Tom Holland
"Where in the flying FUCK is she?!" I yelled, striking my hand across Francis' face, creating an echo throughout the room. He spluttered and coughed.
"I-If I tell you, they'll kill me!" He cried, sobbing like a child who didn't get their own way. I scoffed at his answer, shaking my head with my hands on my hips before looking back down at him.
"We're going to kill you if you don't. How about this, let's make a deal. You tell us where she is, and we can protect you. Sound fair? I get my girl, you get your protection" I leaned on his chair as I looked at him, the thought to hit him again was strong but there was no reason to- I just wanted to do it.
"What a-about my family??" He questioned with a sniffle. I couldn't help a small laugh escape my lips at his lack of intelligence.
"Francis... I'm fucking Tom Holland. You and you're family will be safe if you-" I grip his chin, forcing him to look up at me. "Tell me where she is" I finish. His eyes dart between my own, gulping in the process before nodding frantically. I flashed him a victory smile, letting go of his face and getting Harry, who was at the back of the room with Sam and Harrison.
"Write down everything he tells you, and don't hesitate to hit the fucker if he doesn't communicate." I demand, walking behind them through the door and jogging up the stairs to the storage room in the house. I smile to my self, muttering a small 'yes' and punched the air.
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"Chuck a left here, Jay.. We don't want them to see us" Harry mumbles to the driver, looking between the two front seats as he speaks. Jay nods, hooking a sharp left before putting the car in park.
"Do you want me to wait here, Boss?" He asked, looking at me through the rear-view mirror. I suck on my bottom lip.
"Go get maybe 10 other guys for me, Jay... I don't know if these guys are a bigger threat or not.." I nod my head, jumping out of the car and thanking him before he sped off. Harrison walked over to me with a cigarette in his hand, which I gratefully took and lit, placing it between my chapped lips.
"Should we wait, or go in?" Haz asked, grabbing his own cigarette, handing one to the twins because they whined. Fucking children..
"Let's finish these, then we'll go in.. I wanna have some fun before the real shit" I laugh lightly, picturing this guys head under my foot as I break his skull. Harrison smirk, having a good puff of his tab.
We finished off our cancer sticks, walking across the road to a dingy warehouse that smelt like dead bodies.
"Fuck me.. Can I wait outside? That's rancid" Harry gagged, blocking his nose with one hand and waving his other around his face. I grab his arm, pulling him along with the rest of us as we looked around the metal building. Looking down the side, a small door is situated, looking less obvious and quiet then the bigger doors at the front. I haul the boys over, opening the door with my gun in front of me as I lead them inside. What the fuck-
The inside reminds me of a casino- minus the machines and gambling.. Marble pillars with gold rims stabilize the ceiling, matching the marble floors with green rugs on top. It's fucking massive, and smells nothing like the putrid smell outside- it smells like musk and vanilla. Couches and chairs are situated around the room, a big TV in a corner hanging off the walls next to the kitchen.
"Glad you came in, Harry?" I questioned, walking around quietly; trying to find a hallway or something.
"Tom!" Harrison whisper-shouted, waving me over to some stairs that go down into a darker part of the house. It was kept under a rug- which Harrison threw aside to get under.
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𝙰𝚛𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 | 𝚃𝚘𝚖 𝙷𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚡 𝙾𝙲 (𝟷𝟾+)
RomanceRuth Rogers just turned 18 years old, thinking she'd have a good day, but realises she won't when her girlfriend breaks up with her and her dad turns out to be a Mobster who is giving her up for someone to marry. Tom Holland is a 23 year old, tryin...
