THE HOLLAND BOYS AND HARRISON OSTERFIELD IMAGINES

Blow a kiss , Fire a gun 10

Summary: You’re arranged to married Tom Holland, Londons most feared mobster, but it’s never easy. He doesn’t seem to want you and you don’t want anything to do with him.

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Warnings: Graphic mentions of blood and gore.

“Do you know who this is?” Tom slammed the folder down, flicking the first page open to reveal three similar photos. His father picked up the folder, eyeing the photos. “Jason Mrezt, died Fifteenth of August. He was shot” 

Dom looks up at Tom, a knowing look. “Shot by an opposing Mob which was disappointing, he was one of my best men. Why’d you ask?”

“It’s very rare that we lose one of our members to opposing mobs. He died five days after the murder of Y/M/N Y/L/N” Tom leaned forward.

“I don’t have anything to do with this Thomas, nor do I have anything to do with the murder of your ladies mother. Why would you even think that I was behind any of this?”

“Too much has lead back to you and it wouldn’t surprise me.” Tom lit a smoke, placing it between his teeth and taking a puff before letting it rest between his fingers. “Besides, killing her mum to prove you were serious about the threats? That’s a classic mafia move”

Dom was enraged, seeing red in fact. “Do you not have any respect for me, son?”

“More than you know” He blew out another puff of smoke, sighing as his vision blurred for a second. “I’m just doing my job here, trying to get to the bottom of this murder”

“And you think I had something to do with it? The nerve on you, boy” Dom growled, watching his son lounge on the chair that once belonged to him. “Before I placed that invisible crown on your head you never would’ve pulled something like this”

“Look me dead in the eyes and tell me you had nothing to do with this” He demands.

Tom knew his dad could do exactly that and still have everything to do with the murder but this was his father he was speaking too, there was a broad amount of trust between the two. Dom looked him directly in the eyes, scoffing before muttering an ‘I had nothing to do with it’

That was enough to please Tom, who knocked his cigarette on the side of the ashtray before taking another puff.

Dom watched with Hawkeyes and Tom had to let a sly smile slip his lips, possibly the two most dangerous men in London in one room together. How ironic. “The Y/L/N case is closed, why’re you so interested in it now?”

“It just peaked my interest” Tom replied.

Dom was almost as good at reading people as Tom was, he noticed the way Tom looked down and how his muscles tensed, even the way his fingers gripping the cigarette a little tighter. “How is Y/N anyway? I heard what happened from Batalon”

Tom rolled his eyes, mentally reminding himself to scold Jacob for once again, opening his mouth. “She’s fine”

“Are the two of you getting on?” When Tom didn’t answer, only stare at the papers, Dom spoke up again. “You know I never wanted to force you to marry someone you didn’t want, I wanted you to find love”

He wanted to tell his father to stop, to say that he was finding something-, not love, but something with you. But he didn’t.

“I wanted you to be happy like your mother and I but this girl was in danger and they gave us a good deal. This about it, Tom, every day she’s with you-you’re saving her from something much, much worse than an arranged marriage”