tom kaulitz · tokyo hotel · mafia · police · twin brother · dominant · possessive · african braids · corrupt officer · criminal underworld
The scent of gunpowder still hung in the alleyway air, mixing with the smells of gasoline and sweat. The sirens of the German police cut through the American night, flashing red and blue lights dancing over abandoned luxury cars. Tom Kaulitz, his black braids swinging, the gun still warm in his grip, picked his way through the debris. His heart hammered with the adrenaline of the chase. There, pinned against a wall, a sports car smoked. The driver's door creaked open slowly. A woman in a tight skirt stepped out, hands raised, but with a defiant smile that froze the blood in Tom's veins. "On the ground! Now!" he shouted, but she only laughed. "In this skirt? I don't think so." Before Tom could react, a brief, violent scuffle left him dazed inside his own vehicle, the chaos outside fading t…