The Queen and a Pretty Boy

Chapter One

When people heard the name Y/n Griffin they would freeze with fear.
Y/n Griffin, the hardest Mobster Queen in UK. She owned everyone and everything and the worst part is - she wasn't even from The United Kingdom. She was born in the cruelest mobster family in Los Angeles, California but decided to move to London for 'expansion'.
Although everyone knew her name, no one knew how she looked like or who her minions were. What people knew; cross her - and you disappear to never be heard from again.
Tom Holland knew this and also knew that it would be risky to walk alone at night and had told his younger brothers to always walk in pairs - never alone.
So why- WHY would he be walking alone down the street after finishing a shift at the emergency room? His friend and colleague wasn't at work and they had the deal of waiting for the other to finish a shift and walk each other home and take turns at staying over. But this Friday night - or early Saturday morning - he had the unfortunate luck of walking alone to his flat and it couldn't go fast enough.
The early morning wind brushed against the young mans face as he sped along the sidewalk hurrying to his flat as someone screamed out from an alley to his right as well as shuffling was heard. The young man whipped his head in the direction but saw nothing. He decided to continue with a rapidly beating heart.

Saturday morning, just before noon, Tom woke up to his phone buzzing on his nightstand. It was his colleague Mike who was calling, and who had apparently been calling several times.
"What?" Tom asked with hoarse and croaked voice.
"I need a favour" Mikes voice sounded in the other end of the phone. Tom sat up in his bed and pulled his legs up, knees close to his chest.
"What kind of favour" Tom kneaded the bridge of his nose with his index finger and thumb after he squinted his eyes shut.
"I- I can't tell you over the phone. Just trust me and come to the abandoned warehouse down by the docs"
What the fuck... Tom thought. Abandoned warehouse. Thousands of alarms going off!!
"Fine" he said with a sigh,
"But you owe me, like, big fucking time"
"You got it!" Mike answered and hung up.

Half an hour later, Tom showed up at the warehouse and climbed through the crooked, barely standing fence gate. He stood by the gate for a minute thinking this through. Not good, was all he concluded. Whilst still in his own thoughts Mike showed up on the other side of the gate.
"Hey, mate" this made Tom jump but sighs in relief. He stepped out to the side where Mike was standing and lifted his hands questioning in the air.
"What the fuck, dude?" Tom asks with a frown on his face. Mike just stood there, with a anxious grimace. As soon as Tom got closer to Mike, Mikes face changed to horror.
"I'm so sorry man" he said and as on cue, a huge black truck came rushing in and six men jumped out and grabbed Toms arms, pulling a hood over his head. Tom tried to struggle against the six men holding him but it was to no use. His hands were bound and he was tossed into the car. He felt the car drive away with a sharp turn.

Roughly 20 minutes later, Tom felt the car coming to a halt. He heard the car doors open and then he was grabbed by the arms. The guys that were carrying him was holding him so high that his feet wasn't even near the ground. Hearing the men carrying him up a few stairs, through some doors and then another set of stairs, he was finally put down. Unfortunately is wasn't gently so he fell to his knees with a grunt.
"Careful you assholes!" A woman's voice rang through the room. Then the hood from Toms head was removed and he squinted his eyes together to get used to the light coming from the ceiling.
"So, this is the colleague you referred to?" The woman's voice sounded again, but somewhat weak and tired. Toms eyes got used to the light and started looking around the room. His eyes landed on the guy that had gotten him into this position in the first place; Mike.
"Y-yes miss. He's the best I know" Mike stuttered and looked apologetic at Tom. Tom shot him a face that showed he wasn't pleased. Then Toms eyes darted further and landed on a woman - nay, girl in a chair that looked like the ones that you lay on on the beach.
"You know who I am?" She asked with a wince. Tom shook his head no but somewhere deep down he had a feeling.
"My name..." she sat up with pain written all over her face. As she sat up fully, taking a few breaths, her h/c long hair fell over her shoulders and Toms face fell to her chest and further to the problem - her stomach. Blood stained her white shirt and light blue jeans. Her one hand clutched the wound and was red from the blood pooling out.
"... Is Y/n Griffin" she said with a proud smile but winced in pain.
"Mikey here tells me that you're one of the best guys in your department in the emergency room" she stated and Tom gulped, unintentionally visibly. One of the guys that had carried him in smacked him in the back of the head.
"You were asked a fucking ques-...!" He roared but was cut off. Tom looked over his shoulder to see the guy on the floor with a knife in his shoulder.
Then he looked for the one who had thrown the knife and he met Y/n's tired eyes, arm slowly falling from the throwing position it had just been in.
"Jeez, good baboons are just not easy to find these days..." she sighed and slowly looked Tom in the eyes.
"Don't make me ask again"
Tom nodded furiously and started breathing heavily.
"Good" Y/n sighed and leaned back in the chair.
"Don't just stand there! Untie him and bring him the fuck up!" She roared so loud that even Tom jumped from his spot on the floor. Two other guys untied him, helped him up whilst one other dragged the guy that was on the floor out of the room.
"And bring him downstairs... I'll see him later"

Tom was brought up next to Y/n who had Mike on her left. He looked at the ground in stead of facing his friend who now was facing the most dangerous girl in UK and LA.
"Leave us" Y/n ordered and the men started to walk out of the room.
"You too, Mike" she spat and Mike jumped but hurried out.
As soon as the room was empty, Y/n groaned in pain and cursed.
"Fuck... What's... What's your name?" She asked weakly. Tom looked at the girl with a questioning look on his face. "Mike didn't mention your name... So what is it?!" She yelled with a wince. "T-Tom" Tom answered, shaking in his position. Y/n nodded and pointed to the table next to her. It was filled with suturing tools.

"I need you to stitch me up, Tom. Mike tells me that you're the best and rarely leaves scars" Tom whipped his head in her direction after studying the table with tools. His breathing got heavier and he swallowed a lump in his throat.
"I-I..." he stuttered and felt his eyes starting to water from sheer panic. Then he felt something on his left hand, he looked down and saw the mobster queens hand on his.
"I won't hurt you - You have my word. My baboons out there has been instructed so. I just need to be stitched up and then you'll be on your way" she said with calm in her voice and drooping eyes.
Tom took a deep shaky breath and wiped his eyes. He grabbed the table and pulled it closer to him and grabbed the gloves. When he had pulled on the gloves he got the needle ready and grabbed the cleansing alcohol and looked at the girl before him.
"This w-will hurt" he said and she just nodded her head. He started pouring the alcohol over her wound and she screamed out in pain but remained still in the chair.
"Fuck!" She let out in a sigh when Tom stopped pouring.

After a good ten minutes of stitching the mobster queens stomach together, Tom was at the last stitch.
"What's on your mind, Pretty boy?" The mobster asked as she had seen the young mans frown upon his brows as he stitched her up.
"I don't want to be rude or intrude in your... business" he decided to choose his words carefully, cause you know... Mobster Queen. She could kill him just like that if he said the wrong words. Y/n just chuckled at his choice of words.
"You want to know how I got injured?"
Toms gaze slowly and carefully met Y/n's e/c eyes. A small smile was spread across her lips as Tom slowly nodded.
"I wasn't careful enough to put it lightly" she scoffed at her own words and shook her head as she looked back at the incident that caused her current situation.
"W-why..." Tom whispered, instantly regretting that his voice failed.
"What was that? Im not fond of people who mumbles" she said with a smirk.
Tom cleared his throat and tried again,
"Why me?" He asked. Y/n sighed and put on a sarcastic thoughtful face.
"Because I think you're pretty and I like pretty things" she laughed but then shook her head.
"Mike said he knew a better nurse than him if I didn't want too bad scarring" she shrug her shoulders and kept Toms gaze. He swallowed another lump.
"Then I hope this is as promised" he laughed shakily, hoping to God that it was as good as apparently promised. Y/n looked down and smiled.
"We'll see, won't we?"

Tom cleaned the table and himself as best he could, but he had gotten blood on his t-shirt and sighed a little too loud.
"I have a t-shirt you can have. As replacement for that one" Y/n pointed toward him and then whistled which startled Tom a bit and made him jump. Y/n chuckled lightly and looked towards the door as a huge ass man entered the room.
"Get Tom here a new shirt and discard of this one, and then take him home"
"Yes, miss" the man said nodding slightly and walking out of the room.
"You're actually letting me go home?" Tom asked with clear disbelief and received a huge frown from Y/n.
"Of course. I keep my promises. But it's our little secret. Tell anyone and you're dead" she said with a serious tone in her voice and Tom nodded and gulped.
"Hah! Just messin' with ya!" Y/n's face grew into a huge grin as she wavered at Tom's frightened face.
"But seriously, don't tell anyone"