written by: @/thewiseandfree
Pairing: Tom Holland x reader (AU) (Mobster!Tom) or (Gangster!Tom) (they are the same thing really)
Word Count: 4895
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 and abuse.
| Chapter 4 |
A thin folder dropped on Tom's desk and he looked up, his eyes connecting to Harrions. He glanced down at the tan file, leaning forward.
"What's this?" He asked.
"Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N." Harrison responded. Tom paused, looking down at the file.
"Took you fucking long enough." Tom muttered pulling the folder closer to him.
"Mate, are you sure about this—"
"I look into people all the time Harrison." He muttered, opening the file.
"Yeah for people we are in business with not for girls that you like—"
"I don't fucking like her Harrison." Tom muttered, glaring up at his friend. Harrison let out a breath and sat down in front of the desk.
"Then why did I just have Ben dig and find everything he possibly could about her?" Harrison asked.
"It's a normal thing we do Harrison." Tom muttered.
"Yeah for people who owe you money." Harrison looked at him. "Why did you do it for her—"
"She's an employee Harrison—" Tom started.
"Bullshit—will you just admit it?" He asked. "Admit that you are fucking interested—"
"I'm about three seconds away from punching you Osterfield, watch your mouth." Tom growled. Harrison leaned back in his chair.
"How about you tell me why you are doing this." He muttered.
"I told you to watch your mouth, I don't have to tell you shit." Tom growled. Harrison paused as Tom glared down at the paper. He took a few deep breaths before he leaned back in his chair, his eyes connecting to Harrison's.
"She had some bruises on her wrist." He said quietly. Harrison's eyebrows raised a little.
"And...since...since when is that your priority?" He asked. Tom paused, letting out a breath.
"Just drop it Osterfield." He looked at him. Harrison let out a breath, and stood up.
"You are a fucking idiot." He muttered walking out of the room and slammed the door behind him. Tom let out a breath, his jaw clenching before he looked down at the sheet. Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N, 24 years of age. Tom sighed, his eyes moving down the page before he paused at a particular sentence. Orphan at the age of six. Parent's Y/M/N Y/L/N and Y/F/N Y/L/N died in a vehicle collision on April 4rth, 2000. Tom let out a breath, moving to the next chapter. Graduated from the University of London in the fall of 2017. In School debt: Over 60,000. His eyes moved along the other information. Address, other jobs, friends. Shit. He thought, knowing that where she lived wasn't a great neighborhood. Tom leaned back, sinking into more information about the girl who ruined his shirt, and consumed his feelings.
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"Alright Tom, which one should I take." Daniel leaned back in his chair scanning the room.
"If you are asking me which ones is cheapest I don't fucking know." Tom muttered. "You know that all that shit is under the table."
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