up.

"That doesn't tell me a damned thing!" his face reddens with each word he yells.

"It's really none of your..." He cuts her off before she can finish.

"You come home with a gown bag, his dog tags, and their wedding rings. What has that woman talked you into? Tell me you didn't agree to marry Tyler. I swear that twat is a horrible influence on you."

I watch as Tru's entire body tenses. Silently fuming her whole body trembles with rage. Anyone else would notice the warning signs, but Connor keeps yelling at her. Tru places her luggage down, and carefully hangs the bagged dress on the coatrack, before all hell breaks loose.

"ENOUGH!" she yells, causing everyone to jump.

"I am holding the rings for Tyler until he finds the woman he wants to marry. I'm not telling you why, because its none of your damn business, neither is the dress. No, I am not marrying Tyler. Are you sick? He's 4 years younger than me, and like my little brother. That woman has a name and it's not twat, you pathetic excuse for a human. Lily was more of a parent to me than you ever were or will be." Tru turns to leave as Connor catches her wrist.

"You will not talk to me like that young lady." He snarls.

Tru gives him an evil smile before eyeing his hand on her wrist. Smartly Connor lets go as she walks away. Turning towards the table Lou left one of the files open. Tru's eyes widen as she reads the case name.

"Anthony Lombardi? As in Sergio's son, Anthony?" She asks.

Connor looks at the floor remaining silent. Tru's breathing has increased as she waits for someone to answer. No one seems to want to answer her, so I speak up.

"Yes, one in the same, why?" I say.

Tru picks up the file and begins to read it over. Connor moves to take it from her, but she pulls it out of his reach. Whatever she read enrages her, as she throws the file at her father.

"You're defending his son? I cannot believe you!" Her voice has gone quiet, it's almost like the calm before the storm. I watch as she continues to shake. Niall being brave tries to comfort her, but Tru pushes him away.

"Don't touch me, Niall. Not right now, I'll do something I'll regret."

"Tru honey, let me explain." Connor pleads.

"Explain what? Is his father one of your clients?" she asks.

Every interaction I have seen between Tru and Connor has always been him yelling at her while she remains calm. Saying their relationship is strained would be the understatement of the century. I think that whatever this is, it's the breaking point for Tru.

"I can't tell you that, you know that." Connor lowers his voice tries to be soothing.

"The fuck you can't!" she yells.

Again, being brave I decide to speak up. Whatever pain this is causing her not knowing needs to end.

"Yes, Sergio is a client as well." I say softly. I move towards her slowly. Tru allows me to rub small circles on her back. Hoping it will help calm her, I continue as she lets out an evil laugh.

"You are defending him? The two men that kidnapped me. The reason that Nathaniel lost his life. You told me there wasn't enough evidence to charge them. That I wasn't a reliable witness, because I had been traumatized by Nathaniel's death. That you have the fucking nerve to say anything ill about that family is fucking rich." Tru stares at her father as he fidgets.

This is the first any of us heard about this. Niall even said he didn't know who almost took her life. I know for a fact he wouldn't agreed to work on this, none of us would.

Tru takes a deep breath before continuing, "Tyler's dad lost his life saving me from those monsters, after they beat me almost within an inch of my life. If you had allowed the charges, instead of burying the evidence some little girl would be safe and sound, right now." Tru turns to me and whispers, "Harry thank you, but please stop for a moment." I remove my hand from her back, but stay close.

"Lily's has stage 4 breast cancer, she's dying. She has 3 months to live. That's why she gave me the dog tags, and wedding set. If you had never messed with the Lombardi family to begin with, Nathaniel would still be here. Now Tyler is going to lose the only parent he has left. Oh yeah, Lily granted me custody of Tyler, and I swear if you go any where near him, you'll regret it!" She threatens.

"Sweetheart, let me explain." Connor moves to hug her, as Tru moves closer into my side. I put my arm around her shoulders instinctively.

"Don't be afraid, I'd never hurt you." Connor pleads.

"Ha, too late for that. I'm not afraid of you. Don't touch me, don't talk to me, stay the fuck away from, or I swear I will do something violent, with permanent damage." She steps towards him to prove her point. Connor moves too fast for her to see, back handing her knocking her to the floor.

Tru kips up before landing a solid blow to her father's jaw. The look on everyone's face is sheer horror. Before Connor can strike again Niall steps up.

"Connor you need to drop this case and leave your daughter alone."

"Who do you think you are, you little shit? What I do to my daughter is none of your fucking business. Don't forget you work for my company. I own the majority of the stocks." he snarls.

"No, but it is mine. Touch my daughter again, and it will be the last thing you do. Niall owns the majority of the stock you lying bastard. When your father died he left 40% and the other 60% to his grandson. You work for him, as soon as he turned 21 that company became his." Vanessa said.

Tru ran into the other room grabbing something, while her father glared at her mum. Vanessa sensing a threat, backed up as Connor moved towards her.

"I want you out of my house, and out of my life." Producing a file she handed him what appeared to divorce papers.

"You fucking cunt. You're nothing without me, do you hear me?" He yelled.

"Connor, that's enough. You need to leave before you make this situation any worse." I say moving to stand between the two of them. Before I make it Connor slaps his wife.

The sound of a gun cocking is all that's heard.
"Down, now!" her tone is icy as she orders her father.

"You wouldn't shoot your own father over a little misunderstanding, would you?"
Pushing the gun to the back of his head she says, "Try me." Connor gets to his knees as the gun remains in place.

"Niall, grab his keys from the table, take off the house key, and office keys, then give them here." she instructs. Niall too shocked to move stands there. Quickly I grab the keys, and hand them to Niall. He snaps out of it enough to do what she asked before handing them to her.

"I want you to get up slowly, and leave. Don't come back. If I catch you around mom, myself, or anyone I care about, you won't see the bullet that hits you." Keeping the gun pointed at Connor Tru moves, so he can stand. Stumbling to his feet Connor takes the keys, before running towards the door. Tru doesn't lower the gun, until we hear the sound of him leaving.

"I can't believe you pointed a real gun at your father's head." Niall says, fear evident in his voice.

"I didn't." Was all she said.

"Tru, we all saw you." Niall motions to us.

"That's the gun you used when you did your qualify, innit?" I ask.
Tru nods as Niall, and the other lads look confused.

"Huh?" Liam says. Tru raises the gun to the ceiling and pulls the trigger, but nothing happens.

"It isn't real. It looks, feels, and weighs like the real thing, but it's no more than a toy." She explains

"Connor didn't know that though, did he?" Zayn says catching up.

I watch as realization hits the other boys. No one moves or says anything as Tru heads upstairs. Each of us going different ways. Niall calling the office, to figure out what happens next, and to drop the Lombardi family. Lou, Zayn, and Liam decide to go to a bar. Vanessa leaves for the police station. Left alone downstairs I decide to find Tru.

Knocking on her door, I wonder if she just wants to be left alone. She's had a very stressful day to say the least. She finds out that soon, she'll be gaining a teenager, her poor excuse of a father betrayed her, slapped her and her mum, and finally she had to hold a gun to his head. Anyone would be in tears or shock, but I hear her say 'come in'.

Tru's laying on her side facing me, as I walk towards her bed she scoots over so I can sit down.
"Do you want to talk, love?"

" I think I'm all talked out right now, but you're more than welcome to stay." She reaches over to her nightstand grabbing the remote, before handing it to me.

"Nothing too serious if you don't mind." she says as I turn on the telly, settling for some comedian with a purple puppet named "Peanut'. Laying down on my back, I pull Tru to my chest wrapping my arms around her. She raises her eyebrow at me causing me to laugh.
"It's alright, love. I won't try anything." I say between chuckles, giving her a wide grin.

She nods before relaxing into my embrace. Tru buries her face into my chest. I can feel her silent tears soaking through my shirt. Rubbing circles into her back, I raise her chin with my other hand.

Wiping away her tears I say, "It's going to be ok, babe."

"I'm sorry Harry, I don't normally cry."

"Don't be sorry, you had a lot happen to you over the last few days. It's ok to cry." Tru gives me a hard look as I finish.

Realizing she was upset, because she was crying altogether, not because she was doing it in front of me, I amend my statement.

"It's ok to be sad, and vulnerable. I know that you're this amazingly strong woman, but it's ok to always be strong. Besides I won't tell anyone you actually do cry." I say as I give her a cheeky grin. Tru smiles up at me, before kissing me on the cheek.

"Thanks Harry. Now be quiet I'm watching Jeff Dunham!" she says playfully.

We finish watching his first show, then another comes on with different puppets. A grumpy old man doll (Walter), some skeleton doll named Ahmed and his weird son, and finally the purple alien thing (Peanut) and Jose the Jalapeno on a stick.

"He's an odd one. Playing with dolls at his age." I tease her.

"Hey! He's a ventriloquist, and they're puppets not dolls." Tru goes to smack me as I catch her wrist. The air becomes thicker between us when I lower my face to hers. I stare into her crystal blue eyes, licking my lips slowly and moving my eyes to her lips, then back to her eyes. Her breath quickens as I breath in the scent of peppermint and vanilla. I move my face closer to hers. My lips are centimeters from hers.

"Harry?" Tru's voice has become soft and breathy.

"Yes, love?" I say softly, my lips brushing hers.

"Stop teasing." she murmurs.

"Hmm?"

"Harry, pleaseeee." she begs.

Hearing what I needed I close the distance between us, and fell her full soft lips against mine. Squeezing her hip, Tru gasps into my mouth, allowing me to slip in my tongue. Massaging her tongue with mine, I squeeze her hip again, causing her to moan into my mouth. Excited by her reaction I squeeze harder, as Tru wraps her hand in my hair and tugs. Letting out a groan I pull her onto of me, biting at her bottom lip. Tru takes in a sharp breath, before I once again capture her mouth with mine.

"Oi! Food's... What the Fuck."

Reluctantly I break the kiss to yell at the intruder.
"Louie, you idiot!"

Notes

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