I Can Only Adore You • Mob!Tom Holland AU

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"You let me know when you have that money James, because I'm honestly not in the fucking mood to call in my clean up crew." Y/n insisted. "Is that understood?"

James nodded at the woman in front of him. She was wearing an all black jumpsuit that made her look like a a powerful queen. She was the queen after all, the queen of the mob. Everyone should be scared of her and when they were it only heightened her power. "Yes ma'am I understand."

She smirked, her lips curling up into a slight smile. "I knew you'd figure it out." She walked back to her desk, ready to sit. "Does that mean to give the money to Travis?" James asked her. Her head snapped to him. "Why would you do that?" She asked, eyes narrowing as she walked back to him. 

James shook a little before he shrugged. "He told me to, said you put him in charge of the money."

"You're dismissed." She waved him off. Once he left she walked straight to where her father had placed Travis in her office building. It had been a few days since he had last hit her, since she couldn't kill him and she couldn't defend herself she had to take the beatings, hiding it from people who didn't know. Hiding it from Tom. "You don't run anything in my business, do you understand me?" She barged into the office where he was in the middle of a meeting. "I am your boss and you do what I tell you, not what my father tells you." She yelled. "Am I understood?" 

Travis was pissed, his jaw clenched and he looked away from her piercing eyes. "Yes ma'am." He mumbled user his breath. 

She continued to look at him, killing him over and over in her head. "I'm glad we could come to an agreement, you are dismissed boys." She waved her hand to the men still in the room, they were her men, under her command. "Oh and Jace, bring James back into my office, if he talks beat him." Y/n's hair flipped back when she turned to look at Travis. 

Travis threw the first punch, but she was quick to dodge it. She came back to knee him in the gut. She winced as he pulled her hair back. Her leg flew up to kick him in the face, effectively giving him a bloody lip. Travis stumbled back and she climbed up his body to push him down to the ground, in an attempt to free himself he swung and connected with her face, but Y/n pulled her knives at the last minute. Travis's neck was facing the blade of her knife. He panted and his jaw clenched. 

Through her panting, Y/n smirked. "I'm not afraid to kill you, I want to kill you, and if you touch me again I will kill you." Her eyes flashed with dominance. She took her knife from his neck. "Enjoy life while you can." The black heels of her stilettos were the only thing that could be heard as she walked out of the room. 

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"I'm really starting to enjoy your sudden pop ins love." Tom chuckled dragging the cigarette from his lips. He was pouring himself a drink when she announced her presence in the room. 

She smirked still looking at the back of him. "Well it's always a pleasure to see you too Holland, I was thinking we could have a couple words." Her words smooth and seductive. "It's business related as always."

Tom turned around finally, seeing the brown haired woman he expected to see. "And what business would that be Zendaya?" He walked over to her to give her a drink. There hands touched slightly, Tom found himself pulling his hand away quicker than he should have. 

 Zendaya saw his flinch and narrowed her eyes. "Wow she must have you on a really tight leash?Flinching away from me like that?" She teased with a small smirk. "I'm kidding." She added when she saw how pissed he was getting. 

"Just because someone doesn't touch you doesn't mean they are with someone." Tom narrowed his eyes and blew another breath of smoke. "Might just mean they aren't interested."

She smirked giving him a more mischievous glance. "When have you not been interested Holland, you forget, we know each other." She handed the glass of whiskey back to him. "Tsk I thought you'd remember I don't drink whiskey."

His jaw clenched, showing off his sharp jaw line. "Let's just get back to what you called 'business related'." He said roughly. 

"Your father hired me to start looking into the accounts." She started. "He wants you to buy out the Y/l/n's Tom."

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Y/n smiled looking down at the brown haired girl next to her. They were watching a Disney movie, The Princess in the Frog. It was Gia's  favorite movie so Y/n had to endure it several times. Although this time Gia wasn't paying attention to the movie at all. "Gia what's wrong this is your favorite part." Y/n said, talking about the part where they're singing about being human. 

Gia just slumped more into the couch. "Mummy said we're moving." The little girl hugged the blanket to her chest. "But I don't wanna move Auntie Y/n! I wanna stay here with you!" Gia started to cry and Y/n instantly took her into her arms.

She held her in her arms. "Gia sweetheart..." She trailed off, unable to find the words. "I'm sure your mummy has a reason." She let out a breath when Gia started to cry more. "I don't wanna leave my friends! I don't wanna go!" Gia screamed.

"I know, I know, I'll talk to her yeah? Do you want me to talk to Mummy?" Y/n asked the crying little girl. Gia had finally calmed down enough to nod. "Okay, I'll talk to her." Y/n promised the girl. 

Gia had soon nodded off into a sleep. She'd cried herself out. Y/n took her to one of her many guest room's, but the one closest to her so she could hear her. She stayed up to clean up their dinner and to enjoy a glass of wine and relax for a moment. She had turned the channel onto a show that she wasn't watching. She scrolled though her social media, seeing all the stiff she'd seen before. She could finally find herself nearing sleep when the doorbell rung. Y/n sighed opening the door for her sister.

Gwendolyn walked in with a small smile on her face. "Thanks for watching over her, I'm sure you were busy doing other things." Her eyes roamed around, even though she'd been in the castle like house before, it still amazed her how her sister could be so organized. "Where is she?" She asked once she saw no sight of Ga.

"She's in the room sleeping." Y/n turned off the t.v. "You want a drink?" She asked holding up the bottle of wine. Gwen shook her head. "I should probably get going, I have a lot to do tomorrow."  

Y/n scoffed, "I'm sure of it."  Her arms had crossed over her chest. 

Gwendolyn narrowed her eyes. "What's that supposed to mean?" Her voice going into defense mode. 

Y/n let out a chuckle. "Huh, okay, I'll just get to the point. Why are you moving?" She asked her plain and simple. Y/n knew her sister's tells better than anyone, she could know if Gwendolyn was lying about the most simplest of things. "Don't lie to me Gwen, your daughter cried her eyes out to me because she said you guys are moving."

"What I do with my life is none of your business." Gwen snapped back. "And how do you know what's good for my daughter or not?" Her words fell out in a rough wave of hostility. "You don't understand the first thing about being a mother, and you never will."

"I understand that a mother doesn't shut their kid off from the world just because they think it's too dangerous! They teach them to fight! Isn't that what mum always told us?!" Y/n asked in anger. 

Gwen bit her tongue. "It's obvious you didn't fight back." She shot back. "This new guy of yours, I don't know who he is, but he hits you. My big and bad sister didn't fight this time did she?" Her words set off something in Y/n. 

Y/n didn't realize until her sister was on the floor that she'd hit her. Not even a slap to the face,  but a full frontal hit with her fist. The shock didn't hit her until Gwen started to get up, holding her jaw. "I didn't mean to hit you, but you don't even know what's going on in my life Gwen."

"I guess that how we both feel then." Gwen moved her jaw around to make sure it wasn't broken. "I'm moving Y/n, I don't know where, but I'm leaving and never turing back." She spit out some blood on the white wooden floor. "So I'm taking my daughter and we're leaving." 

Y/n watched as Gwen took a sleeping Gia in her arms and carried her out. She not only carried her out the house, but carried her out her life.