THE HOLLAND BOYS AND HARRISON OSTERFIELD IMAGINES

CALL ME KING 3

written by: @/thewiseandfree

Pairing: Tom Holland x reader (AU) (Gangster!Tom)

Word Count: 3118

Summary: Thomas Holland & Y/N Y/L/N couldn't be more different. Of course, they had no knowledge of each other until Y/N takes a job as a waitress and a certain place owned by england's biggest crime boss.

Warnings: Swearing, they also in a strip club so...mentions of sex.

| Chapter 3 |

Y/N swallowed, her feet aching as she reached her door, and tiredly ran her hands through her hair. She tugged down her skirt reaching for her key before a voice behind her startled her.

"Don't you look nice." She heard a voice behind her. Y/N internally groaned, glancing behind her to see her neighbor Ian. He had jet black hair and a creepy smile and Y/N and Liv were both convinced he was a pedofile. Or at least he could be confused for one easily.

"Thanks." Y/N bit her lip, unlocking her door quickly.

"You had a date or something?" Ian asked walking closer. Y/N struggled to open her door. It jammed easily—god damn it. "Something like that." She smiled politely, tugging on her door.

"Would you like to come in for a drink?" Ian got closer.

"No, no I'm—" Y/N swallowed. "I'm fine, I work in the morning—" She jumped when she felt his hand on her wrist. His grip was tight and she knew she would get bruises. Fuck.

"You sure sweetheart—" He started.

"Yeah—" Y/N mumbled, a sigh leaving her lips as she heard the click of the unlocked door. She twisted her arm, quickly getting out of his grip. "It was nice to see you." She muttered, swinging the door opened and closed it behind her— locking it quickly. A sigh left her lips as she turned around in her cold apartment. Had she forgotten to pay the gas bill again? Shit. Y/N sighed, peeling off her heels and left them on the floor as she unzipped her skirt. She walked the short distance to her room swaying a little as she pulled off her clothes. She turned on her shower and grabbed a make-up wipe from the sink.

Thankfully, Tom did what he said he would, and she didn't get in trouble for leaving the situation a couple days ago. Though it lead the people who didn't work that night to clean up the next morning so Y/N and her coworkers got some nasty texts. She wasn't sure if she would actually get paid for the extra work she did but...she guessed time would tell. She finished changing, pulling the rest of her clothes off before she stepped into the warm shower.

Her thoughts lingered to Tom. Tom. It made her shiver, the fact that he owned a strip club. What kind of person owns a strip club? And spent all their time there? The thought of it disgusted Y/N, who had very quickly hated her job. Not only because it was demeaning, and she felt...almost used when she worked there. She felt as if she didn't fit in with the girls there. Which was good, and also bad. No matter what they all decided to do, or their choices for their job—they were also flawless, unbelievably pretty. Y/N felt like nothing when next to them.

There was one good thing about the job. She had quickly learned that a lot of the girls that worked their were in the same position as her. Not only that, some of the girls enjoyed what they did. One of the girls, Fiona said that it felt liberating and made her feel like she was in control. Y/N figured it wasn't...so bad, what they did. Didn't mean she was comfortable with it. She—being herself wasn't comfortable being in that environment and knew that she wouldn't be comfortable doing the same thing. Still, it was nice considering all the girls stuck up for each other. If one wasn't comfortable, they were sure to step in. Unfortunately, Y/N was uncomfortable all the time so it was hard to catch everything that happened.