"Why is she here, Tom?" My mother asked quietly.
My father walked up behind her and crossed his arms. By his stance, I knew he was asking the same question, he looked at me with a very cold look. I sighed,
"I had to take her mafia, she was becoming too powerful. I needed to be top dog, so I went to her place a few days ago and threatened her parents lives. She put up quite the fight but eventually after knocking her mom unconscious with a head injury and her weak father passing out over it, she gave up." I said as I trailed my hand across Y/N's back to then grab onto her hip, Y/N gave me a look and her nose scrunched up.
"Why here?" My mother asked her eyes still watery.
"I couldn't let her go!" I snapped, "Do you have any idea how fast she would've made a new mafia!?" I shouted. My mother placed her hand on her mouth and looked at me wide eyed.
"So, I made her my prisoner" I said letting go of Y/N's waist.
My mother looked at me with almost dry tears. My father looked Y/N over, Y/N went rigid beside me.
"She doesn't look uncomfortable or like a prisoner." he said firmly, glaring at me.
"Well, I had to make her look nice." I said smirking.
"Y/N does look lovely in that dress." my mother said smiling at her, her cheeks still red.
"Why thank you Ms.Holland." Y/N said smiling.
"Darling, call me Nikki." my mother said smiling,
"Ok, Nikki." Y/N said happily.
"Come, lets go and eat." I said wrapping my arm around Y/N's hip and pulling her in real close, Y/N placed her hands on my chest and tried to wiggle out of my grip.
"Tom, let go." Y/N said firmly. I furrowed my eyebrows, stared at her with a soul shattering gaze, Y/N shut right down and placed her forehead onto my sleeve in pure defeat. I looked down at her and stopped, I grabbed her chin and lifted it up.
"Don't pout, you will get wrinkles." I warned, I pulled her in for a kiss and she pushed me away. I grabbed her arm and pulled her back.
"Tom! Stop it!" She yelled, clawing at my bicep. I growled and gave her a slap on the cheek, as gently as I could with my father watching. She gasped and held her cheek, I wrapped my arms around her and held her against my chest.
"That's enough." I growled and she nodded, I could feel her tremble against me. I let her go back to her position beside me, my hand held her hip in a tight grip. She looked at me.
"Tom.. that's hurts.." she whispered in my ear, I loosened my grip gently.
My mother ran up and grabbed my hand which was wrapped around Y/N's waist,
"Come, darling." my mother said grabbing Y/N's hand. "Walk with me." my mother said staring at me with a cold gaze as she pulled Y/N behind her, my father walked up beside me.
"A wild one, son?" He asked with a raised eyebrow,
"No." I said firmly as I groaned in pure spite of his assumption.
Sorry it was so short. Love ya quaksons
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~The Love/ Hate Mobster~ { Tom Holland, Y/N}{Mafia/Mob}
FanfictionY/N Y/L/N was a well known mobster in London, UK. She was following in her father's footsteps until someone was brave enough to threaten her parents lives. This someone was also following in his father's footsteps but lost the well known fame his da...
