𝐓𝐨𝐦 𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬

Stuttering

"This is stupid" I sighed, my head resting on my hand as i watched the trees role past.

The city of London turning into greenery of the countryside, there was less and less cars, houses became less frequent as more sheep and cows showed up in the fields.

"It's business" My father answered, his hands gripping the wheel with such concentration.

"It's business" I mimcied, moving my hand in a talking motition "What bullshit."

"ooooohhhhh" My best friend, Corbin, peaked his head in fron the back "You gon' take that, Boss?"

Corbin was the same age as me, 24, but yet we both acted like children. "Both of you shut up before i pull this car over" My father scolded, not even glancing in out direction.

I looked over to Corbin, silently mimcing my father which made him laugh. My father turned around, pushing Corbin's head back, making him fall into his seat.

My father ladies and gentlmen, the big tough mafia boss. We are currently on our way to the Holland mob, trying to cut a deal with them or something, i don't really care for all this mafia shit.

We eventully pulled into the huge victioran house, scratch house, mansion. The gaurds at the gate allowed us in with just a glance my fathers direction.

I glance back to Corbin, mouthing "Fancy."

He nodded, raising his brows as his eyes widened. We pulled up to the front door, I jumped out the car, Corbin and my father following behind me.

"You think they ride horses and drink tea in their garden with those white outdoor tables?" I said to Corbin, looking up at the walls which looked bigger than the London tower.

"Maybe they hunt fox's with dogs" Corbin replied, his hands tucked into his pockets.

"Monsters" I shivered, following my father inside.

"Bet it's like some old guy who touches little girls and shit" Corbin mumbled, walking right behind me.

"20 bucks it's an old which lady who has hundreds of dogs and running this mob is like her deep dark secret" I said back to him, he caught the back of my heel, making me stumbled forward. "Watch it, Asshole!"

"It was an accident!" He argued.

"Bullshit" I rolled my eyes. He pushed the back of my head.

I turned around, trying to smack him in the balls but he jumped away. "Stop acting like children" My father groaned.

"Yes, drill Sargent" I saluted, laughing. Corbin grabbed my neck in his arms, ruffling my hair before pushing me away.

My hair was everywhere, covering my face that I couldn't see anything.

"Nice to finally meet you, Mr Holland" I heard my father say.

"Please, Mr Holland is my father, call me Tom" I heard an unfamiliar voice reply "My father is running slightly late but I'll show you to the conformance room."

I pulled my hair away from my face, blowing it back. I looked at the person, holy fuck, double holy fuck. He was so hot, with his brown eyes and curly hair and that jawline, oh fuck that jawline, and his little smile and—

He caught me staring. Tom's face dropped, his eyes softening on me. My father followed his eye sight to me "oh this is my daughter, Y/N."

"Hi" I stepped forward, reaching my hand out for him to shake.

He just stared at me until his friend behind him nudged his back, he took my hand, his grip tight as he shook it. "H— Hi" He stuttered "I'm— I'm Tom."