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

Chapter 19: The Promise

THOMAS POV

I fight back the urge to smile, hoping it's coming across as a smirk on my face... Just as I see her eyes flash those dark flames I'm so infatuated with.

I'd never seen eyes so dark in my life.

Even in direct sunlight, the irises looked black.

Agent 1: "Operation Phan... Tom..." He gets quieter.

He seemed confused at first, but his buddies understood quickly.

Agent 1: "How do you know about-"

Agent 2: "Eric," he clears his throat.

Agent 1: "You're not- No. You're a-"

Y/n: "Woman?" She tilts her head smugly.

Agent 1: "Tell me, how's your father doing?"

I think he said it to make her angry, but she smiles, and he was clearly taken back by it.

Y/n: "I like my father as much as you do."

I glance at my men, clearly confused, clearly afraid, knowing the tale of the phantom. But I had a feeling the tale wasn't the same as the operation.

I exhale and shake my head in amusement.

That was my fucking girl.

Agent 1: "Are you threatening me?"

Y/n: "I'm only stating facts."

Agent 1: "I need proof."

Y/n: "What? You think I have an ID laying around that says Phantom on it?"

Agent 1: "The Zacchelli dagger."

Y/n: "Hm," she exhales and smiles, before reaching down and retrieving a knife that was hidden and strapped to her calf, Zacchelli carved in the handle.

She hands it over and he observes it, before giving it back to her, a little uneasy, his confidence fading.

Agent 1:"Throw it," he gulps.

Y/n: "Brace yourself, Harrison."

Harrison: "What-"

She turns around to face Haz, away from the agents standing behind her, who was leaning on the wall.

Y/n: "Ready?"

Harrison: "Well fuck, I guess."

I see her wink and I glare in anticipation.

She lifts her arm up to throw it and he nods and closes his eyes calmly, but it goes backwards instead.

Just as it hits the wall and sticks, she turns around.

I look back at all the agents, clearly in shock.

Especially the one who was leaning against the wall.

His earpiece now hanging on the knife.

She had brushed it up against him just enough for it to catch his earpiece, but not enough to cut or harm in any way... Except perhaps his mental state.

Agent 1: "We'll be on our way."

Y/n: "Wish I could say it was nice meeting you."

Agent 1: "I really hope you know what you're doing, Ms. Zacchelli."

Y/n: "I really hope you know what you're doing."

With that, they leave. And they never did come back.