Dominic Holland and Alfred Y/L/N have been friends since they were in grade school. Decades later they both have wives, children, and run two of the most dangerous mobs in London. What happens when they sign a contract to make one of them the most p...
A/N: In this world soulmates have the same tattoo 👍 Yours and Toms^
Ten years later...
Y/N's P.O.V:
Today is my 18th birthday, my parents had a meeting this morning but said they'd be back to celebrate with me. It was close to eleven in the morning when my birth givers (as I like to call them) walked through the front door. "Hey mom, hey dad" I greeted my parents, "Hey Y/N," They said in unison, "so what are the fun festivities for my special day?" I asked excitedly. They looked at each other sadly, uh oh, "What is it?" I asked fearing the answer. "Go get dressed," my dad said after what felt like forever, I looked to my mom for an explanation but she just shook her head.
I nodded and walked back towards my room, unsure what to wear, he never said why. I asked him from down the hall what I should wear, "I don't know Y/N just pick something nice ok?" I mumbled an 'ok' in response and chose a loose tank top and tucked it in a black pencil skirt with matching heels. I walked out to the foyer where my parents were waiting for me, "No" my father said after taking on look at me. "Seriously?" I asked annoyed, "go change now young lady," he said firmly, "fine" I replied sticking my tongue out at him in an attempt to lighten the mood, my plan working when he stuck his back at me. I walked back to my room and despite my father picked something with more skin showing, an extremely low cut tank top tucked into an even shorter leather pencil skirt with beige knee-high heels and pulled my hair into a messy bun, put on some light makeup and threw on my favorite necklaces.
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I walked back into the foyer and tried to hold back a laugh when my father turned towards me. Both my parents were shocked, to say the least, my mother wasn't surprised and followed my lead of trying to stifle a laugh at her husband. "Absolutely not," my father said after he regained the ability to talk, I looked at the clock on our wall, "we don't have time for me to change, let's go" My father huffed and followed my mother and I out the door, he didn't notice but on our way outside she had fist-bumped me. We got in the car and on the way I realized I hadn't even bothered to ask where we were going.
"Where are we going?" I asked my mother knowing it was more likely she would tell me the truth. "Your father has business with another mob" she explained as I nodded along, "and how does that involve me?" I asked confused. She sighed and said that I'll find out, "get comfortable this is gonna be a long ride" my father said. I nodded and grabbed my phone and played some music.
We arrived at a mansion slightly smaller than ours, not surprisingly, one of their guards had opened the door and offered me his hand. I took it as he helped me out of our limo, I heard the gravel crunch under my parents and my own feet. My father usually was the first to speak and this time was no exception, "just act natural ok?" I could tell he was talking to me since I had never done this before. I nodded then had an idea, "Hey dad?" I asked as he turned his head to me I continued, "is 100% absolutely necessary that I talk?" He thought about it then told me it wasn't but he would prefer if I at least said hello and introduced myself.
All three of us walked up the steps without saying another word, my parents walking side by side than me beside them. Who needs that many stairs? By the time we had made it to the door my parent were slightly out of breath. I wasn't because I had been training every day for the past two months. I raised my eyebrow in confusion at them, "don't give us that look, it's a lot of stairs" my mother scolded me. When my parents had regained oxygen my father knocked on the door, after a few seconds I was face to face with a tall, blonde, blue-eyed guy.
"Hello Mr. and Mrs. L/N come in I'll tell Mr. Holland that you've arrived." the guy said. My father replied with a thank you and walked in with my mother and I close behind. My eyes soon went wide realizing what he said, "Mr. Holland? As in Dominic Holland, the leader of one of the most feared mobs in London?" I accidentally said out loud. " She does her research," the blonde guy said to my parents as they nodded. He turned to me and asked for my name, "Y/N" I said as his expression turned from seductive playboy to scared shitless hostage.
He told us to wait here while he walked through some large wooden doors, similar to the ones in my fathers office. We stood in silence waiting since we didn't want anyone eavesdropping on our conversation. My parents stood awkwardly while I examined the part of the Holland mansion that I could see. The foyer was all white with two staircases leading upstairs and from where we were standing I could see part of the living room area past the staircases. I could see green outside which I could only assume was the backyard, but my thoughts were soon interrupted by the blonde coming back towards us. He never made eye contact with me but told us that Mr. Holland was waiting for us in his office, so we walked where he told us to go.
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^Holland mansion foyer^
It wasn't the office that caught me by surprise, it was the people in it. Not just Dominic Holland but his wife and children as well. I know my dad runs a huge mob, even bigger than the Hollands but I couldn't help but feel intimidated by them. I recognized most of the Hollands on sight, sitting in two chairs across from Dominic was his middle children Sam and Harry Holland. I saw Dominic and Nichola's tattoos were on their necks, each had a small bullet which seemed real-sized. My father had interrupted my thoughts by clearing his throat, I snapped out of it and sat in a chair next to his.
