Partners In Crime - Mobster! Tom Holland x Reader

Partners In Crime - Tom Holland (Chapter 11)

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

Warnings - Swearing, violence

Word count - 4.5k

Easter eggs - Who do you take me for?

"Tom this better work or we are fucked," Harrison muttered from the driver's seat, his hands were wrapped so tight around the steering wheel he was scared it would break between his fingers. His eyes never left the road as he spoke.

"Harrison, this is going to work, we are going to get her back." Tom swallowed, he was holding his gun tightly between his hands. Over the past hours, he had loaded, unloaded and counted the cold brass bullets countless times. Occasionally he would run his fingers over the engravings on the gun, the cold metal barely touching the tips of his fingers. "I swear." His voice was barely louder than a whisper.

"Tom this is different from any other situation. The person in there is not just any person in there. It's Y/N, it's my sister." Haz paused for a second, eyes averting from the road to look at Tom. "Not just that but we are rouge-"

"Haz we are not rouge, we run this fucking mob, we make our own decisions." Tom interrupted him before he could finish. "Then I hope we made the right one." Haz was able to choke out. "We are here." Haz stopped the car in front of an old factory building. It was an old abandoned brick factory, broken glass panes, torn plastic sheets put up in a pathetic attempt to close the gaps, the front door was draped with rusting chains and locks.

"Tom." He reached over and locked the door from the main panel, stopping him from leaving the car, Tom let out a small groan when the door wouldn't open. "Wait." Harrison swallowed.

"Whatever happens in there I want you to swear that you get her out of there." He reached over into the back seat to find his gun. "Tom, I-I can't- I can't lose-" Haz let out a shaky breath before Tom broke him off.

"You won't lose her, none of us will. I swear to you on my life we will find her." Tom dropped the gun in his lap, turning to look at his best mate, his foot nervously tapping against the floor. "A-and Tom? What you did- what you asked her to do? I understand why you had to do it." Tom's phone vibrated in his pocket, he pulled it out to check the incoming message. "The boys are ready, we need to go." Harrison reached over and unlocked the car. "Let's go get her back."

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Tom slid out the barrel from his gun, tipping it back and collecting the six brass bullets in his hand, carefully counting them before sliding them back, carefully listening to the small click from each of them before cocking the gun. Holding the weapon tightly between his hands, pointing it towards the floor.

He took small steps, careful to check around every corner before making his way down the long-abandoned halls. Every now and then his breathing would hitch in his throat, a pit of nerves had settled in his stomach, laying there like a heavy rock, slowing down his movements with every step he took.

A blood-curdling scream cut through the air, a real-life horror movie scream that made every muscle in his body tense and every hair to stand up, next he heard a bang- more of a thump really the sound of something heavy hitting the floor. Not something, someone.

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The room Harrison Osterfield found himself in was something taken straight out of a horror movie. Metal benches in rows upon rows, trash that had been collecting on the floor over the years, sound glass cracking under the soles echoed under the high ceilings as he wandered around the room.

Then he laid eyes on the eeriest object in the room, a chalk white marble bathtub, with shining brass feet. Slowly he made his way over to the tub, nearing it carefully almost like it was alive and out to hurt him. Then he smelled it, the vague metallic scent of blood, dried blood smeared against the sides of the tub, there was a small chain, laying on the ground like a lifeless snake. Haz sunk to his knees, hands fumbling on the ground trying to grasp the necklace.