Last vestige of hope

Tom's POV

The cops were everywhere.  

From the gates, to the mansion, to all the places I could see. Their sirens were loud and they swallowed every fucking place. I sat in a cafe just directly opposite the entrance to the estate where I lived, staring at the whole shenanigans going on a few meters away.  

Of all the things I had thought would happen today, this was the least of them. For starters, I never would have thought that Adam Stone would find it about the deal with Barlow. I never thought he would know, and most definitely not through a video.  

A damned video.  

My mind replayed the scene at the restaurant over and over. The video. Someone had taken it alright. It had been that of two days ago when Eve had acted up and was being a petulant little bitch.  

My brows furrowed as dots began to connect in