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PAIRING: Mob!Tom Holland x reader

Warning: contains violence, cursing, (setting is in a night club sooo....) mentions of sex.

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Summary: You have been assigned to kill the most powerful mob in all of London. But once it backfires, you learn that there’s more to Tom than just a cold, ruthless, stoned faced mafia. And you uncover the secret of your identity.

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It was a cold Friday night. music boomed inside the bar and busy waiters and waitresses served cocktails and beers to customers insisting on getting drunk even more. Business was booming every friday night at the Halo night club, and it was hard for y/n to spot a familiar face amongst the crowd. "Have you spotted him yet?" The voice from her earpiece said, a gruff man spoke from the other side of the line. "Negative. He hasn't arrived yet." she spoke lowly, avoiding suspicion from other workers, mostly the men guarding at the door.

She pulled down her skirt which was hugging her hips and thighs a little too tight, it was almost like wearing a corset. Y/n had no problems in wearing tight jumpsuits, because it was part of her uniform. But the club’s uniform was all too much. Her black leather shorts ended at her mid thigh, white polo secured with only two buttons, the ends of it tied in a knot just below her breasts. And to top it off, a black neck tie. As she walked towards a table, the men he'd her like a prey, ravishing her body with menacing eyes. "When is this fucker going to come? This disguise is a pain in the ass. Literally." Just as she was about to clean a table, the doors of the club opened, revealing two three men in suits. Y/n smirked at the sight of them, presiding on her earpiece, "They've arrived."

Tom and Harrison stood at the door, eyeing the crowd where his next client would be. He motioned for John, one of his men, to guard by the bar. The two walked towards a table, one where a man who was in his late twenties sat, a glass of whisky in his hand. He invited the two to sit at his table, a grin on his face. "It's good to make your acquaintance, Mr. Holland. I'm Edward Jaccoby, we talked over the phone?" Edward Jacobby was a fit man, a little tall and wore the suit well. Although in Tom's opinion, the guy didn't look like the type of person that would build a drug market. "Oh geez. Where are my manners?" Edward called a nearby waitress to their table.

Tom took notice of her as she walks towards them. Her long h/c was tied in a ponytail, a few baby hairs sticking out. Her eyes were a beautiful shade of e/c, and lips plump and pink. She walks very timidly and looked very nervous, unlike the other waitresses, she always pulled down her leather skirt that hugged her figure beautifully. "Ready t-to order sir?" She asked, holding up a notepad and a pen. "I'll have another glass of whisky. What about you two?" the girl's attention moved towards Tom. Her nervous stance made her. Weak. "I'll have a vodka." He mumbled.

 Harrison looked at the cocktail menu before shrugging and handing it back towards Y/n. "I'll just have a beer. Thanks, love." He winked at her before she was off, looking down at the floor to avoid any eye contact. Tom's gaze followed her before she was out of sight.

"Looks like you've found yourself a nice match. Looks like a good fuck ain't she?"

"If I remember correctly, Mr. Jacobby, we are here to talk about important matters. Not my sex life." He snapped. Edward laughed neevously, gulping down his glass of whisky. "As I have said over the phone,We will be exporting our drugs. I trust that willbe taken care of by your men. And I beleive this is the price we've talked about?" He handed the ripped check towards Tom, receiving it with a stern face. The check was written slopily, it somehow irked Tom.

"This is only a quarter of it. I specifically told you to atleast bring half of it."

"H-have you now? I could've s-sworn I heard–"

"Are you implying that I lied to you?" Tom cuts off. His glare hardens even more. Edwards coughs to clear out his throat, getting more nervous every second. The tension between the two was terrifying, well, mostly on Tom's side. "Mr. Holland, I hope we can make an arrange–"

"Oh we can, of course, Mr.Jacobby. But let me tell you. I don't like other people bossing me around. So in this case, I will set the rules, and you WILL abide by it." He spat with venom in his mouth. He lets out a sigh before calming down, but his stoic face still remained. "Now, here's what your going to do. You pay me half, or you die. And if I recall, your family owes us money.”

“300,000 to be exact.” Harrison joins. Just in time, their drinks arrive with the same waitress from before. She sets down the tray on the table, her cleavage showing a little. Tom takes his glass of vodka, trying hard not to look at the waitres and focus on the topic ahead. “Thank you, darling.” Harrison says, taking a shot of his beer. The girl quietly nods and walks back, her eyes making contact with Tom’s before looking away. “So, going back. Since your family owes us, that will also add up to your bill. So all in all, you owe me 700,000.”

“I can pay, Mr.Holland. If you would just give me time-”

“I wait for no one Mr.Jacobby. So it’s either pay, or you die. As the same fate as your mother.” Before Tom could even set his glass down, he felt a cold tip stick to his neck. A hand snakes down his chest, forcefully pinning him down. He kept his composure. He was expecting it, of course. But what caught him in shock was that a girl was holding him back, gun in hand, aiming at his neck. It was even more shocking that the shy waitress was the one holding him hostage. “You better think twice before you mention our mother, Mr.Holland. I wouldn’t want you to die in vain.” she whispered in his ear, which sent chills down his spine. He smirked at this.

“Not so shy now are we?”

“Who said I was? It’s called acting. Trying not to be suspicious, that’s all. I’m surprised you took the bait.” Y/n looked up and saw her brother aiming his gun towards Harrison, covered by his jacket to avoid causing panic in the room. “Mind if we take this outside, gentlemen?” Edward stood from the cushioned seat and took Harrison by the arm. The four walked towards one of the exits, leading to a dark alleyway. Tom tried to find John to see if he was calling for back up, but he was nowhere to be found. “Oh don’t worry about your friend, Mr.Holland. I’ve made sure he’s going to have a wonderful time in the brothel.” Y/n smirked, gun still pressed in his neck. 

Silently, Tom goes for the phone in his pocket, pressing the SOS button without Y/n noticing. She was too busy talking to the man on her earpiece. She was talking in a different language, it was something he couldn’t understand much. “So, Mr.Holland, have you realized why you are in this situation right now?” Edward held Harrison back harshly. The gun he held aimed directly at his head. He noticed that there was a silencer attached to it. 

“I don’t know? Maybe some sort of revenge for my family killing yours?” 

“Actually, there’s more to it than that. You see, revenge is one thing, but we want power.” Y/n whispered the last word into his ear, sending chills once more. “We’re going to do this our way, okay? Wether you like it or not. Because if you don’t, my brother will blow your pretty friend’s face into bits.”

“Darling, you underestimate my friend too much. Are you sure you wanna go there?”

“Don’t call me darling. It’s so sickening to hear that name roll off from your tongue.” She spat, holding the gun to his neck that it almost made him choke. “Now, what we want you to do is transfer all of your properties to our name. Give back our rightful title and leave London into our hands.” For some reason, Tom had laughed. He found it very funny, that a girl, not tall than five foot eight, would threaten him for those kinds of propositions. His family was the leading mob, and they feared them because of that title. Yet, here, a pair of siblings, not older than twenty four, are threatening the most feared mob leader in London.

“You think this is funny?” 

“Incredibly funny. You, my dear have talent. But, I beleive you have a lot more to learn to be in this kind of business.” The sound of cars came from behind them, a light suddenly appearing. Three buff men in suits got down from the car, guns in their hands. “It appears, we have the upper hand now, Miss.” He smirked. Tom had easily slipped from her headlock. Twisting her arm and taking her gun, kicking her legs in the process to kneel. He aimed at her head, her hands up in surrender. 

Harrison had also escaped. He held two guns at Edward’s head, hands also up as a sign of surrender. “I’m impressed. You two have guts. Most specially you, princess. Who would’ve thought I would get hostaged by a girl? Mark that off of your list, Harrison.” The mobster motioned his men to arrest the two. “Kind of sad though, seeing you so vulnerable. That hostage you’ve done to me earlier was kind of a turn on.” Tom lowered down to her level, his lips close to her ear. She could feel his breath tickling her skin, and it went all the way down to her spine. “I wonder how you will be if I brought you to bed.” His voice was so mischievous and so dirty. Y/n felt disgusted and she was not going to have it.

Taking him by shock, she elbowed his stomach, hard, and took the gun from his hands and another from inside her skirt. Edward took this as his chance to take the gun from Harrison. The three buff men, who were also taken by surprise, aimed their guns toward y/n. But before they could even pull the trigger, y/n had shot each and every one of them in the chest. Leaving them bleeding on the wet cemented ground. 

Harrison struggled to get away from Edward’s grasp, both fighting for the gun. Tom groaned on the floor. She hit him hard, and it was enough for him to sit on the floor a few minutes. Y/n had ran off to help her brother. The blonde had disarmed her not too long ago. Leaving her to fight in hand to hand combat. 

Whilst fighting for the gun, Harrison had hit his nape, leaving him unconcious on the ground for who knows how long. Harrison had to admit, the girl was skilled. He wondered if she was self taught or trained. Every blow she sent was powerful, because when she did, her fists would slice through the air. The blonde had caught her fist, instantly locking her dominant hand behind her.

But before he could even knock her unconcious, the girl jumped and landed on his shoulders, chocking him until he was out of breath. He knelt down on the ground, feeling the lack of oxygen ran out of his body. Harrison blinked one or two times, his head was  feeling dizzy. And just when he was about to close his eyes, he felt himself breathing again, and the hands that were once wrapped on his neck was completely gone. 

Tom stood behind Harrison. An arm on his abdomen as he was still wincing in pain. Y/n had laid on the ground limply, she was unconcious at this point. The two looked at each other before looking back at the girl. Her once white polo had become dirty and the knot, undone. Her hair that was once held back by a ponytail was now messy and loose, scattered across her face. “You alright, Haz?” he asked, lending a hand to the blonde. “Fine. Just need to catch my breathe.” 

Harrison and Tom’s eyes lingered on y/n’s body. The two noticed each and every bruise and cut they’ve received from her. Tom stared at her body intently, questions running in his head. Harrison tapped his shoulder when he noticed him staring at her a long while.Tom had been cut from his train of thought. “What should we do about them?” Harrison asked. Tom took a little while to think before he responded, “Leave Mr.Jaccoby behind the trash.”

“And the girl?” Tom had already walked off. He paused midway. “Take her to the manor. Get her files and take them to my office. We’ll be questioning her once she wakes up.”

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