Tom Holland Interracial Imagines

Mobster

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You were pacing around your living room, panicking because you had no idea as to where your husband was. He's been gone for over three days and the texts and calls became redundant. No answer. 

Calling the police wasn't an option, or else he would be sent to jail for all of his crimes. Your panic soon became anger, as he missed your 237th call.

"FUCK" You screamed aloud. You grab your car keys and storm out of the house to try and find your husband. About to get in the car you hear a faint,

"Y/n!"

You quickly turn your head and see your husband running towards your house. You slam the car door and walk over to him.

"Hey, bab-"  

You didn't let him finish his sentence. Instead, you smacked the shit out of him.

"And where were you?" You screamed at him

"I was doing something," He said nonchalantly.

You let out a slight laugh, as you were trying not to murder him.

"What was that something?" You said yelling at him louder

"Don't worry about it," He said a little more annoyed 

"I'm gonna fucking worry about it, Tom, It's been THREE FUCKING DAYS"

"I TOLD YOU DON'T FUCKING WORRY ABOUT" He screamed.

Tears started to brim in your eyes. You couldn't help but charge towards him, and start hitting him everywhere. He put his arms up, blocking your hits but you didn't care. You just wanted him to be more open with you.

"You're a fucking liar, cheater, piece of fucking shit!" You yelled in between tears. Tom grabbed your arms to make you stop hitting him, and you tried your very best to get out of his grasp. He was too strong.

You stopped trying to hit him, and you instantly fall to the ground and break down. Your sobs were heavy and loud, and Tom kneeled down to you and attempted to grab your hands.

"Don't fucking touch me." You muttered

"Baby you know I love you right?" He questioned

"You don't love shit"

"I would NEVER cheat on you, understand that?"

"I don't understand shit"

"Come on y/n, you have to hear me out"

"I don't have to hear out shit"

"Y/n-"

"You're gonna tell me not to 'worry about' something, but evidently, I have to worry if you've been gone for over THREE fucking days without a call or a text?"

"I know and I'm sor-"

"No! I'm not finished." You said.  "Remember when we got married, and we said we would tell each other everything?"

"Yes"

"Well, this is what I mean when I say everything. You leave me out in the dust, and I have no clue what the fuck you're doing. How do I know you're not cheating on me with some whore?"

"I would never do that to you y/n"

"Bullshit"

"You don't think I didn't want to contact you right?"

"I don't know"

"I had some business to take care of y/n that's all" 

"And what was that 'business?" 

"I can't tell you, darling it would only jeopardize our safety. Just believe me that everything that I do, it's for you. I never mean to hurt you ever. Sweetheart, remember you married a mobster. I'm going to be absent from home sometimes, but I'll always be there to protect you."

Still annoyed, you quickly wipe the tears off your face and walk back into the house. He follows right behind you. You quickly walk to your shared room and slam the door.

You lay in the bed, still trying to wipe the never-ending tears off of your face. You hear Tom walk in. He quietly closes the door behind him and takes off his shirt, revealing scars on his chest. You hear him wince when he touched his skin, and you look up to see the scars.

You quickly go into the bathroom and grab the first aid kit. You motion for your husband to sit on the bed and he complied.

You took out the ointment and turned on the lamp next to you. When you started to put it on, he would wince once in a while.

"I'm sorry baby"

When you were finished, you put on a couple of band-aids and you laid back down on the bed.

"We can go to the doctor tomorrow," You said quietly "So that you can be properly taken care of"

Tom plants a soft kiss on your lips.

"For sure y/n. I love you"

"I love you too baby"

~~

When you woke up, it was still pitch black outside. You checked your phone and saw that it was 3:36 AM. You look and see that Tom is not on the other side of the bed.

You slowly get up and walk out of the room to hear Tom yelling on the phone.

"Well then get some fucking protection around my house! I don't need my lady getting hurt!" He yelled

"Everything alright Tommy?" You questioned. His face dropped and his eyes were cold.

"Y/n, get back in the room and lock the door" He ordered 

Your heart stopped for a second and you just stared at him. You didn't want to get him angrier, so you listened to him and didn't talk back. He runs upstairs and gives you a long passionate kiss.

"I love you baby"

"I love you too. Is everything okay?"

"It will be, I promise you that. No matter what though, do NOT leave this room. There's food and beverages in the closet in the back. We might have some visitors"

"Visitors?"

"Don't worry about them, they just wanna give us a hard time. We'll be good by the early morning"

He rests his arms around your waist and pulls you in a tight hug. You put your arms around his neck. You felt his gun in the front pocket. Suddenly, you hear loud gunshots from the outside.

"Shit" Tom muttered.

He quickly pulled out the gun from his pocket and put in the magazine. The gun was jamming and he tried fixing it, but nothing was coming out.

A loud bang echoed throughout the house.

You feel your vision start to become blurry and everything was starting to go black. You touch your stomach and your hands were covered with blood.

"You shot me" Was the last thing you said before dropping on the ground.