THE HOLLAND BOYS AND HARRISON OSTERFIELD IMAGINES

CALL ME KING 19

Written by: @/ thewiseandfree

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

Word Count: 5608

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.

The door opened, or Tom pushed it open forcefully with his foot and the door clattered on the stone floor in front of him.  The house was dark and quiet and Tom stepped in, wetting his lips.

“Check the rooms.” He muttered to his men, looking around the dark, dusty house. Sam and Harry stopped behind him. Tom held his gun tightly in his hand as he took a few steps in the building. His men moved throughout the room, consciously and quietly, heading to check every room.

“You really shouldn’t do this.” Harry muttered as dust settled in the room

“And you really should fucking shut up.” Tom growled, looking around the room for signs of recent movement. The dim light coming from the windows made the dust stand out.

“Alright boss.” One of his men emerged. “It’s empty.” Tom narrowed his eyes, his jaw clenching. 

“It’s what?” Tom growled and tried to let out a calm breath.

“It’s empty Tom.” He replied. “Well besides this man.” A middle aged man was tugged from the hallway and pushed on his knees in front of Tom. Dust cluttered at his knees as he looked up in fear. Tom let out a growl and pointed the gun at his head.

“Where are they.” Tom growled. The man’s face was pale and dusty, like had been hiding out in the house for quite a while.

“W-who?” The man stammered, looking at the man who dressed in an expensive suit, wealth and power practically dripping off of him.

“The women who actually live here.” Tom growled already loosing his patience. 

“I d-don’t know.” The man whispered. “I was just squatting h-here for two w-weeks.”

“And where the fuck are the two women?” Tom hissed.

“There is no o-one here.” The man stuttered. “No one but me.” Tom rolled his neck, his front and bottom teeth gritting against each other. He turned away, his mind running. “Sir—” Tom moved back setting off the gun, the bullet landing just between his eyes. The body of the man fell to the ground, blood pouring from his skull. 

“Take care of him.” Tom muttered passing by his brothers and the rest of the men. Harrison stood at the door, staring at his friend with an unreadable expression.

“If you had anything to do with this, I’ll fucking kill you.” Tom growled shoving past him. He moved in the car, his hand running through his curls. Harrison looked back at his friend a sigh leaving his lips.

“Are we still going for drinks Tom?” One of his men asked he dipped in the car.

“Yeah,” Tom muttered. “I need to blow off some steam.” He breathed. He nodded as the car filled up again and started, heading toward the nearest bar. The group was less than it was before, some of then staying back to clean up as Tom had ordered. 

The road was silent again and Tom was the first one to get up when the car stopped. He moved into the bar, pushing the door open, his strength and power immediately drawing all attention to him