The Mobster's Princess [Tom Holland x Reader]

IX

It was nice to finally have a shower, while it did sting your cuts and bruises, it was a nice cleansing sting.

However, this time you weren't in a shower that required maximum security. You were in a real bathroom, not like the uncomfortable shower room back at the last location.

You shut off the shower, and grabbed the towel which was outside of the curtain, not opening the curtain yet. You used the towel to soak up some of the water in your hair and you then wrapped it securely around yourself.

You opened the shower curtain and just as you were about to step out, you saw Tom sitting on the counter top of the bathroom. Your eyes widened and you immediately shut the curtain again. How had he gotten in here without you noticing? Why was he in here?

"Someone still has to keep an eye on you, princess." He spoke up. You sighed. "Well perhaps a little bit of privacy would be nice. I seemed to have more of it at the other place."

"I can have a new room for you arranged, one like the last place." He said, you could practically hear the smirk on his lips. You rolled your eyes. You liked your new room. "Was there something you needed, Mr. Holland?" You asked, still behind the shower curtain. You heard a couple of footsteps before the shower curtain flung open and you gasped in surprise. But Tom had his hand over his eyes and he held out his other hand, as if to help you out. You let out a small breath of relief and took his hand hesitantly. You stepped out of the shower while he kept his hand over his eyes.

He then walked over to the door of the bathroom, and kept his back turned to you. "Your clothing is on the counter." He simply said and true to his word it was. You looked back at Tom. His back was still turned to you, but you had expected him to leave. You cleared your throat. "Are you going to..." You said, clearly suggesting him to step out so you could change.

"No." He replied, his voice monotone. Not even a hint of a joke in his voice. "Um.. alright then." You said, clearly uncomfortable. You kept your towel on while putting on your underwear and pants. You turned around to put on the rest. You were fairly quick to do it as well, not wanting to give him the chance to do a quick 180 on you.

"Okay." You said sheepishly, and you looked at your reflection. Your hair was still unbrushed from your shower. Tom turned around, "Not too bad, was it?" He asked and you grinned, "Worse." You replied and he rolled his eyes. He approached you slowly, dragging his fingertips against the counter. You watched them trail along, your heart beating faster with every inch he got closer.

His hand stopped at a brush, not just any brush but the one he gave you at the beginning of this whole ordeal. He picked it up and looked at it for a moment before looking at you, and he outstreched his arm, offering it to you. You took it, your fingers brushing against his as you did so. His fingers were cold, but they felt nice against your nearly burning fingers.

You began to brush your hair, you looked in the mirror and Tom cleared his throat. "I do, have to talk to you about something." He said as he ran a hand through his own hair. You looked at him, through the mirror. He was looking down at the counter. "It's about your contract. It's coming to a close i'm afraid." He said and you froze. "A-Are you going to.... kill-" You couldn't finish that thought before Tom stopped you. "What? No. No. Of course not." He said and you let out a sigh in relief. "But I have to return you to the person who ordered the contract." He said and you set down your brush as you'd finished, but also in an act of heartache. "Who is... the contractor?" You asked as you looked at Tom, but not just through the mirror. Tom looked back at you and he gulped, you saw this as his adams apple bobbed up and down for a moment.

"I'm not allowed to say-" He said and you turned away from the counter. "Tom." You said, your voice full of desperation. "Please." You said, looking into his chocolate eyes. Tom looked away from you and he squeezed his eyes shut. "It's..." He mumbled it out, but barely. You however couldn't hear it. "Who?" You asked and Tom looked down at you. You could see the conflict in his eyes, the war he was having within himself. But there was some sort of sorrow in his eyes.

"Y/N I really don't think-" He began but you neared him, you gently placed a hand on his good shoulder as you looked up at him, a faint blush was appearing on his cheeks. "Tom please, I have to know. Know why, or at least who." You said. Tom nodded but then shook his head. The war still present within him. "You can see for yourself. Come along." He said as he took your hand and he opened the bathroom door.

You were led through the more, well lit establishment. While it was smaller, it was much cleaner, and newer. You were anxious, your palms were sweating and it was embarrasing you as one of your hands was in Tom's hand. You were soon led to his new office.

Tom had you sit in the seat across from you, the chair smelled brand new and felt comfortable as you sat. Tom dug in his drawers for a moment before he pulled out a folder, a black folder with a bright red X on it. He handed it to you and then you opened it. There was a few papers in there, and some photos of you. You were stunned to find you'd been stalked, and much sooner than your kidnapping. There was a paper with your information filled out on it, such as your physical appearence, your full legal name, where you lived, ect. You moved the page to the side.

You were skimming through the long contract, full of obligations of both parties and what would explicitly happen to you. You finally reached the last page.

You stared at the signature for a long time. You didn't know how long. Your lip began to quiver, your eyes glossed over. It couldn't be. Why was it?

You dropped the folder onto the desk, angry but more saddened than anything.You looked down again at the signature.

Elina's signature.