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

Chapter 21: Resurrection

Y/N POV

I almost wanted to laugh at the expressions on everyone's faces, but I contained myself, letting out just the slightest smirk.

Y/n: "Are you done?" I turn to my father, who can only look at me, shock still plastered on his face as my brother lay still on the ground.

No one knows what to say anymore.

Giovanni: "Mia principessa-"

Y/n: "What are we here for exactly? Can we just hurry up and do it? Or does no one have a plan?"

I make eye contact with everyone, from both my father's side and from Thomas' side, as I slowly pace around, but their eyes quickly divert away from mine.

Y/n: "If no one is going to do anything, we'll just be leaving," I say as I turn to walk away, my father's men clearly unsure of what to do and who was in charge, but I see my father finally chuckle in amusement.

Haz: "You know we can't just let you do that."

Y/n: "Then what, Haz? Are you going to shoot me? My brother's body is getting cold... And bloody."

THOMAS POV

I couldn't tell anymore, I was conflicted, as she shot a cocky devilish smile at my best friend, still walking away, loosely taking steps backwards.

I had one thing.

Thomas: "Love," I demand as sternly as possible, her confidence crumbling as she clenches her jaw.

But she only makes eye contact, though intently, very briefly before turning her back to me.

She was really going to walk away.

As if I'd ever let a soul leave after betraying me.

I couldn't care who she was.

I lifted the gun I had lowered after she shot Rick and, already cocked, I aimed again. At her.

Before I knew it though, another shot rung in the air, but my body knew how to react even if I didn't.

As I aimed for her, her father had aimed for me.

Next thing I knew, it was a brawl.

The very last thing I wanted.

What anyone probably would have wanted.

Thomas: "Fuck," I muttered, knowing what this meant, and I swear I heard her do the same, but when I looked up, she was nowhere to be found.

Everyone was running around, hiding and ducking behind shipping containers along the massive dock.

Shots were being fired.

Shots were being dodged.

Shots were being taken.

But if there was one thing I had faith in, it was my men and their ability to fight and protect each other.

Matt: "Get out of here, boss."

Thomas: "Not today, boys. I'm here."

But still, I found myself leaving the center of all the commotion, carefully making my way around the dock, my gun cocked and lifted in preparation.

I didn't know what I was doing until it happened.

Y/n: "Looking for me?" I heard from the opposite side of the container I was brushing up against.

Thomas: "Perhaps I am."

But she didn't respond back.

Thomas: "Your own brother, y/n."