I've Got Your Six - Mob!TomxReader

Chapter 12 - You'll Look BADASS.

When Y/N woke again, she was still on her side, but the room was empty. The light on the camera was now off, but that was the least important thing at the moment as Y/N noticed the sounds seemingly coming from above her, and she was almost sure she heard a gunshot - and she wondered if Milani was going about business as usual whilst he left her to rot on the floor or if Tom had found her.

She tried to breathe as quietly as she could, which proved difficult whilst lay on her side with her arms behind her, trying her hardest to listen to the commotion upstairs, joy sparking in her as she heard a faint yell of her name coming from above. Tom had found her, and she cleared her throat as she tried to scream for him. "Tom!" she cried "I'm down here! Hurry, please!" 

Y/N struggled against the restraints, wincing at the cable cutting into her wrists and ankles, as she noticed they'd broke the skin, but she didn't have to struggle for long before the door burst open - Sam and Harry appearing before her. "Jesus Christ, thank fuck we found you. I think Tom's shot at least 20 people already. We couldn't find Milani anywhere though, Tom's going fucking mental." Sam huffed, and Y/N let out a choked sob as Harry cut through the cable ties that bound her limbs together, the air hitting the fresh wounds, helping Sam lift her up as he took off his jacket and wrapped it around her.

"That necklace saved your life, you know?" Harry whispered, and Y/N looked down at the padlock chain around her neck that she couldn't bring herself to take off after the gala. Harry took it in his hand and turned it over, holding it up in front of her face, showing Tom's initials carved into the back of the padlock, and a small metal circle in the middle; and she suddenly realised that the padlock was not only a show of his love, but a tracker. He'd suspected foul play all that time ago, and he'd done everything he could to keep her safe without worrying her.

She let out a kind of noise that sounded like a sob mixed with a laugh, as she half-limped towards the door, Harry and Sam helping her up the steps - where she was met with Tom's face, stern and raging, eyes wide with insanity, covered in splattered blood; and for once, she knew it wasn't his.

"Y/N." He breathed as he turned and caught her eye, shoving his gun back in his holster before rushing to take her in his arms as she collapsed into his chest. "I've got you, I've got you darling, I found you, it's alright now." He mumbled into her head, lacing his fingers into her knotted, matted hair as she let out another choked sob. "Come on, let's get you home." He whispered, looping his arm around the back of her knees and picking her up bridal style, carrying her out of the warehouse looking building towards his car.

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Crashing through the door, Y/N was met with Harrison and Nikki, and behind them - Paddy, who had obviously been crying. He gasped and rushed to Y/N's side as Tom softly put her down on the couch, carefully lifting her legs up to rest in front of her.

"I told you to be careful!" he snapped exasperatedly, and she chuckled weakly at the young boy scolding her. "I'm sorry, Pads. I am. I was stupid, I know. I won't do it again, I know better now, but I'm okay, Tom found me." She breathed, and Paddy sat down beside her, resting his head on her side and a hand on her ribs, as if he was afraid that if he stopped touching her, she'd disappear again.

"But what if he didn't, Y/N? What if...What if..." His eyes filled with tears and Y/N lifted a weak arm to his head, shushing him soothingly. "There's no what if's Pads, he found me, I'm safe now." Tom looked down at the two, almost tearing up at the sweet scene before him, glancing at Sam and Harry rushing back into the room with a large emergency kit, handing it to Tom.

Making his way over to his lovers side, he crouched down beside Paddy, placing a hand on top of her hand that rested on top of his head, before whispering "We need to get that knife out darling, and your face cleaned up." Y/N had forgotten about the knife in her leg, almost used to the pain that shot through her every time she moved.