Disobedient, A Tom Holland Mafia Story (MOB!TOM)

Chapter 3: The Chase

Y/N POV

It was another typical day at the hospital. I hadn't seen Thomas or any of his men since that night, in my hospital at least... I'm almost sure that was them I've seen watching me a couple of times, but I just acted like I didn't notice and they seemed to buy it.

I suspected he probably did some intel on me after that night, but I knew he wouldn't find much, except probably my credentials and my current address, which explained this next part-

I shook my head as I closed the garage doors behind me after my car was fully inside, taking note of the two black SUVs parked a little ways down the street.

I was able to change into some athletic clothing, my intention to do some exercise, and I was just about done making my pre-workout shake when I got a notification that someone had entered my property.

I walk over to my mini downstairs office and observe the cameras... Men in suits surrounding my home.

I honestly wasn't sure what to think, but then I recognized someone, Suit Guy #1. The rest of the men were unfamiliar though and I assumed these were Thomas' "regular men," as he described it.

No sign of Thomas himself though. Typical.

I chuckle a little bit and call me cocky, but I decide to just watch them try and find all the entrances to my home as I take a sip of my drink, nodding my head.

I even type a little note and leave it up on the screen, before making my way back into the garage, but instead of climbing back into my Bentley Bentayga, I get in my Bugatti Chiron, the fastest car in the world.

Oh, also, I wasn't in the same garage they saw me enter. The door to this garage was hidden, whether you wanted to enter it from in or outside the house.

You think I didn't have escape plans when I worked with criminals everyday? I had several panic rooms too, but I was up for a little chase.

HARRISON POV

The doc was loaded, her house was bigger and nicer than Tom's or any of the houses he bought me or any of the members, and I knew she was a surgeon who owned a whole hospital, but still. Damn.

Harrison:"Everyone in position?" I touch my earpiece.

They all confirm their locations: men at the front door, side doors, back door, and the balconies.

Thomas:"I'm confident she knows you're there," he says, connected to our frequency, but not present.

Harrison:"I hear her television on."

Thomas:"Don't underestimate her, Harrison."

Harrison:"Yes, boss," I say almost sarcastically, "Move!"

We all simultaneously use our professional tools to pick the locks and all the doors open.

Good thing we didn't decide to try kick them down, all of us struggling to push them open, realizing the center of the doors, and probably the walls, were made of steel, only masked behind layers of wood.

I filled Tom in as we all work our way from the outside-in, prepared with guns drawn. We search all the downstairs rooms and I signal my men to go ahead upstairs as I check what seems to be an office.

There was a wall of computer screens displaying the different camera angles around her home.

Harrison:"This is just in plain sight?"

Thomas:"What is?" I hear in my ear.

Harrison:"An office... It's like a little nook next to her kitchen. You were right. She knew. She has cameras everywhere and-" I pause.