THE HOLLAND BOYS AND HARRISON OSTERFIELD IMAGINES

CALL ME KING 15

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

Word Count: 4551

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: some…tortureish shit? idk 

 | Chapter 15 |

"Alright." Harry closed the door. "So, Allen says that the County of Lion-you know the bar in east London?" He asked.

"No, be more specific." Tom looked up at his brother.

"The trashiest bar that you've ever been to." He chuckled.

"Do you have any idea how many bars there are in london?" Tom muttered, pulling the cigarette from his lips. "How many trashy bars there are in london?" A hand ran through his hair. "A shit ton." He added.

"Yeah well this one is labeled in the public records under the shittiest piece of all the shit." He smiled. "Anyway, they haven't paid." Harry sat down ahead of the desk.

"When were they supposed to?" Tom asked, letting out a breath of smoke.

"Yesterday." Harry responded. "They seem to think it's not a big deal." Tom licked his lips and nodded a little.

"Yeah well send Leo and uh...Tim?" He asked. "Yeah, Tim." He nodded. "Light beating, nothing serious." Harry nodded. "Though, if they give some mouth tell Leo to improvise." He smirked. Harry nodded and stood up grabbing the file and pushed open the door, nodding to Harrison who walked in.

"What is it now Osterfield." Tom leaned back in his chair as the door closed.

"You decided yet?" Harrison asked. Tom raised his eyebrows and out the cigarette back between his lips. "What you want to do with them?" He asked. Tom let out a breath and leaned against the chair.

"I can't decide." He smirked a little.

"Yeah well," Harrison sat down. "We've had them in that basement for about a week mate." He licked his lips and grabbed the glass bottle of scotch to pour himself a glass. "And that's usually the longest we keep them." Tom nodded and gestured to Harrison to pour him a glass as well..

"Yeah well I don't know what to do." He murmured. Harrison raised his eyebrows. "I mean, how to get them there," Tom chuckled. "Just don't know how much I want them to suffer before they do." He bit his lip. "I want....satisfaction."

"Mate," Harrison let out a breath and leaned back in the chair the glass of brown liquid in his hand. "Nothing you do is gonna give you satisfaction, you learned that from Ian." Tom sighed and put his cigarette to rest on the ashtry to the side of him..

"Yeah, well I still can try." He murmured, his hand accepted the glass of alcohol. He took a drink and leaned back in his chair.

"Hows Y/N?" Harrison asked.

"Good." Tom replied. "She seems good." He added.

"Seems?" Harrison asked.

"Yeah, she's all smiley and shit." Tom chuckled. "She claims it's me, but I think it's Tessa." He smirked. Harrison grinned.

"I know you mate, it's definitely Tessa." He smirked. Tom chuckled and took a drink of his scotch. "She um, say yes to moving in?"

"Yeah well," Tom leaned forward. "I told her she could move out, but she wasn't gonna be moving into a piece of shit like she was living in before."