THE HOLLAND BOYS AND HARRISON OSTERFIELD IMAGINES

CALL ME KING 6

written by: @/thewiseandfree

Pairing: Tom Holland x reader (AU) (Mobster!Tom) or (Gangster!Tom) (they are the same thing really)

Word Count: 3730

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.

WARNING: This chapter contains sexual assault. Please be aware before you read that it may be uncomfortable for some people to read.

 

| Chapter 6 |

"Okay bye!" Y/N giggled waving good bye to Kayla and Emma. "Thanks guys!" She smiled as she exited her apartment building. The night was colder than usual, and it made her bare legs shiver as she walked through the cold air. She hated coming back so late, but it was Kayla's birthday so...that lead to drinks, drinks and more drinks.

Y/N sighed, pressing the bottom that called for the elevator and bit her lip waiting for the ding. It always took so fucking long. She let out a breath her hand running through her hair as she pulled down the tight skirt that Liv made her wear—calming she looked 'stunning'.

The elevator opened and Y/N stepped in, adjusting the bag in her hand. She pressed the button for the third floor, her arms wrapping around her waist. The door began to the close before a hand stopped it and caused it to open again. Y/N eyes met Ian's as he stepped in the elevator next to her.

"Hey Y/N." He smiled.

"Uh—" Y/N looked at the door, mentally cursing as it closed. "Hi Ian." She swallowed.

"You are looking really nice." He commented.

"Thanks." Y/N swallowed again.

"Reason why?" He asked.

"What?" Y/N turned toward him, wishing that it would quickly get to their floor. He wreaked of alcohol.

"Why are you dressed so nicely?" He asked.

"Uh—friends, friends birthday." Y/N swallowed, and nodded a little.

"Well," Ian smiled as the elevator still didn't move fast enough. "That skirt is pretty sexy." Y/N swallowed.

"Thanks." She responded, looking away from him.

"Really sexy actually." He moved closer.

"T-thanks." Y/N responded, moving away a little, clutching her bag slightly. "Um—can, can you not be so close—" Her words were caught in her throat as she was shoved into the wall of the elevator. "Ian—"

"Shh baby, just be quiet—" Ian muttered, his hands finding hers and pinned them to the wall. Y/N struggled as her bag dropped to the ground. Shit.

"Let—let me go—" She struggled, her voice quiet as fear struck her.

"It's unfair of you to look that sexy sweetheart," He whispered, one of his hands moving to move down to pull up her tight skirt. "Shouldn't be allowed." He smirked as his lips pressed against her neck.

"Stop it—" She struggled against him.

"Shhh..." He moved, his hand moving up her skirt. A tear ran down Y/N's cheek as she struggled. Fuck she couldn't even go anywhere. She swallowed, allowing his hand to move further in order to distract him. The last thing that she wanted was for him to press stop on the elevator, which he might to if she tried to escape.