The Mobster's Princess [Tom Holland x Reader]

III

You were rudely awoken by the loud creaking sound of the metal door being open. You shot up into a sitting position to see the same blonde hair and blue eye'd man enter.

"Well, your lucky day. The boss wants to see you. And so soon." He said, with as much as surprise as you were hearing the news.

You were escorted through dark hallways, which most were empty. Other than a pair of people talking, but they became hushed as you neared them so you couldn't hear their conversation. They would always so obviously stare as you passed by. It was the most uncomfortable feeling, as if you were about to get beaten up by them at any moment.

The moment felt so dragged on but you'd finally made it to what you assumed was the 'bosses' office. One man opened the door as another guard was behind you, the blonde man being the end of the little parade. You stepped into the office. It was dimly lit like everything else. However, it smelled nice. Like expensive cologne. One smell that would forever be lodged into your memory with this moment.

"Have a seat." You heard a voice call out, it was someone that was sitting in the office chair, looking out of a window. You did as you were told and causiously sat down in a single chair facing the desk. "Leave us." You heard him say. Your palms were sweating and you subtly wiped the sweat off on your clothed knees. "You as well Haz." He said, you noticed the blonde leave, Haz was his name.

A moment of quiet silence filled the room after the door was shut. Then the chair spun around.

You hadn't expected this.

You thought he would have been older, creepier. But no, he was gorgeous. His brown hair was swept to the side messily, but it was stylish. His eyes were a deep chesnut. And visibly underneath the simple white button up shirt he was wearing he was absolutely muscular.

A sly smile played on his lips as you took in his physical apperance and you immediately stopped yourself by looking away, a faint blush climbing to the sides of your face.

"Princess Y/N, isn't it? A pleasure." He said and you stayed quiet. "The quiet type hm? Understandable. This is all new to you darling." He said, the word 'darling' rolling off his tongue so elegantly, goosebumps began to form all over your body at his sickly sweet voice.

"You know, I thought this job was going to be different." He said, catching your attention. "Just a cash grab and a kill. Simple hm? But the contractor of course needed to make it difficult." He said as he was now up and slowly walking around the other side of his desk at a slow pace as he talked.

He then leaned against the desk. You felt a cold finger placed under your chin. "Look at me when I speak to you, princess." He said, not in a menacing tone, but almost like a reminder. Nonetheless you felt as if you had butterflies in your stomach from the touch.

"Here's what I need you to do for me. I need you, to tell a camera the lines that are given to you. This footage will be sent to your family, and then we will go from there." He said and you scrunched your nose up in disgust. "Ransome." You simply spat out and the man chuckled slightly. "Not exactly- it will be added into the plan as apart of my terms... However, the contractor didn't request that." He said and you looked at him, waiting to see if he'd tell you. He tilted his head as he looked down at you. A lock of his brown hair drooped down onto his forhead.

"The contractor... wants your family to see you suffer." He said and you gulped, you became completely frozen, including your breathing. The man's jaw clentched as he looked away from you for whatever reason. "But I don't think roughing you up is an option... unless it needs to be-" You cut him off with a sharp and pleaful "No."

"Good, then you will comply for the time being?" He said and you shamefully nodded as you looked away. "Well done then, princess." He said as he pushed himself off of his desk and walked over to the door and opened it. Two men walked in and grabbed you by your arms forcefully. You winced in pain as you were practically being dragged out of the room. "Not too harsh now lads, I want this one to stay as untouched as possible." The boss called out as you were being taken down the hallway.

You heard one of the men scoff and sooner than you wanted to be, you were in your padded cell again.

"Sit." One of the men harshly instructed. You did as you were told. There was now a camera in front of the wooden chair you were sitting on. The screen flipped so you could see yourself.  One of the men was tying you up with ropes to bind you to the chair while the other man, that had ordered you to sit, was now putting a large mask on. "You're going to tell you're family you're alive. You're going to tell them not to come for you and that they must watch you suffer. They also must submit 13 kilograms in gold. Do you understand?" He asked, the mask which was covering his face modulated his voice so it was now very deep.

You nodded as you looked away, looking down at your lap but you suddenly felt your hair being gripped and your head was yanked upwards. You felt a sudden excrutiating pain to your right cheek. He'd punched you. "I said. Do. You. Understand?"  He asked as he gripped your hair again, so you'd look up at him "Y-Yes I understand!" You whimpered as tears ran down your face from the sharp and sudden pain. Your wrists were grabbed and then tied behind your back. "Start it." He ordered and the other man, whom had been silent the whole time, pressed a button on the camera to start the recording.

A little red dot on the screen of which you could see yourself began flashing, indicating the camera was indeed recording. You gulped but before you could start speaking, the man with the modulated mask grabbed your hair again and lifted it so your chin was higher, but you could still see the camera.

"Tell them." He ordered, his voice deep and unrecognizable. "M-Mom. Dad.. Elina.. I'm alive- don't come for me. Th-they want you all to... watch me suffer." You said, a choked sob escaping your throat. A slap to your face jerked your head to the side before your head was turned back by the man with a death grip on your scalp.

"Tell them what we want." He ordered. "The people who have me..." You began, trying not to let the dam of tears burst open. "Want 13 kilos in gold." You sobbed and quickly let out a "I'm so sorry." Before you were hit again, this time it was so hard you had blacked out.

Tom had watched the whole incident on the security camera staged behind the one of which was recording the message to your family. And the moment you blacked out he shot out of his seat. He told those men not to hurt you.

He then stormed out of his office, and to your padded cell. Once he arrived two guards stood there idle at the metal door. "Let me in." He growled, still fuming at what he witnessed.

The door opened, and Tom saw your head limp to the side as you'd passed out. The camera which had been recording you was off, and in the hands of another man with gloves. But Tom's eyes flickered to the man who'd hit you one too many times.

"What did I tell you? What in the bloody hell did I tell you?" Tom asked, storming up to the man who's eyes were now wide. He'd taken off the mask at this point as well. "I-I thought you were kidding boss. We do this to everyone-" He was cut off by a punch to the face from Tom. "I don't remember laughing you bloody idiot!" Tom was gritting his teeth and he looked over at you. Still out cold.

He then sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose. "Go home. Take the day off." He said, this confused the man who was now rubbing his cheek with his hand. "I don't want to see your face for the rest of the day. GO!" He ordered and the man scurried out of the room. "Guards." Tom ordered which the pair immediately walked in at his call. "Have someone follow him home. I want him dead when he reaches his home. And leave no trace of the killing either. We don't need the police on our asses right now." He said. The two nodded in response and left the room. "When will the recording be ready?" Tom asked as he looked over at the gloved man who was standing idly.

"It shall be ready by this afternoon." He informed and Tom nodded and dismissed the man. Leaving himself and you in the room.

Tom looked at you, and then slowly walked over to you. Tom gently picked you up after loosening the ropes. He carried you bridal style over to your corner. He gently placed you down and covered you with the blanket. He really didn't want you hurt, that wasn't his intention. He didn't understand why he disliked seeing you hurt. Hell, he'd hurt so many people in his life, killed so many, stomped on so many to get to the top. But for some reason this was different. He thought to himself that it was just because the pay was extremely high, and so he couldn't have you dead. That was it, it was just the pay.

That was how he could reassure himself, for now.