I've Got Your Six - Mob!TomxReader

Chapter 7 - Desire.

It was Tom who stirred the sleeping pair the next morning, and while she would've liked it to be with a soft kiss to the forehead and a groggy 'Good morning, darling.' It was instead with a loud bang on the hardwood floor and a throaty snarl. Y/N's head whipped around to the other side of the bed, leaning on her elbow, where she found him lay on the floor on his front, almost face down, clutching his ribs with one hand.

"What are you doing, you idiot? Sam told you that you needed rest, not to get out of bed immediately first thing in the morning." He scoffed, side eyeing her and using the hand that wasn't holding to his side to push himself up off the floor. "Maybe so, darling, but I have a job to do. An empire doesn't run itself." and he shuffled towards the wardrobe on the other side of the room. 

Instead of demanding he get back into bed immediately, Y/N watched him as his face twisted whilst he attempted to put on his shirt, before getting up and gliding towards him, wrapping the silk sheets around her chest and folding it under her armpit. "If you're going to get up, you're gonna have to let me help you as much as I can. You shouldn't be up at all." He sighed before letting go of the shirt, allowing her to pull it around his shoulders properly and button it up, before taking the tie out of his right hand and folding it under the collar.

"I'm not incapable, you know. My ribs are a bit hurt, I'm fine, I'll get over it. Just need some painkillers or a nice hefty glass of booze, which is your job, not to button up my shirt, darling." Y/N shot a glare up at him, pushing the knot of the tie too tight on purpose, almost choking him. "Fucking HELL, alright I'm sorry. Help then, please." She tilted her head down, smirking away from his view, and loosened the tie so it sat up against the top button. 

"There." she sighed, giving him a small smile. "Do I need to help you with your pants too? Or can you handle those all by yourself like a big boy?" Her eyes twinkled, and she could tell by the glare he shot her that she was being too cheeky again. "I'll be fine, I may need your help with my shoes and my holster though, they're not exactly easy to put on with one hand." he grimaced, glancing at the two items that lay on the chair by the wardrobe.

"Of course, I'm not gonna sit in bed and watch you struggle, dumbass." He let out a soft chuckle as he pulled up his pants with his spare hand, before she got up - kneeling before him and helping him slide the combat boots on, tying them for him. "I quite like you from this angle, Miss Y/L/N." Her eyes shot up to see him grinning at her devilishly, before she bit her lip and flew to her feet. "I wouldn't have taken you as someone to be so crude so early in the morning, Mr. Holland." He sucked his teeth before his eyes turned dark, holding her gaze. "There's a lot you don't know about me, darling."

Y/N stood, staring at him, left entirely speechless as he chuckled and reached down towards the holster, holding it out for her - which she took and helped him into, tightening the straps at his side. "What exactly are you intending to do if something goes wrong then? You can't just shoot up into attack mode like you did with Milani." The gruesome scene of that morning flashed before Y/N's eyes and her face heated, as she shook her head trying to rid the images of blood stained carpet and a brain splattered wall.

Tom placed a finger under her chin, lifting it as he'd done before. "I'm having Harrison and Harry stand right outside my door, darling. Don't you worry, everything will be fine." he whispered, before sliding his hand up to the side of her face and kissing the top of her head.

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Y/N wondered if they were going to speak about the night of the gala at any point, except her thoughts were drifting back and forth from the violent interruption of a wonderful night, to the scene in the upstairs bedroom that made her skin hot before she'd even realised she was thinking about it.