Pistols and Petals - TH

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I put on the black and white balenciaga oversized sweatshirt and short shorts that didn't show through the bottom, almost making it look like I wasn't wearing pants.
Oh well.
I walk down the hallway, and reach toms office.
He has a big rule, no one comes in without knocking. Luckily I like testing my boundaries. I walk in the door and three men turn around to see who walked in. Tom looks up at me with a stern face.
"What? Am I interrupting?" I ask raising an eyebrow.
Tom stands up, walking around his desk to me.
"Leave" He says sternly. Loud enough for they men to hear.
"Come back in 20 minuets" he whispers before opening the door.
I roll my eyes and walk out, shutting the door behind me.
Why is he nice one minuet and rude the next?
But more so, why is a fucking mob boss being so nice to me?
And most important, why am I becoming okay with being around the members of the mafia?
I get lost in my thoughts until fingers are snapped in my face.
"Hellooo?" Haz says and my eyes dart up to his.
"Liv you shouldn't be walking around dressed like that" he shakes his head.
"Ahh so ive got a nickname now?" I smirk.
He groans. "I have an interrogation to get to"
"Ooo can I come?" I ask. "We can play good cop bad cop?" I joke.
"I don't think you understand what interrogations are like around here" he laughs, pulling out his knife, and walking off.
I wait twenty minuets and go back to toms office, walking in without knocking again.
"You're not suppose to do that" he says.
"Hmm if only I cared what I was and wasn't suppose to do" I say sitting down.
"You were terrified of me not even 48 hours ago" he says.
"Things change" I shrug. "Thanks for all this stuff" I say pulling at the hoodie.
"I got you pants for a reason darling" he says, putting his files away.
"I've got shorts on" I defend myself.
"Can't dress like a random skank that just waltzed in here cause the men go wild for that" he says.
"Well you seemed to put them in their place earlier" I say referring to his rant at the men outside.
"Listen" He starts. "I need you to call and quit your job"
"What?" I ask.
"Tomorrow's Monday. You need to quit your job"
And it fucking hits me.
"So I'm suppose to drop my whole fucking life because you dip shits messed up and got the wrong girl? Fuck all of this" I say.
"I'm just trying to keep you safe" he says.
"Why the fuck do you care?! You don't know me! In fact you were holding a knife to my throat two days ago" I say.
"Fine" He says, expressionless. "Go ahead, leave"
"W-what?" I ask.
"Leave" He says fiddling with the pen in his hand.
"I will" I say. I stand up and walk to the door, opening it.
"But don't expect anyone to help when you get taken by someone much worse than me" he warns, and I shut the door behind me.
I go to the room, grabbing my phone and keys, the only things I had left, and walk down stairs.
"Where are you going?" Haz asks me, blocking me from leaving the front door.
"Tom said I can leave, Isn't he in charge of you? So you can't stop me?" I say.
"He what?" Haz asks.
"Sorry But you're not in charge of me anymore, I might even miss you" I say and leave the house.
I walk out the front gate which tom had switched to unlock for me.
"Where the fuck am I" I mutter to myself, looking around my surroundings.
This is a fancy ass place.
I call a cab and give him my address.
The drive home wasn't too long, only about 20 minuets. I felt a slight uneasy
I walk into my apartment and lay down on the couch. I take in the familiar smell of my home, my scented plug ins filling the air. I almost feel at peace.
Almost.
But it still lingered in the back of my head.. my dad who I thought was dead was stalking me for weeks.
It's not over with. And I'm not sure if I'm ready for what might happen next.
*harrisons pov*
"Mate What are you thinking?!" I say to Tom.
"She wanted to leave" he shrugs.
"Not only is she in danger, but she knows too much you can't just let her go like that! It could be the downfall of all of this!" I yell at him.
"You think I'm fucking stupid Harrison?" He asks. "I had dean put cameras up around her apartment building and school yesterday. I'm keeping an eye on her.
"Why go through all the trouble of that when you could have just kept her here?" I ask.
"Because she's so fucking annoying" he says.
"Because she's annoying? What is this some kind of grade school shit?"
Tom rolls his eyes at me.
"I want you watching the footage, and go away" he simply says handing me a laptop, and I leave.
I go to my room and open the laptop, watching all the cameras. Currently she's sitting on her couch, watching tv.
Am I seriously just going to sit here for hours watching her watch tv?
When Tom Holland is your boss, yes.
It's going to be a long night.