I've Got Your Six - Mob!TomxReader

Chapter 10 - Last Time.

The silence in the room was almost deafening, and Y/N could hear everything in her throat gurgle and click as she swallowed thickly. 'Wouldn't be the first time.' Dom had said. She could feel the heat in her face as she stared down at her plate, wondering if she was being looked at by anyone - but she didn't have the guts to look up.

"Dominic-" Nikki started before Dom's hand shot up to silence her, sparing her a warning glance before looking back at Y/N. Tom looked like he'd launch himself over the table at Dom at any second, and Y/N moved her hand from her lap to his thigh, as she turned to stare back at Dom. What was she supposed to respond to that?

"No, Nicola." Dom spat, still holding Y/N's gaze. "I want to know if he's fucked up again, just like he did last time." Tom let out a harsh exhale through his nose, and Y/N froze. Last time? Was there another girl before her?

"La- Last time?" She squeaked, now noticing Harrison was looking at her as she looked around the table, an apologetic look in his eyes. "What do you mean, like last time?" Dom scoffed before prying his eyes away and turning to Tom. "And you haven't even told her, you're weaker than I thought."

Tom's chair slammed backwards to the floor and before anyone could react, he was looming over Dom, shirt balled in his fists as they came nose to nose. "Don't you FUCKING dare, Dom. Don't." He spat, and Y/N's hand shot to her mouth as Nikki gasped, Dom gripped Tom's wrists as they started shaking each other back and forth, fighting for dominance, Dom rising out of his chair and spinning Tom around to push his back flat onto the dining room table, knocking glasses over in the process with a great smash, wine pooling across the hardwood.

"DOMINIC HOLLAND, YOU LET GO OF OUR SON RIGHT NOW." Nikki screeched from the other end of the table, shooting up from her chair and sprinting her way towards them as fast as her stiletto heels would take her, as the two men struggled against each other, and Y/N noticed that Harrison and the twins had also shot up - yet she remained sat in her chair, frozen, confused, and scared.

"You can't do ANYTHING right, can you? Sometimes it brings shame to even call you my son!" Dom boomed in Tom's face, and if they weren't humans, Y/N thought Tom might've lunged to bite him. "Dom, let GO of him." Harrison shouted, grabbing the back of Dom's suit jacket before wrapping his hands around his biceps. 

"Dad! Stop! Please!" Poor Paddy, who had Tom lay diagonally across the table in front of him, looked terrified. Tears were welling in his eyes as he shrunk back into his chair, watching his father man handle his brother across the table in terror. He was just a child. This was no situation for a child. 

"Y/N, sweetheart, can you please take Paddy to the living room for me? I'll come and get you when this is sorted." Nikki gasped as she wrapped her hands around Dom's, trying to pry him off his eldest son - who was red in the face as he fought to bring himself back standing from underneath his own father.

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Y/N jumped into action, grabbing Paddy's arm and pulling him sideways out of his seat, wrapping her other arm around him as she rushed to guide him towards the living room away from the screaming and shouting - shutting the doors behind them. "Are you alright?" Y/N thought the question had come from her, but it had instead come from Paddy, who was looking up at her with concern. She let out a shaky breath, something she seemed to be doing quite often around the Holland's. 

"Yeah, no, I'm fine Paddy, it's me that should be asking that, not the other way round. Does this happen often?" Paddy fidgeted with the bottom of his shirt as he sat down on the sofa, and Y/N sat in the armchair facing him. "Not really, only when Tom's home. I'm sure you've noticed that him and Dad don't exactly get on very well." Y/N's heart broke for Paddy, the poor kid obviously just wanted to have dinner with his family all together for one night without a fight, but with Tom and Dom together - it would seemingly never happen.