Summary: Tom knows you had something to do with the victims disappearance and its driving his crazy that you don’t crack easily
Pairing: Detective!Tom x reader
Warning: Murder?? Sexual innuendos, Cops
Word Count: 1412
Note: Based off the song no body no crime by Taylor Swift. This idea came to me in the shower and like I do with all my writings I wrote this when I was half asleep. Anyway ACAB
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You sat in the dark room. The only light coming from the small window to your left. They had you seated facing the mirror, but you knew they were watching from the other side. Just waiting for you to crack. One small slip up and this case would be solved.
Thankfully you were smart. You kept your composure as you waited for the two detectives to come in. It wasn't long till their return. Talking amongst themselves as you sipped your water.
Soon they turned to you getting ready to start the interview. "Ma'am my name's Tom and this is my partner Harrison" he was eager to start the questioning you could tell by his rushed introduction. "Let's just get to the point I know you had something to do with it" He spoke. His British accent was exceptionally rare for the small southern town you lived in.
Your eyes shifted to the man beside him who was hesitant compared to his partner. You could tell he didn't entirely agree with Tom. "Im sorry detective but you call me up here at 9 in the morning and tell me I have something to do with a crime that I'm completely unaware of" you faked your voice trying your best to sound completely oblivious to what was happening.
He scoffed looking as his partner before looking back at you. "Oh please. You're telling me you have no idea about Gus Armstrong's disappearance"
"Oh that" you sighed, "well then you're wrong because I had nothing to do with it". You wanted to smirk but kept a straight face.
"Mr. Armstrong's wife went missing a couple months back" his partner finally spoke. His British accent matching his friends, "I understand Tom here questioned you about that case as well"
You watched as he opened the small folder in front of him. His eyes scanned through the interview manuscripts. You nodded your head as he pulled out a piece of paper and handed it to Tom.
"Yes Este was my closest friend I miss her dearly" They stared at you trying to determine if you were faking it. It was sincere. She was your closest friend, it nearly killed you when she went missing.
"You said that you fully believed it was her husband that was the cause of her disappearance" Harrison stated as he leaned closer trying to understand everything. You nodded your head, "yes I did and I still do. I know he had something to do with it"
Tom chuckled, "what makes you think that?"
You perked up at his sudden interest. He didn't seem to care when you sat in this same set a few weeks ago. "Este knew her husband had been cheating. The constant late nights. The new jewelry purchases. There was no question about it"
You took another sip of your water, "she was a strong woman and so she confronted him. I waited for her 2 hours at the restaurant for our usual Tuesday night dinner and wine. But when she didn't show up I knew something was wrong. When she was reported missing the next day I knew he did it. Gus always had problems with his anger. But no one believed me. No one else seemed to notice the new tires on his truck or even how his mistress moved in so quickly after the case had be closed"
You could still hear the words Tom had said to you the day the case was deemed unsolved.
“So you’re just gonna let him go” You stared at him anger filling all your senses. He sipped his coffee not having the nerve to look at you.
“Sorry Ma’am, No body No crime”
"And that's when you took matters into your own hand" Tom finally spoke. You chuckled in amusement. He truly believed he had you.
"I'm sorry but as far as I'm concerned I'm not even a real suspect. I heard most people believe it was his mistress" They both leaned back in their seats slightly disappointed that you didn't crack.
You played with the chipped polish on your nails. "Yes it really doesn't look good for her. Taking out such a large life insurance policy just days before your new husband disappears"
Harrison rolled his eyes completely irritated that he had even entertained the thought of you being the suspect. "I need some air" he rose from the table and left the room leaving just you and Tom who didn't seem to give up as easily.
"You're good" he leaned in closer to you catching eye contact. "Too good"
You smirked as he ran his hands through his hair in frustration. You loved to see a strong man get frustrated. "Tell me Holland" you got up from your seat leaning in closer as your fingers gently drawing mindless shapes over the skin on his arm. "What do you think when you see me"
He took a deep breath shifting around in his seat, "I see a woman who thinks she's in control" he grabbed your wrist pulling you even closer. Your faces are only inches away from each other as he whispered in your ear. His grip on your wrist was firm but not tight enough to hurt you. "I'm the one in charge here now sit your pretty ass down and confess"
You smiled taking your time as you sat down in your chair again. "I'm usually on my knees when I do a confession" you teased loving the fact that you can work him up with just your words.
He took another deep breath wanting nothing more than to see you on your knees. "Where were you two nights ago?" he asked hoping that staying on subject would stop his filthy imagination.
You sighed crossing your arms as you leaned back in your seat. "Like I said before I was with Este's sister"
It wasn't a complete lie. You had been with her that night just not the whole time. "Yeah well im having some officers go confirm that for me" he spoke as he looked through the file once more. You couldn't help but stare at the long bruised covered fingers that tapped mindlessly on the table. Your head fills with lust filled thoughts as you try to regain your composure. Only moving your eyes once he looked at you
The room remained silent as you both stared at each other. You enjoyed watching Tom try and keep his cool. He enjoyed watching how effortlessly you were able to trick everyone. He found it sexy.
Harrison returned shaking his head. "Well her alibi checks out" he turned to you. "I'm sorry for any problem we've caused"
You stood up slowly, your eyes still attached to Tom. "Well officer I'm afraid you've got a mistress to arrest" Tom didn't want to watch you exit, leaving him alone with his filthy thoughts
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You waited until the case was closed to show your face around Tom again. It was at the town's yearly festival. He sat on the bench sipping his tea watching the floats drive down Main St.
You sat down next to him not saying anything just enjoying the silence. He spoke first, "Case went unsolved"
His voice was blunt yet quiet as if he only wanted you to hear. You took a sip of your own coffee enjoying the breeze. You knew it drove him crazy. You hadn't intended to do it but you did enjoy the way he was so frustrated by the case.
Minutes of silence went by before you decided to end his torture. The case was closed after all. You sighed, "my daddy made me get a boating license when I was 15"
His head shot towards you but he stood silent wanting to hear more, "I've cleaned enough houses to know how to cover up a scene"
It was sort of comical how the rest of the world seemed to be happy outside of the small bubble you both created on that bench. "Good thing Este's sister swore she was with me"
You took a sip of your coffee watching as his mouth fell open slightly. You both sat quiet as you gave him time to process. "Why are you telling me this?" He asked. If you hadn't been so close to him you wouldn't have heard him speak.
You chuckled finishing up the last of your coffee before getting up. Turning to him slowly, "No body No crime"
summary: she’s the daughter of the biggest, baddest mobster in the world, he’s the detective hired to bring them down. but if they play their cards right, will they end up coming to an agreement or does it turn into a hunt for the other? not my gif!
warnings: mob!au, detective!au, language, violence, shooting, blood, death (if you’re sensitive to these subjects, please skip over!) & a little fluff towards the end
words: 2.4k
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the door slammed behind him as he tossed the keys to his apartment behind him. he knew he wasn’t going to get anywhere with you knowing what he knew and he wished he hadn’t given himself up, wished he didn’t fall for your games and tricks.
he walked into his living room, going towards the small cart he kept the bottles of alcohol on. he grabbed a glass before pouring himself a glass of scotch. he took it down in one swig, ignoring the burning feeling in the back of his throat.
meanwhile, you were sat in your father’s office, sitting in the seat across from him.
“he knows?” your father asked, raising his eyebrows.
“i guess so,” you shrugged,”don’t quite know how he managed to follow me, but he did.”
“he’s smart,” your father said,”but you’ve always been smarter. what happened?”
you let out a sigh, getting up from the chair,”i don’t know, i guess i never thought he’d go as far as tracking my every move.”
“he wants us in custody, y/n,” your father began before letting out a cough,”he’s going to do whatever he can to accomplish his mission.”
you walked to the table filled with different alcohol bottles, picking up the dark red wine and a glass. you stood, pouring a drink before turning around to face your father.
“he followed me to mexico city, big deal,” you shrugged,”it’s not like he knows that i got the files richard wants.”
before he could answer, the sound of static made its way out of the speakers of the walkie talkie,”boss, are we expecting any friendlies?”
you furrowed your eyebrows, looking at your father as he wore the same expression.
you pressed down the button on the side, talking into the device,”we shouldn’t be.”
before you could get an answer back, a loud explosion caused the whole house to shake. you felt your heart drop before you dropped your wine glass, spilling it onto the plush white rug under you.
“we’ve gotta go, right now.” you said, moving quickly to help your father out of the room and to the safe room downstairs. you moved quickly down the steps, pushing your father as fast as you could, but you weren’t quick enough. the door to the large house was kicked in before you could get down the rest of the steps.
you watched as men filled the foyer, guns pointed at the two of you. you raised your arms, showing you were unarmed, as did your father.
“on your knees!” the one in front said, you looked at your father who nodded. with one smooth motion, you pulled the gun from the back of your tight jeans, quickly shooting the four men that stood in the foyer. you were too caught up in your adrenaline that you didn’t realize your father had fallen back, laying down on the stairs as he held his abdomen.
you looked behind you, instant fear coursing through your body as you kneeled, applying pressure to your father’s wound. you let tears roll down your cheeks, heart beating so hard you thought it was going to break free from under your ribs.
“dad,” you said,”stay with me, alright?”
he groaned,”take care of them for me, alright?”
“no, don’t!” you practically yelled. when your father leaned up, caressing your cheek in his hand, you knew it was time.
“you’re going to be a great leader, y/n. i know it,” he groaned one last time as you bit back the sobs that were threatening to escape your throat,”you’re smart, you remind me of your mother.”
you sniffled, holding his hand as blood covered the both of your hands,”i love you, dad.”
“i love you too, pumpkin.” he said, letting out a cough as he slowly leaned back. you watched as your father took his last breath, dying under your touch. you let out a soft sob, leaning your head down.
the sound of a gun cocking behind you caused you to raise your head, swallowing as you turned your head. you met a pair of ice cold blue eyes, causing you to freeze in your spot.
“give me the file, and i’ll consider letting you live.” his voice was as cold as his eyes. with fear raging through your body, you stood up, knees shaky as you made your way up the steps slowly. the man behind you pushed your forward, causing you to stumble.
“get a move on!”
you quickened your pace, feeling the cold metal of the gun pressed to the back of your head. you made your way to the office and to the safe, putting in the combination before retrieving the file.
the man snatched it out of your hand before hitting you so that you fell to your knees. you let out a shaky breath as he held the file in his hands. you watched as he skimmed through it before locking his eyes with yours again.
“don’t even think about trying to get this back,” he warned,”or you’ll end up with your father.”
you nodded, complying out of fear. you almost wanted to punch yourself for letting fear control you, but you couldn’t help it.
the man walked out of the room, leaving you as you sat down in front of the desk, back pressed against it as you covered your mouth and let out a sob. you never knew what rock bottom felt like until now.
it felt like hours until you had cried yourself to sleep, your pounding head finally going to ease as you drifted off.
tom’s phone buzzed on his coffee table, causing him to sit up as he put his glass down. he slid the answer button over, pressing the phone to his ear.
“it’s almost two in the morning, chris, what’s so important that it can’t-“
he was cut off by the voice on the other end of the line,”there’s been a shooting at the y/l/n house, we’re heading there now. figured you should know.”
tom quickly moved to his feet, grabbing his jacket off the back of the couch before making his way to the door, grabbing his keys before heading out.
“i’m on my way.” he said, hanging up the phone before he made his way to his car. he was quick to get in the new model mustang, closing the door behind him before speeding off down the street.
it didn’t take him long to reach the house, thankful to reach the scene before the patrol car. he made his way to the front of the house, seeing your dead men laying across the grass. as he walked up the front of the steps, he stepped over more dead bodies.
once inside, he passed the men you had shot. once he got to the stairs, he saw your father’s dead body, causing him to cuss under his breath. he leaned down, checking for a pulse. when he didn’t feel one, he sighed softly, making his way up the steps.
where were you?
he made his way through every room, looking for you. when he finally reached the office, it made sense to him. he looked around the room, spotting the open safe and your sleeping, blood covered body on the floor in front of the desk.
he leaned down, touching your shoulder. you jolted awake, his eyes scanning yours as they filled with fear; something he had never seen before. you calmed down once you realized it was him.
“hey, hey,” he said,”it’s me, it’s alright.”
his accent was like the light in the dark. you thought you’d never be happy to see him.
“i can’t believe i’m saying this,” you mumbled,”but i’m so fucking happy to see you.”
he let out a chuckle,”nice to see you, too, darling.”
he helped you to your feet, wrapping his arm around your body as the other draped around his shoulder.
“you can’t stay here.” he said, carrying you down the steps. you let out a sigh.
“i know.” you said, letting him take you wherever he had planned. you were too weak to care, not caring if he was going to lock you up, not caring if he was going to dump you in a ditch somewhere.
but tom would never do that.
tom opened the passenger door to his mustang, placing you down in the seat before closing the door. you watched as he got in the driver’s seat, starting the car as it let off a loud hum.
you watched as he pulled away from the house, driving as he passed the oncoming patrol cars down the street. it was then that you realized what he had done and you couldn’t help the small smile that fell on your lips.
the car stopped after a while as he parked it outside a nice looking apartment building. he made his way to the passenger door, opening it and helping you out of the car and inside, making his way to his floor.
he fished the keys out of his pocket before pushing the door open, closing it behind him as he led you to the couch. you sat on the cushion, looking out the large windows as the city lights shone back at you. you heard him messing in the kitchen, but you couldn’t care less about what he was trying to do.
he came back with a white mug, handing it to you. you smiled softly, taking the warm mug out of his hand. you brought it to your lips, taking a sip as the hot tea caused you to calm down and ease your nerves.
“mind telling me what happened?” he asked.
you let out a sigh,”it was him. he came for the file.”
tom’s eyebrows shot up,”i thought he was in cancún?”
“that makes two of us.” you mumbled, taking another sip of the tea. he sighed, rubbing his face.
“i’m sorry about your father,” he said,”and your men.”
you nodded, swallowing,”thank you.”
he nodded before slapping his thighs, standing up,”well, i think that you should stay here for a while. they won’t be able to find you here, you’ll be safe.”
you looked around,”this is your place?”
he nodded,”y-yeah.”
you nodded, the interior decorating looked like it had been done professionally, making you giggle to yourself. you put the mug of tea down on the glass coffee table, standing as you looked at tom.
“do you mind if i use your shower?” you asked, knowing that asking seemed silly because he basically told you that you were going to be living with him, but he saved you from jail time, the least you could do was be polite.
he nodded,”yeah, i’ll show you.”
you followed him down the hallway before he opened the door, turning the light on.
“the farther you turn left, the hotter the water gets,” he explained,”towels and washcloths are under the sink, and, oh- one second.”
he left you as you stood in the bathroom, taking in the surroundings. you heard drawers and closet doors opening and closing, and a few seconds later tom had returned with a pair of sweatpants and a sweatshirt.
“feel free to borrow these,” he said,”i don’t think you’ll be comfortable sleeping in a pair of skinny jeans and a leather jacket.”
you chucked, taking the clothes from him. you had no idea why he was being so nice when all you were was cold to him, but you were thankful for it, nonetheless.
he smiled at you calling him by his first name,”oh, and uh, the spare room is across the hall. make yourself at home.”
you nodded,”thank you, for everything.”
he nodded,”goodnight, y/n.”
you smiled softly,”goodnight, tom.”
he smiled before walking off to the living room, cleaning up the small mess before heading to bed himself. you closed the bathroom door, turning the shower on before undressing and stepping in, letting the warm water relieve the pain in your aching muscles.
the blood washed from your hands, spilling to the white tile of the shower before being swallowed by the drain. you let out a shaky breath, rubbing your face before you washed your body and your hair.
you stepped out, drying off your body with a towel before changing into the clothes tom had given you. the grey sweatpants were a little too big, as the maroon hoodie swallowed your frame.
the hoodie smelled strongly of men’s cologne, causing you to smile as you breathed in the scent. whatever cologne he wore, it smelled like heaven.
you quickly put the towel and washcloth in the hamper, grabbing your dirty clothes and walking across the hallway quietly to the spare bedroom. you placed the dirty clothes on the dresser before laying back on the bed, head hitting the pillows.
you let out a soft sigh as the memories began flowing through your brain again. you felt the hot tears fall down your cheeks as the scene of your father dying replayed in your head. you quickly sat up, rubbing your face.
you had a mental war with yourself before finally climbing off the bed and making your way to the open door of tom’s room. he was laying awake, staring at the ceiling. you knocked gently, catching his attention as he spotted you in the doorway.
“can’t sleep?” he asked, putting his arms under his head to give him leverage. you shook your head, a small sniffle leaving your nose. you usually weren’t this vulnerable, which made you feel even worse about yourself.
tom frowned before kicking the covers off and walking to you. he saw the tears flow down your cheeks as he brought his warm, soft hand up to brush them away before pulling you into his body.
you were overcome with the same scent of the hoodie, nuzzling your face into his shoulder as you silently sobbed. he rubbed small circles into your back, trying his best to comfort you.
“c’mon, love.” he said, voice soft and sweet like honey as he lifted you up, your legs wrapping around his torso. he carried you to the large bed, laying you down before joining you in the bed and under the covers.
he pulled you closer into his front, your face nested under his chin. you breathed in, letting his scent comfort you.
Warnings: murder, death, violence, cursing, blood, angst, descriptions of dead bodies
Notes: This an interactive series! At the end of each part there will be a link to a survey where you can say who you think has done it. Taglist is also open.
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Lord Downey. An extremely rich and powerful man with control in all things business related. If you needed a specific job done, as strange as it may possibly be, Lord Downey had a person for it. Among this large group of business associates stood the circle of people who were closest to him. The people he was willing to help at the drop of a hat.
Tom Holland, detective extraordinaire that has been hired by Lord Downey for protection during this week-long vacation to his private island. Detective Holland and Lord Downey have worked together on many occasions and for various reasons. Tom is the only person Lord Downey truly trust with his large fortune.
However, the week-long trip at Lord Downey private island takes a turn for the worst when bridges are burned and secrets are revealed. Tensions only rise as someone is mysteriously murder. Was it a crime of passion, money, or revenge? Time will only tell, but for now let’s meet our guest.
Or should we say suspects?
Y/N Y/L/N. Lord Downey’s niece who had a taste for the finer things in life. She presents herself as an innocent girl just having fun and making mistakes along the way. Don’t let this act fool you for she isn’t as innocent as she seems.
Harrison Osterfield, the protege of Lord Downey. Groomed by the Lord to be just as good in business as him. He is set to take over all his business affairs when the Lord passes, but his heavy spending habits have begun to make people suspicious. Has this gossip reached Lord Downey?
Jacob Batalon, a man who has had it rough his whole life. Lord Downey has helped out of a lot of sticky situations, but is done giving him second chances. Jacob is attempting to a better man, but that won’t make his gambling debt disappear overnight.
Zendaya Coleman, a renowned lawyer around the world. She has helped Lord Downey with a fair share of legal trouble and in return Lord Downey has given her information needed to set free some of her biggest clients. Without his help she wouldn’t have gotten anywhere with her practice.
Harry and Sam Frost, brothers and co-owners of a successful business that they built on the backs of other people’s hard work. They rely heavily on the money that Lord Downey invest in their company and the loss of it could destroy their business.
Letitia Wright, a doctor respected for her incredible work in medicine. She worked with Lord Downey regarding a new miracle drug she was working on. Dr. Wright is known for having a drinking problem but it has never interfered with her work. Or has it?
Laura Harrier, an aspiring actor that was discovered by Lord Downey. Laura and the Lord have been discussing a big movie role that could really launch her career, but she doesn’t really need Lord Downey’s help. Or does she?
Tony Revolori, a general with a dark past. He never speaks about his time in the field, but he always carries a gun around with him. Consequences of his past actions haunt him. Will this vacation help relax his paranoid mind or set it ablaze?
FEBRUARY FLASH FIC [OR DRABBLE OR FICLET] - Day 15 - silence
He woke with an odd ache in his chest, and the feeling that something was going to happen in the course of the day that he wouldn’t enjoy, not by a long shot. He hoped it would just be the typical things that made him mutter darkly under his breath: his partner abandoning him to do all the processing and paperwork, a surprise departmental review, or all the chocolate once again being gone from the vending machine closest to his desk.
Somehow, as he blearily rolled from under the sheet to sit on the side of the bed and rub sleep from his eyes, he knew he wouldn’t be that lucky. The day had not started out right, though in every aspect he could pinpoint, except this surety of feeling, this morning was the same as any other.
His gran, had he called her instead of spending an extra few minutes in the shower with the water scalding his skin, would have told him he was putting too much faith in what probably was remnants of a dream. She’d’ve told him to brush it off and face the day ready to take on whatever the world decided to throw at him.
Shoulda called her after lunch after he’d dropped that blob of mustard on his pants, another stain to hope to hide in the darkness of the material, and another sobering domestic call came through. Some days just weren’t good days - she would’ve assured him, with the gentle sound of her porch wind-chimes tinkling in the background - and then she would’ve asked him once more when he planned on bringing a girl around for her to coo over. When he met one worthwhile, would’ve been his answer.
But he hadn’t called her. Tomorrow, he told himself. Tomorrow he’d do better than call her, even, and go over and see her. They’d sit and talk, and all the while he’d revel in her surety that the world wasn’t as bleak as he saw it to be. She was a wonder of a woman, that way, and could talk him out of nearly every funk.
If he had been driving rather than David, who had scored a whole ten points lower in defensive driving but whose turn it was because it was the third Friday of the month, maybe then they wouldn’t have watched with increasing concern as the car they were tailing picked up speed, darting through the residential areas with mounting recklessness. Maybe the chase wouldn’t have resulted. They wouldn’t have ended up in a pursuit that took them careening back into the city and calling for backup.
He wouldn’t have watched, tight lipped, as David attempted to end the chase by clipping the back corner of the beige car. They wouldn’t have watched it lose control and spin wildly across the lanes of oncoming traffic, skidding to a stop in the lot of a petrol station.
With backup on the way they could have parked and held a safe distance, but a single glance at one another cemented their course of action, and his day. One moment they were in their vehicle, the next they were out - shouting directions to onlookers who had yet to react and orders for the four in the beige car to follow, in an attempt to deescalate the situation.
Because of the day, because once things start going wrong they keep going wrong, the four in the sedan don’t do the smart thing and listen. They start shooting, which is when the crowd begins to listen and disperse, seeking shelter wherever they can find it.
A flash of a blue uniform catches his eye, someone in the petrol station shepherding people towards the back of the store. No gawking at the windows. A fellow first responder? Not armed, clearly, but he’ll take all the help he can get at the moment. He can’t tell his heartbeat from the sirens, so no telling how close their backup is.
That’s when David jerks and goes down, hard. There’s no way to reach his partner without abandoning the firefight and diving through the interior of their car, and that’s not an option he’s desperate enough to consider. Yet. He just has to hang on till backup arrives on the scene. Just has to keep those four contained.
But. Wait. There’s one... Something whizzes past his ear. Quickly. Count them faster. Two. Three. Where’s the ---
He’s tagged hard enough to spin him 180 degrees before he falls. In his rush to find the fourth man he’d presented himself as a target, an opportunity they hadn’t missed. On his back and reeling, his lungs scream for air but his body refuses to obey. He’d failed. Failed David, himself, the public, his gran... That hurts the worst. The thought that she’s going to have to clean out his place, and suffer through another funeral, though this time without him there to support her.
He lets out a groan along with the last bit of breath his lungs had to offer, surprising himself with the automatic inhalation of air that occurs right after. It’s not comfortable by any means, but he’s not dead. Not dead, just hit. Hit and damned miserable about it.
Of course the longer he lays like this on the ground the greater the odds that he’ll wind up the former.
Right about the time he’s talked himself into reaching a tentative hand up to explore the expanse of his vest he hears someone approach, talking fast in jargon he recognizes. A paramedic. That flash of blue he’d seen in the interior of the petrol station, guiding people towards safety and away from the hot zone.
She’s off duty, rattling off the status of the scene and the injuries she can see with a practiced air.
Somehow knows his name?
On his vest. Right.
Damn, he blinks his eyes open and swallows a silent prayer. Damn he’s glad she’s here.
[Ok so clearly I have a thing for uniforms. Oh yea, no, I definitely didn’t torture myself with this one. Nope. Policeman!Tom or detective, or however you want to consider him and the paramedic that are forced together through a shared experience. What was it they said in the movie Speed, though? Romances created in stressful situations hardly ever work out? .... anyway... Have an idea for a February Flash Fic(let or drabble or prompt)? Let me know!]
summary: she’s the daughter of the biggest, baddest mobster in the world, he’s the detective hired to bring them down. but if they play their cards right, will they end up coming to an agreement or does it turn into a hunt for the other? not my gif!
a/n: welcome to the first official part of ‘ace of spades’! i hope you guys enjoy! also, please note that the teaser to this series was the beginning of this chapter. the teaser portion are the italicized parts, the rest of this chapter will be in regular font. updates for this series will be every other saturday!
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the sound of your red bottomed heels echoed down the hallways, sending chills down his spine. he had no idea how he had gotten himself in the predicament, he had made all the right moves, of course, but she always seemed to be one step ahead.
he could taste the metal of his blood in his mouth, his lip busted from trying to take down your men. he should’ve known better. he’s been training to bring you down for what felt like decades, taking him years to understand the ins and outs on how you operated.
the metal door opened before one of the guards slammed it shut with a solid thud. the sound of you picking up the metal chair across him filled his ears, listening to you put it down in front of him as his eyes were closed.
he opened his eyes, coming in contact with the beautiful, but poisonous, woman in front of him. you smiled, looking into his big, brown eyes. you let out a sigh, leaning forward and ripping the metallic colored duct tape from his mouth, exposing his busted lip to the cold, crisp air.
“oh, tommy,” your voice was like music to his ears, but he didn’t dare express it,”what did you get yourself into now?”
“you’re not going to get away with this.” tom warned, not wanting to push too far as he remembered what happened last time. he still had the scar to prove, which sent more chills down his spine as he thought about it.
“get away with what?” you asked, cocking your head to the side,”giving you a busted lip? or is there something you think you know?”
tom sighed. he knew you were right, if he did tell you what he knew, he’d lose all his progress in the case that he had worked so hard to get. you sent him a smile, looking at him, waiting for him to answer.
“cat got your tongue, tommy?” you asked, his breathing hitching as you leaned forward. he took a deep breath, nothing but the smell of your expensive perfume filling his nose and his lungs as he breathed you in.
“tell me, babe,” you said,”what is it that you think you know?”
tom groaned internally, knowing that he was screwed.
“i don’t know what you’re talking about.” he simply answered, hoping to get away with playing dumb, but he knew you’d never buy into it. you were way too smart to believe it, you always had been. you had learned his ins and outs just like he had with yours. you learned every single one of his moves, always putting you on top in this cat and mouse game the two of you played.
“tom,” you sighed,”it’d be so much easier if you cooperated.”
“i don’t know anything.” he said.
“then why’re you here? to visit?”
“would it be such a bad thing?” he asked, a small smirk playing at his lips. you smiled, seeing that he had a few tricks up his sleeve. when you first dealt with tom, he was like a lost puppy, screaming for someone to let him free, but as the two of you interfered with each other more and more, he learned to be more slick, learning a couple things from you as he played your game.
“you can visit me whenever you want, tommy, you know that.” you smiled, putting a hand on his chest. you felt his heart rate pick up under the fabric of his blood stained button up.
“might have to take you up on that, darling.” he said, his accent rich in your ears. you felt your stomach twist as the word ‘darling’ rolled off his tongue effortlessly.
“so,” you said, moving back on track,”are you finally going to tell me why you’re here?”
“i know it was you,” he confessed,”in mexico city, the dealing with the drug cartel.”
you knew what he was talking about, but you didn’t dare to let him know that he was right.
“hmm,” you hummed,”don’t remember being in mexico city, it’s drawing a blank on me.”
“just confess and it’ll all be over, you and i both know that.”
“and risk losing everything my father has worked for?” you asked, scoffing,”over my dead body.”
“work with me, y/n,” he said,”you and i both know we can bring down richard as long as we work-”
“i don’t work with you,” you said, leaning close to his face,”i don’t work with anyone. i work alone, i’m a lone wolf, whatever the hell you want to call it i don’t care. just know, that i, y/n y/l/n, does not work in partners. do i make myself clear, holland?”
he nodded, meeting your eyes,”i understand.”
you leaned back, giving a look to the guards behind tom. they took the knife, cutting the rope from his wrists as he sighed in relief. you got up from your seat, pulling him up out of his by the tie loosely tied around his neck.
“don’t get in my way,” you said,”got it?”
he nodded, swallowing as his adam’s apple moved,”yes.”
you nodded, letting go of the fabric as he stumbled back. he was quick enough to catch himself,”good.”
you straightened out his tie, patting his shoulders before sending him a fake smile.
“goodnight, holland.”
“goodnight, y/n.”
“boys,” you motioned to the guards,”show him out.”
the same guard from earlier pushed open the door, letting you walk out as your heels clicked along the same tile flooring. tom watched as you walked away, remembering the strictness in your voice when you said you didn’t do partners. he had never seen a look like that in your eyes before, and if he was being totally honest with himself, it scared him.
“c’mon, buddy, let’s go.” and with a strong push, tom was being walked out the door he had barged in just under an hour ago.
summary: she’s the daughter of the biggest, baddest mobster in the world, he’s the detective hired to bring them down. but if they play their cards right, will they end up coming to an agreement or does it turn into a hunt for the other? not my gif!
warnings: mob!au, detective!au, language, violence, a little bit of fluff, subtle smut, uhm, i think thats it?
words: 2.5k
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your screaming is what pulled tom from his dreamland, causing him to push the covers off quickly as he ran to the spare bedroom where you were. you were sitting up, drenched in sweat as you breathed heavily. tom was quick to sit by you, pulling you into his body as you held onto his bicep tight.
“what happened, y/n?” he asked, brushing the piece of hair that had stuck to your sweaty forehead from your face, pushing it behind your ear. you breathed in, looking up as you met his comforting brown eyes.
“it was a dream,” you said to him, but more to yourself as you reassured yourself that you were safe with tom,”he got me and he tied me up and made me watch him kill you and it was all so much and i-“
tom cut you off,”it was just a dream, y/n. i’m okay, you’re okay. he’s not here. we’re safe.”
“tom, i’m scared for tomorrow.” you said as he thought about the flight the two of you had booked to cancún earlier, a plan in motion to go and get the stolen file.
“i know, darling,” he said,”but i’m gonna be with you, and i won’t let anything happen to you, alright?”
you nodded as you leaned back into his chest, his hands somehow ending up intertwining with yours. your heart was beating against your ribs like a drum, a weird feeling settling in your stomach. the familiar smell of the armani cologne was enough to pull you out of your panicked state.
“tom?” you asked.
“hmm?” he hummed from behind you. you turned to look at him, his eyes meeting yours. something about the way he looked in the dark, nothing but the city lights shining in through the windows, it made your heart stop.
you didn’t respond, but you let your hand travel into his hair, making him flutter his eyes closed. to say that you thought tom was attractive was correct, you thinking of him that way since he first stepped into your house ready to take you down.
your hand grazed gently over his cheeks, the fresh stubble pricking softly at your fingertips. he exhaled comfortably, letting you touch him. he grabbed your wrist, pulling it towards him as he kissed your palm. you smiled, turning so that you were now straddling his torso. you ran your fingers down his clothed chest, feeling his heartbeat under his plain white t-shirt. he watched your every move, almost lulled to sleep at how soft your touches were.
you grabbed his arms, putting them on your hips. his fingertips grazed the skin under your grey t-shirt, his hands soft as they traced patterns into your hips.
you leaned down, forehead pressing against his as he licked his lips. you smiled, grabbing his face in one hand as the other rested on his bicep.
“what’re we doing?” you finally asked yourself, realizing what you had been doing for the past couple minutes. he probably felt uncomfortable, which made your cheeks warm as you looked down at your hands.
“i don’t know,” he said grabbing your hands and putting them on his chest,”but keep doing it.”
you smiled as he smiled back at you, knowing that a whole intimate relationship was something new for you to discover.
“you don’t want this,” you said, pulling slightly away,”trust me, you can do a lot better than whatever kind of mess i am.”
he shook his head,”i like a challenge.”
you rolled your eyes,”you won’t like this one.”
“y/n-“
“tom, i'll hurt you.” you whispered. tom shook his head, not wanting to hear it.
“you’re not going to hurt me,” he said,”trust me, darling.”
you swallowed, looking back at the cute boy with tears threatening to spill over your eyes. you leaned forwards, grabbing his face in your hand as you connected your lips with his.
he kissed you back, pulling you a little closer before you pulled away,”i’m sorry-“
“don’t be.” he cut you off, a smile on his face. a smile broke out onto yours before he leaned forward, connecting your lips again. you let your senses take over as his warm tongue slipped into your mouth, kissing you deeper than anyone has ever kissed you.
“tom,” you breathed out as he peppered kisses along your neck and collar bone. you never pictured moving this way with tom, but you’d be damned if you didn’t like it. you slipped the t-shirt over his head, tossing it onto the carpet as your fingers trailed his naked torso, going over each and every indent in his abs.
he smiled down at you,”like what you see?”
you chuckled, shoving his shoulder which made him fall back onto the mattress. you climbed on top of him, working at the drawstring of his sweatpants as you rugged them down and around his ankles, letting him kick them off. he worked on undressing you, stripping you of your t-shirt and boxers of his you and stolen to use as sleep shorts. he chuckled as you placed kisses on his face, the two of you only left in your underwear. his hand slipped towards the waistband of your underwear, pushing down before reaching your-
“y/n, we landed, come on, wake up.” you heard tom’s voice. you opened your eyes and looked around, seeing that you were on a plane. you shook your head, standing up as you followed tom off the plane and to baggage claim, grabbing your suitcases before getting an uber to the hotel.
so it was just a dream? if it was a dream, why tom?
you sat in the car in complete silence, not wanting to tell him about the weird dream you had on the plane here. you looked out the window instead, staring back at the beauty that the city had to offer.
“here you are.” the driver said, pulling up to the hotel. tom smiled and thanked him, paying for the cab. you also thanked the driver, getting out of the car to grab your bag.
when you got out, tom already had it in his hand,”c’mon, darling.”
you smiled softly at him, following him into the hotel. you looked around, smiling at the beautiful hotel you were standing in. tom checked you in, going to the desk to get the keys to the room. he returned and flashed the cards to you, making you smile.
“god, i could use a nap.” you sighed, pressing the up button on the elevator. tom chuckled next to you.
“says the one who slept the whole flight.” he smirked and you rolled your eyes.
“yeah,” you mumbled, getting into the elevator as the doors opened,”but i don’t know, it was a weird dream.”
he frowned, pressing the button to go up to your floor,”wanna talk about it?”
you shook your head,”no, it’s fine. promise.”
he nodded, pulling his phone out as it buzzed in his pocket. the elevator doors opened and you were quick to step out, moving towards your room. tom followed you, wondering why you were acting strange.
you opened the door, revealing the large hotel room. you smiled, taking in the surroundings. you walked over to the balcony that overlooked the beach that was walking distance away.
you only spotted one bed in the room, and telling by the look on tom’s face, so did he.
“uhm,” he mumbled,”i can sleep on the couch or the floor, you can take the bed-“
“tom,” you cut him off,”we’ve shared a bed before. it’s okay.”
he nodded, putting the bags down on the floor. you smiled softly at the curly haired boy before sitting down on the bed.
“so, what’s the plan?” you asked, kicking your shoes off.
“well, i know a guy who said one of his guys would be at the bar tonight, so i planned on going and trying to see if we can get anything out of him.”
you nodded, reaching down into your bag,”okay, so we have some time.”
he nodded, sending you a confused look. you pulled the bikini out of your bag before moving towards the bathroom. tom’s expression stayed the same, however. you changed quickly, the white bikini showing off your body. tom’s eyebrows rose, watching as you slid a cover up over your body before stepping into a pair of sandals.
“i’m going to the beach,” you smiled, tying your hair up,”care to join?”
tom’s eyes traveled down your body, making your heart beat faster against your chest. he nodded, moving to his bag to grab his swim trunks and quickly moved to the bathroom to change.
you grabbed your sunglasses as tom stepped out, showing off his toned chest as his v-line peeked out from the top of his trunks.
you were the one staring now, watching as he pushed his curls off his forehead before slipping his sunglasses on,”ready?”
you swallowed, watching as he smirked at you before the two of you left to head towards the beach.
the slit that ran up your strappy dress caused tom to swallow, his heart missing a beat. you smiled at him, your hair framing your face perfectly.
tom offered his arm, which you took, as you walked into the bar. he couldn’t help but notice the smell of your perfume as it filled his nose, it smelled sweet and it was a smell he swore he could never get sick of.
“okay,” you whispered, leaning towards him as you stood at the table in the club, raving music overhead as people danced,”i think i’ve spotted him. 3 o’clock, red tie.”
tom subtly looked towards that area, soon spotting the man with the red tie. he had girls surrounding him, all of them gorgeous and laughing at whatever he had just told them. you took a sip from your drink, looking back at tom.
“alright, wait till the girls leave, and then we’ll go in.”
you nodded before finally deciding that you should tell tom about the dream on the plane.
“hey, can i tell you something?” you asked. tom nodded, taking a sip of his beer.
“what’s up?”
“you know that weird dream i had?” you asked, trying to stall. it wasn’t because you didn’t want to tell him, it was just you’ve never told anyone about how you felt, never talked about your emotions.
“yeah, what was it about, by the way?” he asked,”i mean, if you don’t want to tell me, it’s okay, i get it.”
you shook your head,”no, no, it’s just-“
“shit they’re gone,” tom cut you off, causing you to look over where the man was finally by himself,”tell me when we get back to the hotel room?”
you nodded as he walked away, going towards the man. you let out a sigh, drinking the rest of your cocktail with one swig,”there goes that idea.”
you moved to the back of the club, walking out a ‘staff only’ door to the back room. you checked to make sure the coast was clear. you waited for a minute before tom opened the door, pushing the man into the room with you.
“oh, shit.” he mumbled, eyes landing on you.
“well, hello to you, too.” you rolled your eyes. tom pushed him closer to you, the man stumbling over his feet before standing in front of you.
“where’s the house?”
“if i tell you, he’ll kill me.”
“do i really look like i care?” you weren’t really trying to be sweet about it.
the man made a move, and within a blink of an eye, the gun he was reaching for was in tom’s hand as he pointed it to the back of his head. you smirked, cocking your head at the man as he lifted his arms up.
“what is he? your bodyguard? fuck buddy?”
“i could be both for all you care,” tom mumbled,”now talk.”
“i’ll give you the address,” he said,”but there’s something i want in return.”
“what?” you asked.
“i think you and i both know what it is.” he said, his eyes falling to the necklace hanging around your neck. the ring sat on the chain, the same ring your father had given your mother before she died.
“no,” you said sternly,”pick something else.”
“you and i both know how valuable that ring is,” he said,”i get the ring, you get the file. it’s a fair trade.”
“i’ll give you two hundred thousand,” you said,”whatever you want except the ring.”
the man shrugged,”guess we don’t have a deal then.”
tom kicked the man in the back of the knees, making him kneel down in front of you,”if you don’t tell her, man, i’m not afraid to put this bullet in the back of your skull.”
“scare me all you want,” he mumbled,”but i’m not talking.”
you shrugged,”hmm, guess he’s useless then, huh?”
tom nodded, agreeing with you. he cocked the pistol in his hand, causing the man’s eyes to widen.
“you’re serious?” he asked, starting to panic.
“do i look serious?” you asked, leaning down to his height. the man swallowed.
“139 hazelnut avenue,” the man sighed,”there’s a gate, the code is 7382.”
you smiled,”thank you.”
tom removed the gun from the man’s head a you stood up, walking towards the door of the room. soon, the two of you were making your way towards the hotel.
once in the elevator, you let out a chuckle,”i’m so happy i could kiss you.”
tom chuckled next to you,”why don’t you?”
his words caught you off guard, but the sound of the elevator dinging cut you off before you could even say anything. you followed tom out the elevator and to the room. once the door closed behind you, tom turned to face you.
“did i hear you correctly?” you asked.
“in the elevator?” he asked, you nodded,”what did i say?”
“when i said i could kiss you and you said ‘why don’t you?’. did you mean that?”
he pushed his curls from his forehead, walking towards you,”i mean, if that’s what you want-“
you grabbed him by his tie, pulling him closer to your body. he swallowed, his confidence that he had in the elevator evaporating as he stood in front of you. you made him weak in the knees, made his heart skip a beat as he thought about you.
“you really wanna do this?” he asked, he smelled like a mixture of armani and his favorite beer, something you knew you would never grow tired of.
“yes, tom,” you smiled, grabbing his cheek in your hand,”i’m sure.”
he smiled before leaning forward and pressing his lips against yours, his warm lips soft against yours. you felt your heart thump against your ribs as his hands met your waist, his knee coming to settle between your legs.
you let out a gasp, his lips slipping from yours to continue down your neck, stopping to leave small marks. you grabbed the curls that sat on the nape of his neck.
“you’re so pretty, darling,” he said,”so pretty.”
you smiled,”you’re pretty, too, holland.”
he chuckled against your neck, grabbing your hips as you wrapped your legs around his torso for the second time, letting him carry you towards the bed. you let out a giggle, and he swore it was his new favorite sound.
summary: she’s the daughter of the biggest, baddest mobster in the world, he’s the detective hired to bring them down. but if they play their cards right, will they end up coming to an agreement or does it turn into a hunt for the other? not my gif!
warnings: mob!au, detective!au, language, violence, a little bit of fluff in the beginning :)
words: 1.2k
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the fact that tom was playing with your hair softly wasn’t what woke you up, it was his cell phone that disturbed the peace and quiet, causing him to curse under his breath. he rolled over quickly, grabbing the phone before answering it.
“hello?” he asked quietly, annoyance radiating through his voice. you stirred awake next to him, rolling over to face the british boy. he hummed into the phone before hanging it up, putting it back down onto the nightstand next to him.
“sorry i woke you.” he said and you shrugged, stretching under the covers. you looked up at his brown eyes, his pupils dilating as you looked in them. you couldn’t deny the fact that the boy made your heart skip a beat, but you two were opposites.
complete polar opposites.
“why did you come get me last night?” the question you had in your mind since he grabbed you off the floor finally rolling off your tongue. tom shifted, turning on his side to look at you.
“seriously, i’ve been nothing but cold to you since the moment you first walked into that house,” you felt your voice giving out as your vision blurred,”i-if i were you, i would’ve given up on me and left me to die.”
he shook his head, wiping the fallen tear from your cheek. you knew better than to think that tom would leave you to die. he knew that you weren’t what you always put off to be, knowing that deep down under the cold exterior, was a warm, soft soul.
“because,” he said,”you and i both know i’m not like that.”
“honestly, tom,” you sniffled,”i don’t deserve to be here.”
he shook his head,”don’t say that-“
“it’s true,” you protested,”i treated you like shit and here you are letting me live in your home because i have nowhere to go. i seriously am thankful for you, tom.”
he smiled softly at you,”of course, darling.”
it was now afternoon and the two of you were sitting in the living room. your laptop that tom had went to her earlier in the day in your lap, as his sat in his lap. you read through an old file your father had on his flash drive, which was everything he knew about richard.
“hey,” you mumbled,”what about this?”
tom shifted so he moved closer to you, his eyes going to your screen as he put where he was to the side. you started reading aloud,”an inside source once told me that he has a house stationed in cancún and another one in venice. he uses the one in cancún to keep the money and weapons in, as the one in venice holds more valuable items.”
“what does that mean?” he asked, looking up at you. you sighed, shrugging.
“means the file could be at the house in cancún or the one venice.”
“doesn’t he have a house here, too?” he asked.
“yeah, but he doesn’t stash anything here.”
“what if we don’t go in looking for the file.” tom suggested. you watched him, an eyebrow cocking.
“what, you wanna go in and hold an interrogation?” you asked, a chuckle falling from your lips. as tom stayed silent, your chuckle faded. you thought about the outcomes, and it seemed like the plan could work.
“you better hope this works.” you warned, shutting the laptop before tossing it onto the cushion next to you. you moved to the bedroom to change, quickly throwing on a pair of black jeans and a white shirt, slipping your leather jacket back on. you stepped into your heels, tying your hair up into a loose ponytail.
you stepped out at the same time tom did, spotting him in a white button up that had been tucked into a pair of grey dress pants. you smiled at him as he grabbed his keys, swinging them on his finger.
“ready?”
you smiled,”ready.”
the room was dim as the guard sat tied in the wooden chair, tugging at the rope that sat tight around his wrists that were behind his back. you sent him a fake frown, tapping your nails against the wood of the chair you sat in.
“not very talkative, huh?”
the man spit, the saliva hitting the floor just before your shoe,”go to hell!”
you stood up, walking towards the man as you grabbed his face into your hands,”this can all be over if you tell me where the files went.”
“you’re lucky i wasn’t the one who went in, cause i would’ve made sure you were dead.”
you ignored his statement, pressing harder on the file,”this is the last time i’m going to ask nicely. where is the file?”
the guard looked over at tom,”she your bitch now?”
tom stepped forward angrily, grabbing the guard by the collar and getting into his face. you backed up smirking to yourself as fear flashed in the man's eyes.
“talk about her like that again,” tom’s voice was strict,”and i’ll rip your tongue out. do i make myself clear?”
the man nodded,”yes-“
“now answer her question,” tom pressed,”where is the file.”
the man looked back and forth between you and tom, letting out a sigh before speaking up,”his house in cancún. i wouldn’t go there if i were you two, though. place is crawling with guards.”
“nothing we can’t handle.” you smiled, grabbing tom’s shoulder as he let the man in the chair go. you leaned forward, getting close to his face.
“thank you for not making me have to do it the hard way.” you smiled, walking away from him and out the door, it closing behind you.
the man looked at tom,”what would’ve been the hard way?”
“that’s something you and i both don’t wanna know, mate.” tom said before following you out the door and to his mustang. you sat on the hood of the car as tom walked out of the house, fishing the keys from his pocket.
you smiled at him,”ready to head to cancún?”
tom smiles, standing in front of you as he twirled his keys in his hand,”hm, never pictured going on a vacation with you.”
“well,” you shrugged,”i guess that’s what partners do.”
he smiled, noticing how you said ‘partners’.
he tossed the keys to you as they landed perfectly in your hand. you looked up at him, eyebrow cocking.
“well, partner,” he said,”mind driving us back?”
“not at all.” you smiled, getting off the hood as the two of you made your way into the car. you climbed into the front seat, feeling around the insanely well kept interior.
“ever driven one of these?” he asked as you started the car, the engine letting out a loud hum as it started up. you pressed slightly on the gas, causing it to rev the engine. tom smirked as you leaned down, putting the car in drive as you smiled.
“just sit back and be a passenger, holland.”
“yes ma’am.”
just as you were about to pull out from the house, your phone started to ring. you quickly pulled it out from your pocket before looking at the caller.
“who is it?” tom asked, taking in your worried expression.
summary: she’s the daughter of the biggest, baddest mobster in the world, he’s the detective hired to bring you down. but if you play your cards right, will you two end up coming to an agreement or does it turn into a hunt for the other? not my gif!
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the sound of your red bottomed heels echoed down the hallways, sending chills down his spine. he had no idea how he had gotten himself in the predicament, he had made all the right moves, of course, but you always seemed to be one step ahead.
he could taste the metal of his blood in his mouth, his lip busted from trying to take down your men. he should’ve known better. he’s been training to bring you down for what felt like decades, taking him years to understand the ins and outs on how you operated.
the metal door opened before one of the guards slammed it shut with a solid thud. the sound of you picking up the metal chair across him filled his ears, listening to you put it down in front of him as his eyes were closed.
he opened his eyes, making eye contact with the beautiful, but poisonous, woman in front of him. you smiled, looking into his big, brown eyes. you let out a sigh, leaning forward and ripping the metallic colored duct tape from his mouth, exposing his busted lip to the cold, crisp air.
“oh, tommy,” your voice was like music to his ears, but he didn’t dare express it,”what did you get yourself into now?”
“you’re not going to get away with this.” tom warned, not wanting to push too far as he remembered what happened last time. he still had the scars to prove, which sent more chills down his spine as he thought about it.
“get away with what?” you asked, cocking your head to the side,”giving you a busted lip? or is there something you think you know?”
tom sighed. he knew you were right, if he did tell you what he knew, he’d lose all his progress in the case that he had worked so hard to get. you sent him a smile, looking at him, waiting for him to answer.
“cat got your tongue, tommy?” you asked, his breathing hitching as you leaned forward. he took a deep breath, nothing but the smell of your expensive perfume filling his nose and his lungs as he breathed you in.
“tell me, babe,” you said,”what is it that you think you know?”
tom groaned internally, knowing that he was screwed.
