Partners In Crime - Mobster! Tom Holland x Reader

Partners In Crime - Tom Holland (Chapter 10 Pt. 2)

Pairing - Mobster! Tom Holland x Reader (AU) (Mobster! Tom Holland)

Warnings - Swearing, mentions of sex / sexual themes, alcohol, smoking / drugs, slight violence

Word count - 2.4k

Additional notes - Part two of the last chapter, sorry this is bad I have not been able to prioritize writing over school so I might come back later to rewrite it, it depends on what feedback I get

Easter eggs - Duh ;-;

Three days, it had been three days since Y/N had been kidnapped. Tom had spent hours combing through files upon files trying to find something that will lead him to her. His inner devil had been tormenting him for hours at a time, forcing him to see the worst in himself.

Tom had been working for hours, greasy curls sticking to his head, eyes puffy and red due to lack of sleep. There were piles of files stacked higher than mountains on his desk, threatening to fall over any second, old coffee mugs laying spread all over his office, empty cigarette cartons and an ashtray that had been overflowing for days. He was a mess.

Countless times he had seen Y/N sitting around the room, empty laughs ringing in his ears. And countless times he had promised the imaginary girl that he was going to find her. Tom had also promised Harrison that he would find her, and he had made no progress whatsoever on either promise.

After his blow up with Harrison, Tom had returned to his office only to find it empty, no sign of his brothers. Not that he did mind, Tom worked best alone. There had been no sign of Harrison either over the past days.

More than anything he was feeling, Tom misses Y/N. He missed having her there by his side. There was a piece of his heart missing, a hole that grew with every passing second she was not there. And the only thing Tom could do, find her.

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"Are you sure you want to do this?" Harrison looked across the desk, his eyes connecting with his fathers. "Dad I don't think-"

"I don't need to know what you think Haz." Kevin reached over and poured himself a glass of expensive scotch. "I ran this mob way before you son, and because of your and Tom's mistake, the only thing I need is my daughter back."

"We will find her I assure you that," Harrison muttered while looking through an open file that was laying the desk. "And if we don't? What if she is dead huh Harrison?"

"Don't- don't say that." Haz breathed out, the thought of her being dead made him shake to his core. "She is not dead, she can't-"

"But what if she is!" His father yelled, standing up so he could look down on his son. "You have to understand that there is always the possibility. God, I should never have let you take over! I should never have let you get involved with that Holland scum."

"You know he is better than that!" Harrison stood up, slamming his hand on the table. Standing up for his best mate and business partner even though he was furious at him. "I only know that he lost my only daughter!"

"Stop blaming this on him! I was there too!" Haz roared at his father, his voice ringing through the room. "That just means I should have raised you better."

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"Y/N!" Tom was storming through the halls of the Osterfield mansion, anger and adrenaline were coursing through his veins as he made it through the never-ending hallways. "Y/N Charlotte Osterfield where the fuck are you?!" He boomed.

Every instinct in Y/N's body told her to hide, told her to turn away and face Tom when he didn't have the flames of hell burning in his eyes. She was leaning against the door to her office, ear pressed against the cold wood, she could hear him pulling on the door handle trying to pry the locked door open. "Open this door right this second Y/N or I swear to god I will-"