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

Chapter 4: The Confusion

THOMAS POV

I lean back in my seat and sigh. How the fuck did she manage to hide like that? We looked up and around.

I open the door and slowly make my way over. Muscle memory and habit kicking in, I found my

gun in my hand, cocked, and pointed at her.

Thomas:"What do you think you're doing, doc?"

Y/n:"I could ask you the same thing."

Thomas:"I just wanted to talk."

Y/n:"Could've just rang the doorbell?" She smirks.

Thomas:"Do I look like someone who just rings doorbells to you?" I inch closer to her.

Y/n:"Well, then pardon me for reacting this way when a bunch of men come after me with guns."

Thomas:"Fair."

Then it's silent for a moment.

Thomas:"You know, I never miss, doc."

Y/n:"Then take the shot," she looks me in the eyes.

She says that, but the only open shot I have on her was her head, halfway behind Harrison's.

I knew I could do it though, but what the fuck was she asking me to do? Kill her?

Thomas:"I thought we were civil?"

She chuckles.

Y/n:"Yeah, this screams civil."

Thomas:"What did you think was happening?"

Y/n:"I mean, I've heard my actions have been causing you quite the headache. Nothing you couldn't handle, I'm sure, but still a headache."

Thomas:"You're right about that, love."

I slowly lower my gun.

Matt: "Boss, what are you-"

Thomas:"I'm not here to kill you."

Y/n:"What was your plan? Your men to fetch me and I'd willingly follow them to your car? Perhaps we'd go to your headquarters and I'd spill my life story?"

I let a smirk escape and display on my lips.

I keep forgetting how unlike anyone else she is.

Thomas:"So you admit there's something to tell?"

Y/n:"And what's it to you if there is?"

Thomas:"Your ability to give me headaches."

She chuckles and lowers her gun, stepping in front of Harrison, who also just stands there in disbelief.

All of my other men squeeze their hands a bit in anticipation, the sound of the heavy metal jingled through the air at each subtle movement.

It's then I realize she only did all of this just to prove that she could, and I fight back the urge to gulp, because she knew, I knew, I wouldn't harm her.

She now knew that I was in the car when she drove by, which meant she now knew I didn't do a thing.

Y/n:"Is it really my fault that I was able to handle your men? Or that I needed to? You came to my hospital."

She wasn't wrong. We disrespected her at her place of work, demanding something, insulting her... And it wasn't her fault that she was strong- Wait, what!?

Am I defending her? Mentally, but still. What!?

Thomas:"Tell me, you let my men into your house on purpose? You could have kept them out?" I deflect.

She just smiles, answering my question.

Harrison signals me with his eyes, if I wanted him to overtake her. I think for a second, because I'm not sure how she'd react. I didn't need guns blazing.

But she sees me break eye contact with her too long and puts her own fucking gun to her own head.

Y/n:"Ah ah. Don't touch me, Harrison."

Thomas:"What makes you think I'd care if you did it?"

Y/n:"I don't. It's just a lot of work, no? You'd have to clean up. I have Harrison's DNA all over my body, your men's all over my home, surveillance footage... Not to mention, I'm this world's favorite doctor."

She wasn't wrong. If her blood was on my hands, she's technically innocent, and I only kill people who have done us wrong, or wrong in general.

And although I wasn't afraid of anyone, it'd be a pain in my ass to deal with all the anger, the body count, that'd be the product of the crime world's doc dying.

I stare at her and she smiles and I wouldn't doubt she knew what I was thinking about.

I contemplate asking her what she wants out of this.

Y/n:"Come on, Thomas, don't be shy. Just ask me out on a regular date. Isn't that how you get to know someone?" She teases.

At the sound of someone disrespecting me, again, muscle memory and habits, I raise my gun at her.

She lowers hers and licks the inside of her cheek, before slowly making her way towards me.

My men slightly shift, enclosing us in a circle.

She holds eye contact as she positions herself right in front of me, almost resting her forehead against it.

Thomas:"Who are you, doc?"

She doesn't answer.

It's so fucking silent.

Then she drops her gun on the floor and one of my men quickly fetches it, but she still doesn't move.

I search her eyes, trying to figure her out.

Then gunshots start ringing in the air.

We all instinctively duck, take cover, and fire back.

This all took too damn long and we were discovered.

H is out in public.

Y/n is knelt beside me and she quickly checks the shooters and I realize she recognizes them as she exhales and shakes her head.

I stand really quick to take a shot before kneeling back down and she just watches me, conflicting thoughts and emotions showing on her face.

Two of my men were shot, but more of them were. Harrison stands, mimicking my movements earlier, but I watched in slow motion as he takes a hit.

Without even thinking, the doc ran towards him and knelt over him, inspecting his wound.

Harrison:"How convenient," he croaks, smiling.

Y/n:"You're quite the charmer, aren't you?" She says as she rips her sleeve off her top and ties it around Harrison's leg where he was shot.

Shadow:"D-Doc?"

I hear a voice coming from the opening of the alley where the shots originated and kneel up a bit so that I can peer at whoever spoke. He looked shocked, confused even... Then it turned into anger... Betrayal?

Y/n:"Shadow, it's not what-" But he shoots her.