I Can Only Adore You • Mob!Tom Holland AU

XV

"You already are queen of the mob Y/n." Emilia responded. Her senses were on edge. She felt the surroundings change and found herself uneasy. Still she questioned her boss and best friend. "What do you mean take your rightful place?"

Y/n sighed turning around to face Emilia. "Business still runs through my father, you know this." She rested her hands on the desk, having to catch herself before she passed out. "Shit!" She held her temples. 

Emilia raced to her side, trying to see what was the matter. "Y/n, what's going on." She helped her sit in the chair. "What is-" Emilia was cut short by the sounds of gun shots. Her head shot up to the door. It was closed, but by the rapid sounds of gun shots, she knew it wouldn't stay long. "Y/n, we have to go now!" Emilia grabbed a gun from the stash Y/n had just revealed. 

Y/n screamed as the pain grew. Her head was pounding, almost at a paralyzing rate. The door was blown open and both her and Emilia fell to the ground. Emilia took out the first three to come in. Y/n tried to get herself under control long enough to shoot her way out. She grabbed two guns and started to shoot, but her vision was a blur. Emilia ducked under the table to reload her gun. 

"Y/n I don't know what the fuck is wrong with you, but we need to go! Now!" Emilia pulled Y/n by her shirt. Once they were out of the room they could hear the faint screams more. Emilia stopped, slamming back against the wall as she saw stay bullets almost hit her. She shot without looking, using the groans of pain as her guide and the subtle sound of bodies hitting the floor. "C'mon!" 

Y/n had finally settled down and she could focus. "Jesus Em!" Y/n groaned at the bloody mess on her carpeted floors. "Couldn't have killed them on the wood?" She joked, but Emilia was far from joking. They were still having a shoot out. "Took you long enough." She rolled her eyes and started shooting in the direction of where the bullets were coming from. Y/n joined her, hitting some of the targets Emilia couldn't hit. "Not my fault." Y/n retorted. 

There were more gunshots and more bodies fell onto the floor, but then the shooting stopped. Travis walked over the bodies of the men he shot. "Don't shoot it's me!" He said. He flinched seeing the bullet go past him. Raising a brow at the one who shot at him. "Really, I just saved your lives, you're welcome." He cockily emptied the glock, with a smirk.

Y/n rolled her eyes, walking past him. "Call the men, tell them to clean this shit up!" She demanded. The police had shown up, they were putting crime scene tape up. Her father had the police force under him, so there would be no trouble. "Ma'am, we are working are hardest to find out who did this." The police chief approached her. he was just as scared of her as everyone else. "There's no need, I already know who it was." 

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"Harrison what did you do?" Tom yelled at his best friend over the phone. He was driving fast, trying to stop the inevitable. "What do ya mean mate?" Harrison argued on the other line. "Did you change the hit to Y/n?" Tom was fuming, not knowing how the hit got changed. "Tom have you been smoking something or-"

Tom hung up, pounding his fist into the steering wheel. It honked, but he payed no mind to it. He pulled up to the club, Y/n's club. Seeing that there was already police and crime scene tape. Tom's heart stopped for a second, but it quickly started again as he ran to look at the bodies being pulled from the club. He snuck a glance at the men, but they weren't his men. In fact none of the men coming out in body bags were his men. "Fucking hell." He sighed taking a breath of relief. 

The relief didn't last long as he felt a shooting pain in his shoulder. He yelled out and looked at his left shoulder. The handle of the blade stuck out and Tom reached to pull it out, but the sound of metal scraping against concrete made him look up. If he wasn't about to be murdered he would've been extremely turned on at the sight of Y/n carrying her katana swords dressed like a sexy assassin. "Y/n it wasn't me love." Tom lowered himself to the ground as an act of surrender.