I Can Only Adore You • Mob!Tom Holland AU

VI

"Y/n!" A small voice surrounded the room. "Are you in here?" A brown haired head peaked through Y/n's bathroom door. Her brown/ green eyes searching for Y/n. Her skin was brown and caramel soft, and smooth like Y/n's. 

Y/n sat applying makeup at her vanity when she noticed a onlooker. "Emilia?" She grinned seeing her best friend standing in the doorway. She stood up and hugged her. "When did you get in?" She asked pulling away from her. 

Emilia was not only Y/n's best friend, but like Harrison to Tom, her right hand woman. Emilia was on a business trip away for Y/n, so she could control what was going on at home. "Last night."

Y/n nodded going back to her makeup. Her hair was already done. They were in kinky curls that set her face off. Her make up was mostly nude to match the elegant dress should would be wearing. Her nails were done in a french manicure. Y/n hadn't even put on her dress yet and she was looking like a 4 course meal. "I'm assuming you aren't coming to the gala." She applied her dark red matte lipstick. 

Flopping down on the bed, Emilia sighed. "I got into a couple fights and I'm worn down, but it doesn't mean I won't help you into your dress." She rolled over on the bed, the bed that Y/n had yet to change after the nightly events with Tom. 

But Y/n wasn't sleeping in her own bed, she often found herself asleep on her comfortable couch in her large living room. She would be curled up in a blanket watching the news. Watching how screwed up the world was and when she got mad she'd turn to something else. She hated the fact that sometimes she realized that she was the bad guy, it made her feel weak. 

"I'd appreciate it if you did so." A small laugh leaving her lips as she walked to the separate part of the room to her gigantic walk in closet. Her dress hung right in the middle. She hated her stylist trying to get her ready in a rush, so she always did it herself, but getting in her dress wasn't very hard. "Careful, it was expensive." 

Emilia grinned taking the dress from her. "Oh I know." She winked at her. "It's beautiful, but I don't think you'll be able to wear anything under it." She raised her brow. 

Y/n smirked shrugging off her robe. She'd been naked in front of her best friend before and they were both girls, so she had no fucks to give. Emilia stood with the dress ready for Y/n to step into. Once she did Emilia pulled it up, letting Y/n slip her arms into the long sleeves. When she was done Y/n was covered in a rose gold elegant dress. It had no straps, only the long sleeves, her back hung out and stopped dangerously low to her uncovered ass. It hugged her curves all the way down, it was tight and barely had any loose room. If a crown was placed on her head she'd look like a queen.

"Wow." Emilia stood back. She took in her best friends form and smiled. "You look good girl." she had gone and got the left over jewelry that Y/n had bought. Emilia fastened the diamond choker around Y/n's neck and gave her the tiny ring that Y/n wore on her pointer finger. "He's gonna bust a nut seeing you like this."

A laugh left Y/n's lips. "What?" She acted confused. She knew exactly who she was referring to. The brown haired boy that made Y/n's heart skip a beat when she saw him. The only person she ever had true feelings for. 

Emilia smirked and finished making adjustments and bent down to help her into her rose gold stilettos. "He's a dangerous game you're playing Y/n, I just don't want to see you get hurt." She stood up and faced her. 

"Mobsters apparently love danger so think of it as me doing what I love, being dangerous." She stated with a smirk. 

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The gala had started fairly early in the evening, but most guest liked to show up fashionably late. The Hollands were always on time to these functions. It was made known that this particular gala was held every year as a way for more people to get into the mob business. But usually It was an easy business meeting.