I've Got Your Six - Mob!TomxReader

Chapter 13 - She's Your Worst Fucking Nightmare.

(A/N: This chapter is gonna be quite descriptive and less talking cos I wanted to try my hand at more descriptive writing, and besides; it'll really make a difference with this chapter and it's very much needed - I noticed a lot of my other chapters rely heavily on speech so I thought I'd try something a bit different so let me know which you prefer! Also, there's a bit of time jumping, I don't wanna write the book going day by day because 1. it's a bit difficult and most of all 2. y'all are gonna get bored/it's gonna be way too dramatic to all happen over the space of like 2 weeks lmao. ANYWAY, without further ado x)

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Over the past month, Tom had hired more security than he'd ever had before after that dreadful night, which meant a LOT more security, so much you'd think a royal was staying in his home. He took every single precaution he needed to keep his princess safe, and then some, which meant Y/N could at least go out on the balcony and into the garden again, which she was pleased about, as long as she was flanked by at least two men, which he knew she was not so pleased about.

Tom had never been that scared in his life, and Tom had been scared so few times he wasn't even entirely sure what it felt like. If he was scared when he lost Aria, then he was terrified when the same was happening to Y/N. His feelings for the resting woman beside him were something deeper and fuller than his love for Aria, even if he did still miss her dearly.

Looking upon her sleeping form, Tom's mind was swimming in thoughts, almost drowning. The deep, angry, crimson gash that had once ran across her face was now healing - cascading down over her eye with raised pink flesh. It was still sensitive though, as they had learnt when Tom had got a bit too handsy one night and grabbed her face in the wrong place, causing her to throw herself backwards in pain - subsequently banging her head on the headboard and killing the mood entirely, which ended up with Tom fussing over her with an icepack for the next few hours.

Tom's eyes trailed down over her face, across her body cloaked by the black silk sheets; and with them being so thin, he could see every single curve and crevice in her form, as she lay curled up beside him. His eyes trailed down to her leg, that was wrapped around the outside of the sheet, trained on the still-stitched wound on her thigh.

He cringed, upset with himself that he didn't find her sooner. Upset that she was still dealing with pain whilst walking, and was now for the most part hobbling around on crutches. Upset that she was in pain at all. Tom wondered if she blamed him, even though she had told him multiple times that she didn't, that she knew what she was walking into when she first spoke to him - but Tom still couldn't help but think she had some amount of blame buried deep inside somewhere. It happened because she loved him, after all.

Tom could feel anger brewing inside his chest, knowing that Milani was out there - somewhere. Tom had foolishly let him escape, and he was beyond furious at himself for it. He couldn't rest until Milani was dead, Y/N would never be safe until he was dead. Tom knew Y/N didn't appreciate the running around murdering, but she understood that it was just part of the life that Tom lived - so she avoided thinking about it, but Tom knew that it was something he had to do, whether Y/N wanted him to or not.

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Tom had spent most of his time over the past month out of the house, leaving Y/N in the care of Jacob; who she surprisingly got on very well with despite their very different personalities - whilst he, Harrison and the twins travelled around the city, scoping out safe houses and mob members in attempts to find the loathsome devil that was Milani.

As much as Y/N understood that he was trying to keep her safe, she missed him. Tom spent so much time out of the house that she only saw him when he crawled into bed beside her in the early hours of the morning, and he was gone a few hours later when she woke up.