Welcome to the Game (Mob!Tom AU) [On Hiatus]

Prologue

"You don't really get to choose who you fall in love with. Love chooses you."

Tom had been called up to his father's office for the first time in what must have been years. He walked to the dark brown, stained wooden doors, the atmosphere suddenly shifting to a darker, almost intimidating one. Tom stood outside his father's office and he slicked back his dark hair, nervousness flooding his body.

He took a deep breath in before opening the the door; he would have to face him at some point.

Dominic Holland was the most fierce and intimidating mob boss in all of London. Some would argue in the world. He ruled over the mob with an iron fist and a silver pistol. Everyone feared him, including his own son.

"Ah, Thomas, come in, come in," Dom said as he motioned for Tom to take a seat in the large leather chair, opposite his desk. "Let's have a chat, shall we?"

Tom gulped, he had never been great at reading his father's expressions or the tone in his voice. His father's face was blank, almost emotionless, but his voice always had a serious weight to it no matter the circumstance.

He sat in the leather chair, taking in his father's scent of alcohol and cigars. It was almost welcoming to him, it reminded him of the first day he had sat in his father's office. "Sir?"

"As you know, I am not as young as I once was. I have been seriously considering retiring from the business. After all of these years of building it up, I have no intention of selling it. So I'm passing it down to you, son." Dom finished, his face still blank, but his eyes studied the young man in front of him.

Even though Tom knew that the day would come where his father would step down as head of the business, he didn't think that it would be just a few years after his dad had introduced him to the mob business in the first place.

The first few years were tough, Tom had to work his way up from the lowest entry position in the mob, to the highest one (right below his father of course).

Tom vividly remembered the first day that he was introduced into the business.

"Tom?"

"Sir?" Tom knew Dom was a man who wanted respect from everyone, and Tom was no different. He always knew that his father was a mob boss, but Tom had never been a part of the business per his mother's request.

Well, not until now.

Tom sat at the polished leather chair in front of the intimidating man, giving all of his attention to his him.

Dom opened one of the drawers of his desk, pulling out a lighter and a cigar. The office already had the faint scent of liquor and smoke, adding to the intimidating nature of the room.

"Son, it's time we had a chat about your role the business..."

From that day forward, Tom was working his way up through the hierarchy of the mob, climbing over bodies, sliding over cash, anything that he could do to get that next promotion.

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Tom was dragged out of his thoughts by his father's deep and serious tone, causing him to jump slightly in his seat from shock.

"What do you have to say, son?" Dom questioned, raising his brows and leaning back in his much larger chair.

"I, uh, I mean, thank you, sir. I won't let you down." Tom stated. The fact that his father believes he is ready follow in his footsteps makes Tom's pride in the business soar and his fear of the mobster slowly dissipates.

"Good. Make me proud." Dom reached out his hand and Tom took it, shaking it firmly. Ever since Tom's mother passed away, Dom hadn't been very affectionate with anyone, and that included his eldest son. People who lose their soulmate are said to also lose all desire to love and Dom was no exception. Feeling her pain and suffering as she died, undoubtedly killed a piece of him as well. Tom would never admit it, but losing his soulmate was his greatest fear, but luckily for him, he hadn't found her yet.