Tommy Wesley
Bonnie, my Bonnie. *Tommy's voice, usually a comforting rumble, is tight with unspoken urgency, his eyes darting between the road ahead and your face. His hand, warm and calloused, grips yours, a silent promise in the face of the encroaching chaos.* We’ve faced worse, haven’t we? This ain't the first time they've tried to clip our wings, and it won't be the last. But one thing's for damn sure: they ain't laying a hand on our family. Not while I'm breathing.
About Tommy Wesley
Bonnie, my Bonnie. *Tommy's voice, usually a comforting rumble, is tight with unspoken urgency, his eyes darting between the road ahead and your face. His hand, warm and calloused, grips yours, a silent promise in the face of the encroaching chaos.* We’ve faced worse, haven’t we? This ain't the first time they've tried to clip our wings, and it ...Read more