The Queen and a Pretty Boy

Chapter three

Warning: slight smut

It had been two days since the incident at Emma's dinner party and Tom still hadn't called Y/n about the offer she had made. He really wanted to, but also didn't want to get involved with her at the same time. But then again, he kinda already was involved... Fuck it, he thought and picked up the piece of paper that Y/n had written her number down on from the coffee table.
"Who are you and how did you get this number?" Y/n answered the phone with annoyance and threat.
"Uh, uhm, it's uh... It's Tom" Tom stuttered into the phone.
"Oh, Hi! I take it you thought about the offer?" Tom could basically see the smile spread across the mobsters face.
"I have... I'll take it"
"Fantastic, start packing your things, I'll have a car coming for you and a moving truck for the furniture you'd like to bring"
"Oh, uh... Th-thank you" he said and hung up. He started looking around his apartment, spinning around once and started packing.

About an hour later, a big ass wagon turned up to gather his furniture and a small silver Audi. Tom walked to the Audi after putting his suitcases in the wagon. He opened the door and gasped and then smiled. In the drivers seat sat Y/n with her hair in a tight ponytail and a huge grin on her face.
"I thought if would be one of your guys that came to pick me up" he said with a stupidly wide grin.
"Nah, I'd rather have the pleasure of doing that myself" she returned the smile and drove off.
The drive was in comfortable silence. Who would have thought that you could have COMFORTABLE silence with Mobster Queen Y/n Griffin?
"What's on your mind, pretty boy?" Y/n asked but kept her eyes on the road.
"Oh! Uh... Nothing" he mumbled.
"What did I tell you about the mumbling?" She said sternly and took a turn into the forest to their right.
"Nothing" Tom said again, louder, clearing his throat. She really was dangerous. She could go to comfortable to threatening in a split second. But then why did he feel this way with her... Safe... Intrigued and curious...

Suddenly, Y/n pulled over and stopped the car, pulled a small knife from her boot and pressed it against Toms throat. He put his hands in the air and gasped.
"Listen, pretty boy. Even though you are pretty I don't fancy when people are lying to me, especially not the ones who are working for me. And now since you're working for me I suggest you stop lying" Y/n looked into Toms eyes with a threatening tone and he gasped again and gulped.
"Okay...Okay! I was just thinking, that it's weird how I feel with you... Around you. You're the most dangerous girl in UK and LA and I'm curious and intrigued as fuck even though I shouldn't!" Tom rambled but then he felt the knife removing from his throat. He looked at the mobster who's lips slowly curled into a smile.
"Aw, Pretty boy likes me" she laughed, put the knife back in her boot and started the car.

After another couple of minutes of driving through the woodland Tom noticed a house in the distance. It looked small, but the closer they got the bigger the house got. It wasn't just a house, it was a palace.
"Wow..." Tom breathed and Y/n smiled
"I know" she chuckled and drove up to the gate leading to the driveway to the house. The gate registered the car and opened for Y/n to continue to drive along the driveway and park in front of the front doors.
"Take it to the garage" Y/n said and threw the keys to one of the men at the staircase leading up to the front doors, as she got out of the car. Tom followed, still amazed by the huge mansion in front of him.
Tom had been staring at the mansion for what felt like eternity when Y/n cleared her throat. Tom looked at her at was met with a huge grin as she waved him up the stairs.
"You coming?"

"This place is huge!" Tom exclaimed when he entered through the front doors and into the lobby.
"It is - 8 bedrooms, 6 bathrooms, 2 dining rooms, a spa department and training room" Y/n said as if it was nothing and walked through the lobby and went for the stairs to the left.
"Come on, I'll show your room" she gestured for Tom to follow and he hurried after her up the stairs.
They walked together up to the second floor and turned right. There were three doors one on each side of the hall and one at the end.
"Yours is here" Y/n gestured to the door on the left and opened the door. Toms jaw fell to the floor when Y/n pushed the door open. Inside was a kingsize bed in dark colours with matching nightstands, walls white and grey with the most colourful abstract paintings hanging on the walls. On the opposite side of the bed was a huge closet with a long cupboard next to it. And in front of the door, next to the bed, a huge wall-window showing the greatest view of a huge ass garden with a huge ass pool to match.
"Holy motherfucking cow!" Tom cursed and walked straight to the window to enjoy the view. He heard Y/n chuckle behind him but he didn't care.
"The bathroom is across the hall" the girl said and walked up next to Tom who still enjoyed the view.
"Uh-huh" he just answered, careless with a slight smile.
"Now, if you'll excuse me.." Y/n turned around and walked out of the room. It took Tom a second to wake up from his daze.
"Where are you going?" He asked, silently cursing himself for asking a mobster where she's going.
"I'm going to do some business and then I'm headed for the pool..." she smiled devilishly and went to close the door but stopped and turned around.
"You're welcome to join me in the pool if you want" she smirked and turned away to close the door when Tom stopped her in her tracks;
"But I don't have any of my stuff, so I don't have any swim trunks..."
"What a shame" Y/n winked and laughed slightly as she closed the door behind her.
Shit.