𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐦 | 𝐭𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐮

CHAPTER ONE: JUST BUSINESS

TOM HOLLAND

     Anyone could tell you anything about the Holland's and the business they dealt with. It could always come off entirely true or spiced with hints of lies. I knew what was really and what wasn't. I understood the fine line between rumors and the facts... because I've been there. I was no longer scared to say the truth.

    Life to me was nothing but survival of the fittest. It was about knowing how to thrive in any given environment with no exceptions.

    And for me? Well I was dominating my playing field with flying colors.

     Being one of the gangster princes of London, it fitted my name well. However there's always people that would try to ruin your empire. In such business trust is hard to obtain and keep, if that trust is broke it'll bite you in the ass.

     These thoughts coursed through my head as I leaned my lower body against my tinted black crimson car. Arms folded while I looked afar upon a man that was on his knees, hands tied behind his back along with his mouth shut with a piece of grey duct tape.

    "Tom!" my right hand man, Harrison Osterfield, called out to me.

    Harrison or for short Haz, was one of my crew members. He was my best friend. I've know him since we were just little boys running around the streets of London. I trusted him with my life.

I took a step forward to the hostage cracking my bruised knuckles. The captive was drenched in sweat and blood making his white dress shirt stained of light brown spots and crimson streaks.

My eyes looked down at the man allowing a smug grin to appear on my face. Ripping the tape off his mouth having him wince at the irritation. Without a second of hesitation my arm swung back and came back forward having my fist meet the side of the boys face.

"Who the hello put you up to this!" I shouted at the young lad, tugging at the collar of his shirt so he would have to look up at me.

His name was George. George Carter and he was one of my crew members. Respecting him as he showed pride in his work and followed the rules of London. It was until he showed his true colors when Harry had found out George was giving details from the inside to one of our many enemies.

And the list of Holland enemies was quite long.

     And it didn't include Alpha's.

    We piss off a lot of people.

The boy groaned in agony from the punch, "Please I can't tell you!" he pleaded in mercy, I couldn't help but scoff at his pathetic beg.

Next thing George saw coming was his face being met by my knuckles once again. The boys mouth was now dripping with bright red blood. My fists tainted with freshly new red marks that were bound to form purple bruises later.

"Son of a bitch got blood on my fucking suit." I cussed through gritted teeth, looking down at my white collared dress shirt that showed a thin streak of blood slashed across, "Do you know who I am? I'm Tom fucking Holland!! I'm gonna ask you again. Who are you working for!" I yelled loudly as I could with just rage and frustration.

    Though this time I pulled out my pistol from the inside of my jacket, aiming it at the center of George's pale forehead.

In the boys green emerald eyes I could see his petrified fear so clearly, something that always fueled my motivation.