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

Chapter 20: Family Reunion

THOMAS POV

I'd just found the one.

My one.

And no, this wasn't one of those love stories you read about in books... There'd be no 'butterflies' or silly little dates that entailed all the cliches.

But that's what was perfect about it. For me. For us.

Over the months we'd spent actually together, I'd been let into all the crevices of her brain.

She'd let me in.

She'd talk to me.

And I did the same.

You could tell neither one of us had ever opened up to someone like that before.

I loved her with all that flowed through my veins.

And I could tell she felt it in return.

So I needed to believe her.

To believe in her.

I needed to trust her.

Because God knows I'd rip this world apart if that love revealed to be untrue.

So I needed it to be real.

I needed us to be real.

For my literal sanity.

But she knew, by the look on her face, and because of the look that was probably on mine...

I was having a hard time.

As she pointed her gun at my men and my men pointed back at her... At her father... And his men...

But I searched her eyes as I focused and aimed.

No flames.

The air was thick with all the tension.

Even my men were uneasy.

Although no one would ever say it out loud.

She was one of us.

Everyone in my mafia had eventually found out that she was the phantom, and quite frankly, my partner in both crime and in life.

She'd become part of the family.

And I'd be lying if I hadn't dreamt of the power.

The power of two mafias joining together like that.

But right now, I couldn't think of anything.

My knees felt like they were going to give out.

I wanted give in and I hated myself for it.

I hated myself for letting someone affect me so much, but it didn't mean I regretted any of it.

God, I needed help.

What was I supposed to do?

Y/N POV

I'd been forced to give my father details about Thomas, his mafia, and his businesses.

I tried to withold as much as I could, but my body ached, and bled, until right this moment.

I could feel every prick and slash under my clothes, where I'd been proded for information.

The worst of all though.

Guilt.

I'd never really felt guilt in my life and I hated it.

I would had rather died than betray Thomas.

But they were right when they said love made you weak, because I gave in, because I loved him.

I'd worry what would happen to him if I were gone.

What would happen to his family and his men.

Not that he needed me.

But here we were, at the loading docks... Because my father had been stealing from Thomas' weapons shipment for a while and they finally caught on, hence this not-so-little little face off between us.

We were in the loading zone, a clearing sandwiched between endless rows of crates.

THOMAS POV

Giovanni: "Surprised to see me, Mr. Holland?"

His voice sent a chill through the air, but I stood firm.

Giovanni Zacchelli.

Former head of the Italian mafia.

Pro-traditional mafia, anti-modern mafia.

Riccardo and y/n's father.

Thomas: "Not quite," I cock my gun.

I wouldn't bother addressing him properly.

I wanted to keep my eyes on y/n but I nedeed to focus on her father just in case.

Giovanni: "How does it feel... To have the one person you thought you could trust... Betray you?"

Thomas: "I mean, wouldn't you know? Your very own-"

Giovanni: "That's in the past, Mr. Holland. I have my precious weapon back," he nods towards y/n and my trust in her falters when she smirks in agreement.

Thomas: "But there can only be one Italian leader and Riccardo is clearly the more favorable option."

Giovanni: "The most favorable does not mean the most powerful," he slightly paces to the right.

I stay silent, waiting for him to continue.

Giovanni: "Plus, I have the stronger of my two children... The strongest amongst almost all in fact."

Riccardo: "You'd take down your own child, papa?"

He steps out of the shadows and from behind one of the giant shipping crates, I'd been in talks with him.

I glance at y/n to see her reaction, but all she does is clench her jaw for a split second, unlike her father, who was obviously shocked before being amused.

Giovanni: "What a surprise, mio figlio."

Riccardo: "Can't say it's nice to see you," he says to his father before looking at y/n, "Sis."

Y/n: "You shouldn't be here, Rick."

And her voice, I hadn't heard it in months, it rang through the air and vibrated my entire core, painting goosebumps on my skin.

Riccardo: "You don't have to do this."

Giovanni: "Cut it out, son. You know how this works."

Riccardo: "I've dedicated my entire life to-"

But a gunshot rings through the air and he falls.

Y/n: "You all talk too much."

Even I couldn't hide the utter shock on my face. And from the looks of Gio, he felt the same as I did.

And now I was afraid. Perhaps I had already lost her.