The Queen and a Pretty Boy

Chapter two

It had been a week since Tom stitched up the famous Y/n Griffin. His head kept coming back to the facts; one, Mike had told her about him instead of doing the work himself, Which he was completely capable of doing by the way! And second, Y/n's men had dropped him off at his apartment complex, so she knew where he lived - which scared him the most.
This Saturday morning Tom had a four hour shift which ended at noon. He walked home in a steady pace when he noticed the black truck that shanghaied him a week ago.
Shit, he thought but ignored it, hopefully so the guys in the truck didn't see that he had seen them. He practically ran inside the building and up the stairs to the third floor and hurried with the lock and slammed the door behind him. He sighed of relief with his back against the door and slowly went to enter the living room.
"Hey Pretty boy" a voice rang and Tom jumped what seemed two feet into the air.
"For fuck...!" He gasped and looked right into the e/c eyes that belonged to the Mobster Queen - that was sitting comfortably in his couch, drinking coffee.
"Jeez, you're jumpy" the girl laughed and got up with slight difficulty.
"You're supposed to rest" Tom said out of routine to whenever a patient at the ER was out of bed, and instantly regretted the way he said it. Do not order the Mobster around, Holland! Ever!
"I know, I know. Sorry dad" she scoffed and crossed her arms. Tom's posture was tense. How the fuck did she get in?!
"Not to be rude, but what are you doing here - and how do you know where I live?!" Tom's voice was slightly raised which he cursed himself for. Y/n just chuckled and leaned back on the couch back.
"I came here to thank you - and I have eyes and ears everywhere" she answered both his questions with ease and calm.
"T-thank me how?" He asked and took a shaky breath.
"Relax pretty boy. Im just here to take you to a Thank you dinner tonight" she said as-a-matter-of-factly like he should've known.
"W-wha..."
"Great! I'll have a car coming for you at 7?" He said more like an order than a question and walked for the door. She swiftly unlocked it and let herself out.
"Oh, and dress presentable" she winked and gave a devilish smile before closing the door.
Shit.

It was nearly 7 and Tom stood in his living room, tapping his foot anxiously. Y/n had said 'dress presentable' so he had chosen a dark grey suit with tie, although he didn't fancy a tie but to hell with it if it pleased the mobster. He looked at his watch that sat tightly around his wrist and headed down to the street. He didn't stand there for long until a black truck pulled up. Tom went for the handle but a man stepped out of the passenger seat and grabbed it before him. The man opened the door, revealing a sight that made Tom loose his breath.
In the backseat sat a well fucking dressed mobster Queen. She wore a loose pale pink dress, strapless but with baggy sleeves - that looked like it was taken directly out of a fairytale. Her hair was braided from her forehead, with a few stray streaks of hair of either side of her head - but the braids stopped at the top of her head with the rest in loose curls that hung beautifully around her shoulders. She met his gaze and grinned widely.
"Take a picture, Holland. It lasts longer. Get in" he slowly got in the seat next to her. Two men sat across from them staring blankly at him. He cleared hid throat and adjusted his tie.
"Loose the tie" Y/n said calmly with a slight smile.
"W-what?" He asked and looked at the mobster confused.
"You clearly look uncomfortable in it, so loose it" she smiled gently at him. Tom slowly started to undo his tie and just looked at it like he didn't know what to do with it.
"Leave it here, if you want to keep it you can take it when you go home"

"What is this place?" Tom asked whilst he looked at the huge victorian mansion in front of him after he had gotten out of the car. He turned around to help Y/n out of the car, one of her men stepped in front of him, making the same gesture but she swatted his hand away and took Toms instead.
"Thank you, this is my best friends place - she's hosting a dinner party - and apparently a date was mandatory" she smiled devilishly at Tom who swallowed a lump.
As they walked in, Y/n waved her goons off and they stayed back.
"This might be a stupid question..." Tom began but shook it off.
"Shoot" Y/n said looking at him with a gentle smile.
Who would have thought that the brutal Mobster Queen could be so... his thoughts was disturbed when Y/n looked impatient and cleared her throat rather loud.
"Oh, uh... But since you're... The Queen so to speak, wouldn't you need protection? Why leave your goons out, I mean..." he started rambling and Y/n shushed him which made him shut up quickly.
"I'm safe here. My friend also have baboons for protections and we share - so to speak- whenever we're at each others place" she shrugged her shoulders as if it was no big deal. She lead him inside and Tom was taken aback of the entrance alone. Big bright walls decorated with paintings and by the end of the hall there was two staircases, one leading upstairs and another going around back of the other and down a bit. Y/n started walking and Tom followed suit, not knowing where to go. When they reached the stairs Y/n grabbed a hold of Toms arm so that they would enter together.

"Emma!" Y/n called and a girl with the finest curves and straight blond hair turned around.
"Y/n! You made it!" Emma walked towards the pair and eyes Toms figure. He felt uneasy and moved a bit with a weird feeling in his stomach.
"Look what you brought" Emma said with a seductive voice and licked her lips gently. Tom swallowed and wanted to run for the door but just scooted closer to Y/n.
"Isn't he pretty? And ALL MINE" she said sternly and eyed Emma with fire in her eyes.
"Right right" Emma sighed. Grab something to drink and let loose" She smiled and wandered off.
"A-all yours...?" Tom asked with a stutter and slight panic.
"Yeah" Y/n said with a smirk and pulled him towards the bar.
After ordering herself and Tom a drink, Y/n sat down on a stool and Tom sat down next to her.
He had to admit, he didn't feel totally bad when Y/n called him hers. He felt better with her than with the blonde even thought Y/n is supposed to me the most dangerous of all.
Tom took a large sip of his drink and winced - strong ass whiskey.

"Tom"
Y/n's smooth voice rang in his ears as he looked up to meet her gaze.
"I have an offer to make you"

Tom cocked his head to the side with a confused look on his face.
"Become my new nurse" she said with a serious look on her face and took a sip of her drink, never breaking eye contact with Tom.
"Why?" He asked with a scoff - which was unintended.
"Because the one I currently have is and idiot and bad at his job" she said with annoyance and took a larger sip of her drink.
"Mike?" He asked and the look on her face said it all.
"W-why do you want me? Couldn't you just find someone more...professional?" He dropped his gaze to the floor, afraid of her lashing out.
"I did tell you I like pretty things" she said calmly and he looked her in the eyes and saw a flicker of emotion that he couldn't put his finger on what was.
"And, frankly - I happen to fancy you and find your work much better and with a tenderness I have never witnessed in all my years witnessing doctors do their thing" she said with a smirk. Tom sat there with a blank expression on his face, thinking the offer through.
"The money's good" she added with a smirk,
"And, you'll get a room in my mansion that is twice as big as your current apartment - anything you'll ever need, you only have to ask" the smirk she wore turned into something more devilish as she got up from her stool, closing in on Tom facing him so he could feel her hot breath on his cheeks.
"And.." She leaned in, close to his ear to whisper;
"My bedroom will be just down the hall" her breath sent shivers down Toms spine and gave him goosebumps. Then a disturbance made the pair pull apart as a man came charging towards them. Y/n pushed Tom out of the way, flung her dress and pulled out a small revolver that was sheathed and hidden under her dress. She aimed the revolver at the man and pulled the trigger twice. The man fell to the floor in an instant with his face showing two bullet holes. One in-between his eyes and another on the cheekbones.
"Shit!" Tom said rather loud and with a hint of fear and panic.
"You said it" Y/n said angrily and looked through the crowd. Emma came running with fear spread across her face.
"My guards are dead in the hall. Everyone needs to leave. Like fucking now!" She roared and people started streaming out through the doors and out to their cars.
"You need to hide" Y/n said and grabbed Emmas lover arm. Tom slowly got on his feet, slightly shaking.
"I know where to go" Emma said and repaid the arm grabbing.
"Good. Don't make yourself known until it's safe"
"Will do" and with that Emma ran away behind a door. Y/n grabbed Toms sleeve and drug him out with her.
"You okay, miss?" One of Y/n's men asked as they reached the car.
"I'm fine. Shot the guy" she said shortly and got into the car with Tom following.

After a few minutes of Tom trying to get his breathing under control, Y/n looked at him with slight concern.
"You alright? I'm sorry you had to witness that"
"I-I...I'm uh... Pull over" Tom ordered, he knew he shouldn't have but he didn't care. Y/n tapped the screen disconnecting her from the driver and he pulled over. Tom swung the door open and hurried to the bush, 6 feet away from the car and bent over, emptying his stomach into the bush.
"Oh God" Y/n whispered and ran to him, stroking his back in comfort.

"I'm sorry I ruined your dress" Tom said with hoarse throat as Y/n walked him up to his apartment complex.
"I'm sorry the evening got ruined" she sighed and looked at the building.
"Did you have time to think about my offer?" She asked calmly folding her hands in front of her.
"Uh... No, to be honest" Tom chuckled.
"I was rather busy pissing my self on the floor of sheer fear" Y/n laughed at that joke and it made Tom blush lightly, cause it wasn't entirely a joke...
"Right" she said with a smile.
"What will you do to Mike if I take it?" He asked with concern in his eyes. Y/n sighed deeply, knowing Tom clearly saw her not so innocent intentions.
"I'll fire him, but I'll promise you, I won't kill him" she winked and added;
"Yet. Unless he gives me a reason to"