I've Got Your Six - Mob!TomxReader

Chapter 16 - I Can't Lose Him.

That was a gunshot, Y/N thought, maybe more than one. And it sounded nearby. She tried to swallow the bile that was rising in her throat as her gaze turned back to Dante, who seemed equally as startled by the interruption. This was the first time Y/N had ever seen anything other than evil on his face, and it came just as much as a shock to her as it did to him - watching him quickly compose himself.

"You've raised an alarm somehow, haven't you? Are you wearing a fucking wire?" He accused, something sinister flashing across his eyes, and Y/N frantically shook her head, holding up her hands. "I haven't done anything, I swear. I don't have anything. I don't know what that was." As much as she hated the devil stood in front of her, right now was the moment where she had to level with him and get him to trust her. Her life, Tom's, and maybe even the others depended on it.

Milani took a brief scan of her, eyes squinting slightly. Shit. He didn't trust her. "Stupid bitch!" He roared, and in a flash he'd unholstered his gun and swung to pistol-whip her. It was as if Y/N was having an out of body experience, as she watched her arm swing back, grabbing the Godslayer blade from her hip and swinging it out towards him, successfully catching his wrist - causing him to drop the gun.

"Fuck! Fucking shit! Why would you-" He yelped, before spinning halfway to the door. There was a rush of footsteps and shouting, and Milani knew his time was up as he took a brief look outside, turning to face her before saying "Until next time, little lioness." with a wink, and fleeing down the hallway as Sam and Harry burst through the door a few seconds later.

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It was Harrison that had flanked down the right hallway with a small group of men, whilst he'd directed the twins left. And it was there that they made their way to the end of the hallway and into the small storage room. Harrison could smell the thick scent of blood in the air. It seemed he'd stepped in some too, lifting up his boot so that he could hear the drip onto the tiled floor.

There was a strangled groan followed by a sharp breath in the darkness of the room, and Harrison raised his hand for the team to raise their weapons, slowly stalking forward until his foot hit something. Looking down, and pulling out his phone to use his torch, he found Jacob - although, he guessed it wasn't really Jacob anymore; as Harrison could see the clear bullet wound directly through his forehead.

He lay slumped against a stack of shelves, eyes wide, face stained with tears and hand still lightly gripping his gun by his thigh, and as Harrison moved the torch down, he saw a hole in Jacob's shirt too, though the once white shirt was now drenched in his own blood. Jacob wasn't supposed to be coming tonight, he'd apparently been caught up in other plans and couldn't make it - yet here he was, dressed in a suit, dead in a store room. He'd been shot twice. But by who? And where had that person gone?

Harrison turned to one of the men behind him, whispering to get the 'other' team in here to take care of it, before raising his hand to slowly move forward. A box fell from the other side of the room, and Harrison's heart almost leapt out of his throat. "Hello?" He raised his voice, trying not to sound creeped out.

"Fuck, Haz." A raspy, pained voice came from the other side of the room, and it was then that Harrison flew forwards and round the side of the last set of shelves, throwing himself to the ground beside his best friend - who's light grey t-shirt was now sopping wet with crimson red, his gun clattering to the floor now he knew he was safe.

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It had taken Sam and Harry a good 10 minutes to coax Y/N out of the bathroom (insisting it was safe multiple times, though they had no idea what had happened) and down the stairs, where Nikki and Paddy were waiting outside the building for them. Nikki threw herself at the small girl, wrapping her arms around her. "Oh god, I expected the worst. We heard gunshots, what happened?"