The Mobster's Princess [Tom Holland x Reader]

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You were being led out to the parking lot, your hands were tied together. Tom was walking in front of you, two other guards in front of him. Haz was behind you, and two guards behing him. You were led out to a van, its doors wide open just like the night you'd been kidnapped.

The two guards stopped on either side of the van and Tom turned around to look at you. His eyes were filled with pain but you didn't take a second longer to look at him. "I'm sorry." Is all he whispered before he put a black clothed bag over your head. you heard the two guards get in the front, the two others were still behind Haz as you hadn't heard them move. Tom helped you in the van. "I've got this Haz." You heard Tom say, no reply was audible but you just assumed Haz nodded. Then you heard, and felt someone climbing in the back of the van, Tom.

He shut the two doors to the van and not a moment afterwards the van was off. Tom took off the bag from your head. You looked at him, confused.

"I think you're breaking some rules." You said, the soft hum of the van moving keeping the silent air filled with at least some noise. "I'm the boss, my rules." He said with a sorrowful smile.

"Y/N I'm really-" Tom began but you shook your head. "No don't. It's just apart of the contract. Nothing personal, right?" You said with a raised eyebrow. Quoting his original statements when you two were first getting to know one another. Tom shook his head, "It's become very personal to me now.. Y/N." He said as he looked at the floor of the van. "Y-You're something I didn't expect I suppose..." He said, your eyebrows knitted in confusion at his vauge words. "You've grown on me is what I'm trying to say... I think." Tom said as he scratched the back of his neck. You smiled, he was like a school boy confessing a crush.

Tom looked at you and gulped at your expression, a smile on your face. "I like you too Tom." You said, so bold and outright. Tom's mouth was somewhat agape at your confession, one he was trying to make first. He smiled and shook his head. "You're too much for me sometimes princess." He said and you chuckled.

"I'm sorry it had to end this way." He said and you shrugged, trying to stay light-hearted you replied, "At least I didn't end up dead." You said and Tom nodded, his facial expression not turning from the solem one.

Tom looked into your eyes again. "Y/N can I..." He began, leaning in. You knew what he was asking for and you nodded, your mouth slightly open, as you leaned in a bump in the road from your side caused you to practically fly forward. Tom had caught you, his hands on your waist. You smiled sheepishly, a light pink dusting your cheeks. "Sorry." You said quietly before he brought you down and kissed you deeply.

You had often imagined what it would be like, your first kiss. And when you'd gotten to know Tom, after the late night talks and the joking, snarky comments, after the sneaking glances, you'd wondered what it would be like to kiss him too.

It was better than you'd imagnined. His lips were surprisingly soft, and sweet. He was slow and gentle with you. The van stopped, causing the two of you to pull apart. Tom stood up as he kept his hands on your waist. He looked down into your eyes worriedly. The van doors swung open and the two men were standing there, along with others you'd never seen before.

Tom took his hands off of your waist immediately and one of the men walked into the van- one of which was NOT Tom's body guards and dragged you out of the van forcefully. "Careful with her." Tom growled and the man only simply scoffed in response and wasn't any softer.

You were out on the country side of the United Kingdom. It was gloomy as usual and lightly sprinkling. What were you doing here? Did your sister want you here? You turned around to see one of Tom's men guiding him back to the van to get in so they could drive away. He looked at you in despiration as did you to him, but he was guided around the van, to the passenger's side, where you could no longer see him.

You were dragged into a great big and red barn. You were tied to a simple wooden chair in the center of it, no light sources, other than the sun, which was hidden behind clouds, was peeking through the cracks and crevices of the wood.

You didn't say a word, neither did the men. They just did what your sister probably told them to do and left. You began to hear rain pour outside, every now and then a drop of rain would hit the top of your head, making you shiver as it rolled down the back of your head.

You sat there for what felt like hours, but it most likely wasn't. You heard the creak of the barn opening.

There stood Elina.