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The Notorious Mafia Leader

Plot- Tom Holland owns the biggest mafia in London but he wants to become stronger and the only way he can do that is by marrying y/n who owns the second biggest mafia but how will he get her to agree?

I start to awaken my bloodshot eyes fluttering open slowly, feeling like they weigh a ton.

"Ugh." I groan as I squint my eyes trying to take in my surrounds, feeling slightly disoriented. The only source of light was coming from the tiny  window on the other side of the room.

"What the fuck!" I exclaimed frantically trying to move but my hands and feet being strapped to a chair prevent me from doing so.

Looking around I could tell I'm in a old warehouse of sorts. Which might I add smells horrific and looks like it's not been attended to for years.

Questions swirl around in my mind like a wild fire. How did I get here? Why am I here? I need to look for a way out but how?

As I'm trying to break free from my restrains I feel a sharp pain shooting up all around my body. Looking down I realise I have dried blood and  cuts littering my fragile body. It seems there wasn't a place on my body that didn't have some sort of wound or bruise.

How long have I been here?

All of a sudden the door flung open nearly flying off it's hinges.

And you won't believe who walks in...Yep you guessed it mother fucking Thomas Stanley Holland. You know the notorious mafia leader.

He strides in radiating confidence. With a boyish smirk displayed on his gorgeous face.

Ugh that man aggravates me with his insanely good looks but he ruins it as soon as he opens his mouth.

"Well well well if it isn't y/n. Lovely to see you again hot stuff." Tom says.

See what I told you. He should just keep his mouth shut maybe then I could tolerate him.

Obnoxiously, rolling my eyes I sit there wanting to be anywhere but here. With him.

Slowly, he walks up to me almost seductively. If we weren't in this warehouse and he didn't push all my buttons maybe I would consider fucking him.

"Got nothing to say now sweetheart." Tom says with a smirk lingering on his pinkish lips.

He crouches down. Grabbing my face harsher than is necessary,  tilting it up so I'm eye level with him. Looking deep into his dark brown eyes whilst his thumb slowly caresses my bottom lip.

"What the fuck do you want Tom?!" I spit at him, frustration dripping off my words.

"Oh darling I think we both know what I want..." Tom growls lowly.

"Oh ye and what's that pretty boy." I say smirking.

"Simple you." Tom says slowly biting his bottom lip while moving his face closer to mine.

I feel his hot breath fanning my lips and can smell his minty breath the closer he got. Just as his eyes flutter shut and he's about to reach my plump lips I turn away. And his slightly chapped lips kiss my cheek.

"Nice try Tommy boy but your charms won't work on me. Now tell me why am I really here?" I say.

Tom's face displays shock but he quickly covers it up with a smirk. "Awe I'm flattered you know me so well love." he says.

"Get to the point Tom I don't have all day." I say rather quickly. Once again rolling my eyes. I seem to do that a lot around him.

"Ooooo glad to see your still feisty. I do have a job you are going to do for me." Tom demands.

"And what makes you think I'm going to help you hm!" I exclaim rudely.

Tom grabs my face again. "Because sweetheart if you don't I'm sure your parents will enjoy a lovely trip 6 feet under. But that depends on your choice I suppose." Tom says once again smirking knowing I will agree to help him.

"Fine fine. I'll help you just don't hurt them." I beg.

"Hm that's what I thought baby." Tom mumbles, lightly stroking my cheek with his thumb.

"What do I have to do?" I question impatiently, just wanting to get it over and done with and get out of here.

"Marry me." Tom says, deadly serious.

"YOU WHAT?WHY?" I shout.

"You own the second biggest mafia and I own the first so it only makes sense to become the strongest we get married. Oh and our parents made an agreement." Tom says calmly.

My mouth hangs open from shock. I'm speechless. Why would my parents arrange a marriage for me and with him!

Tom puts his finger on my chin and shuts my mouth. "I'm guessing from your expression your parents never told you?" Tom says.

"Well no shit. State the obvious Sherlock." I say rolling my eyes again.

"What the fuck. I can't marry you. Get me out of these ropes now." I spat frantically remembering what he said mere moments ago.

Tom mocks fake hurt and puts his hand on his heart. "I'm wounded that you don't want to marry me but sadly you have no choice baby." Tom says.

Tom goes around my chair untying me from the restrains. Once he has I stand up but instantly stumble due to being light headed. Toms arms snake around my waist preventing me from falling.

"Careful there sweetheart. Falling for me already." Tom jokes however I see concern flash across his features. He gently helps me sit back down on the wooden chair.

"Ye like you care you're the reason I'm bloody and beaten." I spit with venom dripping from my words.

"That's where your wrong love. I was the one who saved you. If anything you should be thanking me." Tom says smugly.

"Ha funny then why was I tied up?" I question.

"Well darling by now we both know you are very unpredictable." Tom states.

"Okay then so if it wasn't you who did this to me. Who did?" I ask.

"Simple answer. Our rival gang." He says.

"Why did you save me and how did you know where I was?" I question.

"Believe it or not darling I don't want to see you end up dead in a ditch and your parents called me begging me for help." Tom says.

"There's no way you would do that without anything in return." I roll my eyes.

"That's where your right sweetheart." Tom says.

"Okay so what did you get out of it?" I ask.

Tom slowly starts smirking again. He seems to do that a lot around me.

"You." He says walking out the door.

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