I Can Only Adore You • Mob!Tom Holland AU

XIV

Music blasted through the speakers of the strip club. Women danced in rhythm with the song, sliding up and down on the poles. Sloppy men watched, threw money, and were loud with their whistles. 

Tom couldn't stand going into his own strip club. It was of course clean, but the men that came in were not to his liking, their personality was the reason they couldn't find a woman without beating on her. Half naked women walked around serving drinks, beautiful women at that. "C'mon mate, get over her she wasn't your type anyway." Harrison blew out a breath of smoke. Tom played with the ice in his glass, letting it clink back and forth. They were sitting in one of the private upstairs booths where they could get a better view of the downstairs. "You won't have to sneak around anymore, trying not to get caught with her." Harrison continued on his slight rant. "Finally you could focus on what really matters, the mob." Tom was tuning out mostly everything Haz was saying. 

A blonde came into the room with drinks to refill the mens glasses. "Thanks sweetheart." Harrison winked at her. She blushed and gave him a smile before turning to head back out. "Sweetheart, could you do me a favor?" Harrison called back to her. She turned back and stood patiently awaiting his orders. "Do you do private services?" He asked curiously. She blushed once more, and nodded. "Excellent." He stood up to meet her, ducking down to whisper in her ear, drawing her in more with a slight nibble of her earlobe. The blonde giggled with a 'okay', eyeing Tom from the corner of her eye.

Tom was in his own world, rethinking and reliving what happened with Y/n. He already missed her, the way his thoughts always lead him to her was driving him insane. He had no want to listen to Harrison, no desire to do anything, but sulk. He hadn't even realized that anyone had entered the room, to be honest, not until they were crouching down in front of him, nimble hands reaching for his belt buckle "Whoa what the fuck?!" Tom jumped out of his seat, sending the girl falling back. "Harrison what the bloody fuck you div?!" Tom was helping the girl up, apologizing to her for knocking her back. 

"You needed something to clear your head, so what better way to do that than to get some head." Harrison shrugged. He sighed going to face Tom. "Mate, I know she gave you a good time in bed, but she wasn't good for you, or this business." 

Tom rolled his eyes. He moved to push him aside. "You wanna be such a great right hand man, well then actually get to fucking work and stop wondering if I'm getting laid or not." Tom snapped. He had to fight the urge to not kill Harrison, but even if he was mad at Haz, he wouldn't kill him. He left the club, leaving Harrison as well. 

Tom liked to do things to take things to take things off his mind. The best thing to do for him was to box or go to the shooting range, to work on his aim, but instead he was at her house. Some might say the relationship between Tom and Zendaya was strictly professional, but it hadn't always been like that. 

"You aren't over her Tom," Zendaya sighed putting her glasses on. "I can tell, the way you walked in here, you're thinking abut her." She smirked. "She's running all through your mind right as we speak." 

Tom dragged the cigarette from his lips. "If you know so much, why don't you give me some fucking advice." His jaw clenched. He put the cigarette out in the spot. Zendaya never smoked, but she kept it there for her visitors. 

She sighed softly looking at the ceiling. "May I remind you Holland, that I am doing this without charging." She got up to pour him a drink. The brownish liquid filled the glass quickly. Zendaya went back to hand him the drink. "You're welcome by the way." 

His eyes rolled and he took the drink from her hands. "Just tell me what to do so I can leave." He groaned, man spreading even more. His patients was wearing thin with Z. He just didn't realize how much of a hold Y/n had on him. One that made him ache for her every second of the day. 

"I cannot tell you what you need if you aren't willing to share what you think you need." Zendaya snapped back. She didn't like Tom's attitude, but their attitudes helped them combat with each other, that's how they became friends in the first place. "What did Harrison say about this situation?"

A scoff fell from Tom's lips. "How does Harrison feel?" He shook his head taking another sip of his drink. "Fuck what Harrison thinks." He muttered in a low voice. "You know what fuck everything! Fuck this! Fuck Y/n! For fucks sake fuck this stupid ass mob!" Tom went off, throwing the scotch glass across the room, shattering it into multiple pieces. "I've lost everything! I lost her! All because of this stupid fucking mob business!" He shouted, his hand coming up to push his slick hair back. "Fucking hell." He took a short pause in realization. 

"What? You realize how much you owe me for damages?" Zendaya asked with a hint of annoyance laced in her voice. She watched him rush to get his things. "Where do you think you're going?" She got up and followed him. She had to push her glasses up and wrap her self up in her cardigan after noticing the cold air in the room. "Tom! Where are you going!" She finally caught up with him at the door. 

Tom was out of breath from his rushing. "I ordered a hit."

"On who?"

Tom cursed. "You don't even want to know." 

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"This isn't exactly what I had in mind when you said clubbing Y/n!" Emilia shouted over the music. She rolled her eyes in annoyance once she realized Y/n wasn't paying any attention to what she was saying. "Oh yeah Em, let's go to the club! It'll be fun she said! I won't leave you she said!" Emilia ranted, mostly to herself, but she was still close by Y/n enough for her to hear it. 

Y/n shook her head, rolling her eyes at her best friend. "Watch it Em, I'm not particularly happy today." She lead them to the private room she had. It was her nightclub. Her father always taught her that a mobster always has there alternate place of business, and this was it. Her alternate place. It was of course hidden, guarded by her men, and locked down with only a password she knew. 

Emilia sighed. "When are you ever?" She quipped. Y/n responded with a harsh glare. "Ah ah, you can't be mean to the one person who offered you ice cream." Emilia was quick to change the tone and direction of the situation. Even though they were tighter than super skinny jeans, Y/n was capable and willing to kick Emilia's ass. Emilia understood this, never underestimating how much power her friend had. Didn't mean Emilia was scared of her either, just meant they had respect for each other. 

Nothing was said from Y/n, instead she kept her focus on the plain dark red wall behind the desk.  "It's time Em." Her hand was pressed to the fingerprint scanner. "Time for me my to take my rightful place." The secret wall opened. It displayed everything from guns, explosives, knives, and poisons. "My rightful place as queen of the mob."