The Mobster's Princess [Tom Holland x Reader]

I

When you first arrived you noticed that the country seemed so cloudy, so gloomy. Not like where you lived, flourishing with beautiful flowers and fruits, the seaside bright blue, and always beautiful sunrises and sunsets.

But the architecture was beautiful, historic and dated, but meaningful and a stand out from the rest of the buildings. Meeting the Queen was lovely, and hearing about her past in WWII was fasinating. She was sweet and humble.

It wasn't long until you had to retire to your chambers, when you'd remembered that you had barely even seen your younger sister that entire day. You walked up to one of the ladies who travelled across seas to stay with you, as to serve and keep you company. "Ladies, have any of you seen Elina today? I wanted to at least say goodnight to her." You asked. The girls all looked at one another, hoping the other would have an answer. But none of them knew where your younger sister was. "I'm sorry your majesty, we haven't seen her much today either." She said with a slight bow of her head.

You gave a soft smile to the girls. "No worries, I'll see her tomorrow. Goodnight girls." You said, dismissing them and retreating to your own chambers.

You changed into a simple, pink nightgown that was brought up to your knees, and had white lace on the shoulders. You took your hair down from a once fancy and neat bun it had been styled up in. You scratched your head, your scalp being sore from it being tied up all day.

You wondered over to the guest bed after shutting a few open windows, but leaving one barely open as you had to admit, while the weather wasn't always nice, it did feel nice to get some cool air in at night instead of the hot humidity that would stay in the air during the dreadful summer night back at home.

You lied down in bed, your body finally relaxing after walking nearly all day. It wasn't long until you fell asleep.

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You woke up to the sound of roaring wind and it was terribly cold in your room. You opened your eyes, but didn't check the time as you hopped out of bed when you realized rain was pouring into the room, and the curtains were swaying wildly from the wind being forced into the once dry room.

When you approached the window, the marble floors were practically puddled in rain water. You shut the window quickly but then frowned as you'd realized something. When you had been shutting the window it was open wider than you remember leaving it. But all you could do was shrug it off and think of an explanation in the morning.

However, before you could even turn around you felt as if you were grabbed, and you couldn't even scream before your mouth was covered by a large and calloused hand.

"Don't try anything princess." An old and rough voice warned quietly in your ear. "I'm not afraid to take drastic measures to make sure you get where you need to be going." He growled, and you had no choice but to submit. How had the man even gotten in? Who even was the man? He definitely was older. But when you were turned around, you saw yourself in a mirror, a desk where a lamp was still left on was showing your abductor. It was a butler working at the castle, he was still in his uniform and he was definitely old.

You were dragged to the balcony, cold rain hitting the bare skin of your arms felt like tiny sewing needles. "Careful on the way down your majesty." He chuckled as he picked you up and then tossed you from the balcony. You let out a loud shriek and then fell onto some soft but wet mats. You felt as if the air had completely left your lungs, and you were hardly able to regain it again before you were grabbed for a second time, by someone else.

You were dragged to a running van, it's headlights on and the back doors wide open. You were quickly thrown in, the man who'd grabbed you got in and shut the doors behind him before banging the wall of the van twice, and you began to hear the van move.

You looked up at the man horrified. You were cold, drenched in rain water, and completely terrified. This all was only a dream right? No one would really abduct a princess, or even have the ability to do it. There were guards everywhere.

The second man who had grabbed you was larger, and broader, he looked Italian and kept his mean face on the whole ride to wherever it was you were going. He soon grabbed a bag and put it over your head after tying your hands and feet together.

You wished you could have said something, but you didn't want to die just because you were asking questions. Plus, you were so terrified you were pretty sure that your voice had decided to pack up and leave you.

It was sooner than expected when what you assumed was your last ride anywhere had stopped. You were grabbed again by the mean looking Italian and he threw you over his shoulder. A voice spoke up, but it didn't come from the man who was carrying you.

"Boss wants her in the VIP cell." Was all the other person simply said and the man was now walking you to wherever the "vip" cell was.

You soon felt yourself being placed down onto a chair and the bag was then ripped off your head, your wet and now drying hair was flung everywhere and you looked around to see that the cell had white padding, and bright lighting. As if you were in a holding cell for extremely mentally ill patients. The man left the cell, having you sit on a brown wooden chair.

You sat idly for who knows how long. Just staring at the metal door, which had been securely locked keeping you in. Who wanted you kidnapped? Were you being held for ransome? Did anyone even know you were missing? You didn't get to say goodnight to your sister...

You gulped as silent tears began to run down your face. This was it. No one would ever know you were here, you didn't even know where you were. You felt so much anger for not being able to live your life to the fullest extent but sadness was equalling with the anger and you'd never get to see your family again, or your friends. You'd never get to say goodbye to your people.

You'd never get to find anyone to love.