Warnings: Mob AU, protection arrangement, tension, implied danger
Words: 299 words
A/N: Entry for June Jukebox Scribbles over @societynsoelsscribbles
Prompt: June 25th - Rude - MAGIC!/ “Cause I know that you’re an old fashioned man.”
Steve Rogers did not look surprised to see you.
He just sat behind his desk in shirtsleeves, jacket abandoned over the back of his chair, gold cufflinks catching the low office light. Two men stood near the door. Another by the window.
“You came alone.”
“You would’ve respected me less if I hadn’t.” You answered trying to put steel in your voice.
His mouth moved, not quite a smile. “Maybe.”
You stepped farther into the room, refusing to let your fingers twist in the strap of your purse. Your shop sat three blocks east, on a corner everyone suddenly wanted. Disputed ground, as if that made the windows cheaper to replace.
“I know where my shop sits. I know what happens when people try to stay neutral too long.” You lifted your chin. “I’m picking a side.”
His eyes sharpened.
The room went quieter.
“And you picked mine?” He questioned.
“I am.” You agreed nodding.
“Why?”
You had prepared for that question. Had practised something sensible about order, reliability, reputation.
What came out was worse.
“Cause I know that you’re an old fashioned man.”
Steve’s gaze dropped briefly to your mouth, before looking you properly in the face.
“Old fashioned?”
“You believe debts should be honoured. Doors should be held. Women shouldn’t have to sweep glass off their own floor because men can’t settle business without breaking windows.”
One of his men shifted.
Steve did not.
“And what are you offering in return?”
You swallowed, but held his stare. “Loyalty. Information when I hear it. Payment if you ask.”
His smile finally appeared.
It hurt your chest how beautiful it was.
“I don’t ask women like you for payment.”
“No?” You shifted, wonderding if you’d misjudged him.
“No.” Steve stood, broad shoulders filling the room. “I ask for trust.”
always had his headphones in while running, cooking, doing just about anything
volunteers a lot, mainly to keep up appearances but part of him actually enjoys it esp if it's to do with kids
Super into pleasure dom stuff, like tying his partner up with a vibrator to their clit and a gag on and just leaving them there for a while while he watches
took self defence classes as a teen
was closest to Splinter which was a double edged sword in many ways- he got to lead his brothers in their organisation but he also feels the pressure of the legacy his father left behind and wants to achieve something of his own
Looks out for Mikey the most, he knows a little of what he's been through and feels responsible for him since he couldn't protect him from it
This guy is all about pleasing his woman, very selfless in bed and eats pussy like a champ
drink of choice is a martini with as many olives as the bartender will give him
Mob! Raph
The most selfish lover you'll ever meet but, still, somehow good in bed
loves to cook bbq but doesn't do much else, when they have a family get together you best bet he's man-ing the grill
kind of obsessed with how he looks, like super insecure so he makes up for it with fancy suits and colognes
more muscles than brains but always gets the job done
secretly very caring, like would do anything for his partner but doesn't want them to know how tight a grip they have on him
super into dominance through force and power, like size kink, rough sex type, brat taming type dom
loves to sit there and watch his partner do their makeup, like it's his fave part of going out just watching them getting dolled up
pretends to be a lone wolf but would be lost without his brothers
drinks too much
Mob! Mikey
Oh the most traumatised of the lot
and yet, kind of the sweetest in a way
absolutely insane, don't get me wrong, but sweet
wild card of a man, like you never know what you're going to get
boobs man 100% and it shows
all trauma stems back to childhood when they were trapped in an underground freakshow
good with a knife, better with a chainsaw. cutting people up for days with those things
body disposal is his part of this operation
has a sensitive side but you need to be fucking him for it to come out
genuinely looks up to his brothers and loves them so much
the type of lovers where you're tired the next morning because he wouldn't let you sleep at all
crazy sort of energy where he can just go for hours on end
Mob! Donnie
Our fave sociopath
believes in the arts very much and donates a lot to keep art programmes alive in schools
all about bondage and degradation and just putting his partner in their place when they fuck
trained, certified and registered doctor and surgeon
king of torture
never shows his emotions and is always 3 steps ahead
feels everything incredibly deeply, however. almost everything is taken as a personal slight against him. very sensitive.
very resentful, has such a chip on his shoulder from the arguments him and Splinter used to get in. feels like he has something to prove.
takes on jobs outside of his brother's organisation because he likes to get his hands dirty (and piss off Leo)
Lemme get that mob!Ari Levinson + “My tongue still remembers the way you taste.”
Mmk byeeeee
Hi baby boy 🤍 sorry it took me so long to get to this skfkcusbs I know I’m a bad friend but maybe you’ll forgive me one day. I hope this is worth it for you xoxo
Pairing: ex-husband!mob!Ari Levinson x Reader
Word count: 991
Warnings: possessive tendencies, explicit language, allusions to sexual activity
“I am not doing this with you right now, Ari. It’s our daughter's birthday for Christ sake!” You hissed through clenched teeth, doing your best to keep your anger under wraps and your voice low.
Ari was a lot of things, but you didn’t expect him to be the man who tore you away from your child’s birthday to accuse you of sleeping with another man.
Especially not when you were divorced.
“You’re not answering the question, angel.”
“That’s because I don’t have to answer your fucking question. You’re not my husband anymore and what I do in my personal time is none of your fucking business.”
The anger was overwhelming as it reached into the core of your chest. It washed over every single nerve ending in your body and lit a fire under your skin.
Were you sleeping with anyone? No—but that wasn’t the point. It was the principle of the matter by this point. Ari didn’t own you and he sure as hell couldn’t dictate what or who you did in your free time.
Instead of speaking, Ari simply tilted his head to the side as a sick grin began to spread across his lips. It took everything in your power to not reach out and slap it right off of his stupid fucking face. The cocky grin, the devilish look in his eyes—all of it only added fuel to the fire already burning inside of you.
With a huff you sighed exasperatedly as you began to stomp out of the kitchen. You didn’t have time to do this with Ari right now—your kid was about to open her birthday presents for Christ sake. Ari and his jealous, possessive tendencies were simply going to have to wait.
Before you had a chance to make your exit, Ari’s arm extended as his hand gripped the countertop—trapping your body behind his makeshift barrier. The action only enraged you further. You did your best to push through his arm, to get out of the kitchen and as far away from your ex husband as possible—but your attempts were futile.
As you turned to yell at him again, Ari swiftly and quickly moved himself so his body was caving yours against the counter. Large arms on either side of your waist as he gripped the ledge tightly. As quickly as he moved, the addicting scent of his cologne began to coat your senses. The heat from his body only added to your already rising temperature.
Your body betrayed you as you felt your eyelids grow heavy and your chest begin to rise and fall more rapidly. Flashbacks of being in this exact same position with Ari—still married and madly in love, making passionate love to one another in every room, on every surface, in every position—clouded your mind. Ari had you right where he wanted you.
“Is he better than me?” Ari’s voice was gruff but barely above a whisper. His arms tensed at your sides as he asked the question.
A war was raging within your mind—you wanted more than anything to give him his just desserts. You wanted to put him in his place, leave him speechless with his jaw dropped as he stood in your kitchen.
But he knew you all too well. Every movement, every change in your breathing pattern—each and every tell you could have—he remembered them all. Committed them to memory.
Your own fuckin body betrayed you.
“No…he’s not.” You finally spoke, swallowing hard in an attempt to soothe your dry throat.
Ari looked at you for a minute and knew instantly that you were telling him the truth. He sighed as he lifted a hand and stroked your jaw with the back of his knuckles.
“My poor, poor angel.” He mused, the tone of his voice sending a shiver down your body and straight into your aching pussy. “Nobody to take care of you now that I’m gone, hmm?”
You chose not to speak. Your voice would only let you down. Instead you maintained a steady eye contact and did your best to slow your breathing.
“Why don’t you let me take care of you?” Ari’s eyebrow quirked upwards as he caught the way your breath hitched in your throat at the proposal.
Slowly, Ari leaned in and brushed his beard against the sensitive skin of your neck. Following shortly after, his lips pressed over your pulse point and you could feel the way your knees buckled underneath you.
“What do you say, angel?” Ari’s voice melted into your ears like honey—his strong hands finding purchase on your hips, thumbs stroking the exposed skin from under your shirt softly.
“I’ve got a map in my mind of this perfect body. My lips still know exactly what to do. My tongue still remembers the way you taste.”
Each statement was punctuated by a sloppy kiss to your neck.
Your resolve was breaking piece by piece as a low moan tumbled from your lips before you had a chance to stop it.
“Cmon, angel. What do you say? One time…for old time’s sake?” Ari picked up his head and cupped your cheek in his large, calloused hand.
Your heart felt as though it was going to burst through your chest wall. As you stared at him, your mind continued to race. Every brain cell still present cursed at you—begged you to save yourself from this torture.
Instead, your mouth opened before your brain had a chance to catch up.
“After the birthday party, she’s going to stay with my parents for the night. I’ll be here…alone.”
Clearing your throat you pushed his arm from your body and began walking back to the party—doing your best not to topple over on your wobbly legs.
You could feel Ari’s stare on your back as you walked into the backyard and that little voice in your head—disappointed but not surprised.
“Bitch, what the fuck are you getting yourself in to?”
A GAME OF DIAMONDS AND HEARTS // H.O. // SERIES MASTERLIST
(Frenemies to Lovers! Mob AU!) Harrison Osterfield x Fem!OC
Series Warning: Mentions of Death, Angst, Blood, Violence, Guns, Knives, Gambling, Smut* (Chapters with smut will be marked specifically), Jerks with a heart of gold, Swearing, Hard language
Summary: After the sudden death of his uncle and the eccentric multi-millionaire mafia king Lufian Clarke, Harrison Osterfield's almost decent life is mostly devastated especially when half of what should be rightfully his fortune is transferred to their immediate rival for reasons he doesn't know. What's remaining is him trying to figure out how to deal with this collaboration of two rival corporations that don't belong together and work on the side of the woman he never knew would ever be referred to as his partner in crime while they are dragged into a mess bigger than what they were trained to handle.
>> CHAPTER LIST:
One: I felt lethal, on the verge of frenzy.
Two: The reward of sin is death? That's hard.
Three: The Gates of hell are open night and day.
Four: The life that you seek you shall never find.
Five: Man is not the master of destiny. *smut*
Six: They agreed violently and disagreed pleasurably.
Seven: Since life is but a dream, why toil to no avail? *smut*
A/N: i’m so happy with the feedback i got for the last chapter, i’m glad you guys are excited about it!!! i hope you enjoy the first proper chapter. have fun xx
NEXT CHAPTER
ingenue: generally a girl or a young woman who is endearingly innocent.
Y/N was the first one to be up, as per usual. Ever since both her and Gwen were kids she would be the first one to wake up, around sunrise, so she could climb up the attic and sit on the roof of the old country house to watch the sun light the night sky. Today, however, things were slightly different. She could see the staff of the how rush from side to side, preparing Gwen’s luggage so she could properly move into her future husband’s house and Y/N with her.
Being a handmaid to the mob’s daughter was an archaic job, most of them had switched to bodyguards after the 50′s however the Forrest family did things the old way unlike other mob families. The leader of the family in particular, Michael Forrest, was one to follow tradition by a t, which was maybe why she had ended up growing up with Gwen instead of in an orphanage. Nevertheless, being a handmaid to Gwen was something that came naturally to her, specially when most of her job was being her portable consciousness. Y/N did not blame her for her reckless behaviour, specially when she had grew up in one of the most tight knitted mob families in all of New York. However, to Y/N, the day where Gwen finally had to move in with her fiancé always seemed ages away, something that probably wouldn’t happen, a day that would never arrive. Yet, here it was.
She sighed, watching as the sun peaked from the horizon, the warmth slowly wrapping itself around her being, wondering if she would be able to do this once she was in her new home. God, her new home. She didn’t know what it looked like but from comments coming from Gwen it was far different from the shielded country house in the outskirts of New York. No, the Stan family lived a cosmopolitan hedonistic lifestyle in the Upper East side of New York where everything and everyone bowed in fear when they passed by. Yet, somehow, the family was still shrouded in mystery, specially the new head of the family, Gwen’s husband to be. She didn’t know what he looked like but rumours said he was pretty good shape, with a handsome face tainted by a scratch scar from his first kill. However, Gwen said he looked like a stereotypical rich boy.
- Y/N, are you in there? - her lips twirled into a smile as she heard a very familiar voice. She climbed down the stairs down to the attic, hugging the man who was standing there. - Gwen guessed you’d be here.
- I thought you were in California. - she smiled at Dan, Gwen’s older brother and apparent future head of the family, despite various arguments from him. He had graduated a few years ago and moving to California along with his girlfriend Beth. Y/N had always seen him as more of a older brother as he had been the one to teach her to ride a bike and the one who took her to prom when no one else did. - It’s so nice to see you.
- Yeah, dad called about Gwen moving in with Sebastian Stan, thought I had to say goodbye.
- As if Gwen will settle down. - Y/N sighed. - Besides, your father always said change was the way for an exciting life.
- If you don’t wanna go, I can speak with my father, Y/N. The Stans have pretty good security, you don’t need to be keeping an eye on Gwen.
- That’s nice of you, Dan, but I owe it to your father. - she walked from the attic and down the stairs onto the upper floor of the house. Dan followed her into her room where most of her necessary belongings were packed into a duffel bag and a flower patterned suitcase. - Besides, he can’t possibly be that bad.
- I know dad and Gwen constantly shield you from what they do, but trust me, it is not the best thing for you to go with her. The Stans are standoffish, murderous family who silence anyone and everyone who disobeys them.
- You’re being overdramatic, Daniel. People aren’t that evil. - she patted his face jokingly.
- Y/N? - Gwen peaked into her room. - The chauffeur is here.
- I gotta go. - she kissed his cheek whilst grabbing the handle of her suitcase and swinging her duffel bag around her back.
Y/N followed Gwen down the hall and down the stairs, looking at the walls of the house she’d grown up in, a tinge of nostalgia hitting her as she walked outside the door. In front of the house was a limousine with blackened windows and a man dressed like an old-time driver, holding the passenger door open with a smile. This sight was different from Gwen’s regular chauffeur’s rolling his eyes whenever he saw the two girls coming.
The heiress entered first, followed by Y/N whose luggage was politely taken away and put in the car’s boot. Inside there was a very expensive bottle of champagne which Gwen was quick to pop open and pour herself a glass as the car took off. Soon enough, the familiar environment of the sheltered home was loss and they were driving right in the Upper East Side, surrounded by designer branded shops, people carrying enough jewelry to pay for a down payment on a medium sized house. It was far different from the outskirts she was used to and Y/N wasn’t sure if she was gonna enjoy it, specially when she saw the much more modern building they were being driven to.
Gwen, as per usual, was unfazed, almost as if she wasn’t about to be married in a few months to a man she clearly felt nothing for other than pure spite. They were let into the apartment complex, Y/N’s eyes going up to look at the futuristic design with no greenery to be seen in place. In front of the main apartment stood a valet dressed in a crisp suit straight out of a Paris runway, who tipped his cap as the car came to a halt.
- Miss Forrest, welcome. - the valet opened the door for her who slightly turned to step onto the perfectly straight and flaw free stone of the ground, removing her sunglasses to take a better look at the man. - I’m here to escort you to the penthouse.
- A penthouse ... original. - the heiress offered the man a fake smile who opened the main door for her while Y/N stepped away from the car too, silently taking the chauffeur. - Come on, Y/N.
Few people got to enter or even be close to Sebastian, even Gwen who had been promised to him had never been to his place and now that she was, she wasn’t impressed. The man looked to follow the stereotypical powerful man playbook, at least judging by her window based, modern approach when it came to his home. Y/N on the other way was somewhat enchanted by the level of luxury surrounding her. The lift itself was padded with dark velvet material, a slight mahogany smell constantly entering her senses. The ding signalled they had arrived and as the doors opened, she realised the level of luxury Mr. Stan lived in paled to that of Mr. Forrest. The walls were windows, giving the room a perfect view of the Upper East Side and natural lighting to the dark marble floors that shone the slightest whenever the light hit it just right.
- Miss Forrest, it’s a pleasure to welcome you to your new residence. - another man perfectly dressed in a suit, hands behind his back, took a slight bow. - I assume this is your handmaid.
- I’m Y/N. - she extended her arm, smile on her face to try and mask how nervous she was but the man kept his posture, not even acknowledging her hand.
- Mr. Stan is expecting you. - Y/N looked over to Gwen, expecting it to be directed towards the heiress but as the man placed his hand on the small of her back and started leading her away from Gwen, she started to panic. - Not to worry, miss, it’s standard procedure.
- Standard procedure? - they stopped walking once they reached a big dark brown wooded door with golden handles. He didn’t say anything else, instead the man knocked on the door before holding the handle, slightly twisting it and opening the door for a small inch.
Y/N could fell her heart beat on her throat, not entirely sure what awaited her behind that door. She knew the tales, she knew the stories, Dan had told her several times what his family was capable of, what he was capable of. She remembered being a young girl and hearing about it, muffled voices from Gwen’s father’s office, death threats. Now she was about to see him for the first and it felt wrong, it felt like she would be stripping the myth away from the man.
With her hand slightly trembling, she pushed the door open to its full capacity, her eyes meeting with a figure standing behind a wooden desk covered with various papers. However, it wasn’t the amount of paperwork in the sort of small desk that surprised her, it was the man behind it. Suddenly, all she could hear was a buzz in her ears and the nerves she had before were heightened.
- M...Mr. Stan? - Y/N didn’t expect to stutter, however, that had been how her voice came out. He raised his head, stunned at the woman standing in front of him and had to fight the smile that was wanting to creep onto his face.
The daylight allowed her to study his features better than the darkness of the club. Physically, he was extremely well built with a physic belonging to a stock hero character on the silver screen, with blue eyes and light skin tainted by a small scar on his left cheekbone.
- Take a seat, Miss ... - he stood up, pointing at one of the black velvet chairs facing his desk.
- Y/N. - she replied, shyly walking over to the desk and sitting on the cold leather which greatly contrasted with her warm skin. He looked at her like a predator to a prey, examining every single detail about her complexion and demeanour. His gaze alone made her feel as if she were naked in front of him. However all he could think about was how endearingly harmless she looked in an oversized pirate styled white blouse tucked over a high waisted leather and velvet black skirt and some scratched yet somehow polished black ballerina shoes. It was a far cry from the oversized heels and dress she had been wearing the prior night. He thought it suited her better. - I’m so incredibly sorry for last night, Mr. Stan.
- Sebastian. - he corrected her, putting down the paper work he had been looking at. - Am I correct to assume you’re Gwen’s handmaid?
- Yes, sir. - Sebastian bit his lip, listening to the innocent title that escaped her mouth in the most normal of ways. - I do understand it’s a bit odd, but Mr. Forrest requested I continued to keep Gwen company and make sure she’s alright.
- A bit of an outdated job but my fiancée said you were an non negotiable employee, therefore, I guess you’re part of my staff now. I hope it is not rude to discuss salary, I’m not entirely sure how much Mr. Forrest or Ms. Forrest pay you.
- Oh, I’m not paid. I don’t expect you to pay me either, Mr. S ... Sebastian. - she corrected herself mid sentence, feeling the heat creep up her cheeks as he gave her a puzzling look.
- People who shot at Ms.Forrest will shoot you too, they’ll even shoot first. Do you mean to tell me you put your life on the line for free? - he cocked an eyebrow at her.
- Why would people shoot me? - his lips were tightened as he wondered if she even knew what the mob did and how they dealt with enemies and issues. The Forrests themselves had few enemies, mostly surviving due to smart tactics and alliances with other small mobs, however, the Stans were mostly hated by every other mob in New York that coveted their unshaken, powerful grip over the Upper East Side and its residents. Once Gwen became officially his wife, any single person who hated him would hate her too and by that, would also hate Y/N. He couldn’t help but chuckle darkly at her naiveté.
- Alright, Miss Y/N ... - he pushed a small stack of papers, stapled together with a shiny gold staple towards her. - Please sign.
- What is it? - Y/N didn’t even touch it, merely taking a quick glance. If there was something Mr. Forrest had embedded into her and Gwen was to never, ever sign something without knowing what it was.
- A contract. You’re my employee now, under my payroll, therefore I require you to sign a contract.
- I’m not gonna sign a contract without reading it. - to be truthful, she was scared to deny him. He was statuesque and confident while she was cowering in her chair. - I would like some time to read it ... maybe ask a lawyer to look over it.
- Are you negotiating with me, Miss Y/N? - he was intrigued, watching as she used the last shred of courage she had to nod her head yes. - I don’t negotiate, Miss Y/N, but since my fianceé is rather found of you ... I’ll give you a day. How does that sound?
- Thank you, Sebastian.
- You may go now. - she beamed almost like a Disney Princess, preparing herself to pick up her contract, her hand reaching the paper before his hand wrapped itself around her wrist, stopping her from taking her hand away. She squealed softly, not expecting the sudden grip on her wrist. - Tell Genevieve to come in, please.
- Yes, sir.
He loosened the grip on her wrist thus allowing her to grab her contract and almost rush out of his office, leaving him to watch her leave and close the door behind her. She was positively dewy-eyed, ingenuous even, possibly the first woman he’d met within the mob who didn’t carry a knife under her skirt or spoke with the confidence of a stone queen. She was like a little daisy in the middle of blood soaked roses. However, he couldn’t help the route his mind took whenever she called him sir.
I made a mob!Bucky Barnes moodboard for my friend @bestofbucky story Run To You. It’s my first time making something like this and I feel like it turnned out way better than most of my mood boards.
Mob!Tom Holland and Mob!Harrison Osterfield AU series
A/N: YO!!!! It’s been so long since I’ve posted anything!! I hope everyone is doing okay and is well! Due to COVID, I’ve had a lot of time on my hands!! I hope you guys are still reading and want to catch up! Talk to me, I’m free haha -Amy 💛💛💛
Word Count: 3.3K 💛
Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4
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Warnings: angsty, alcohol abuse, italics is flashback,cussing, I didn’t proofread this at all
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“Listen Haz,” he blows out another puff. The two make eye contact as the wind blows through there stiff, gelled hair. “I just want you to know that, I never intended to marry Y/N.”
Haz’s heart stops dead in his tracks as he hears his friend fessing up. He decides to take another sip at his tea, not believing what he is hearing right now.
Tom continues as the sunflowers in the back move slightly as the wind blows, the aesthetic helping the energy stay calm. The brunette clears his throat as he looks at the flowers, not being able to keep eye contact with his own best friend.
“I know you wanted her first and I just never thanked you for letting me keep her.” Tom confesses as he looks back at Haz who is already choked up.
This was a lot for for Harrison because his best friend usually never fessed up to anything. It was almost a healing process for him as well, a huge open wound that is healing slowly. It was a big deal for both of them because of the fact they have been on different wavelengths and it was like Tom wanted to fix that.
Harrison cracks a smile, “Thanks man. And I’m sorry for being a mess and thank you for being there for me.”
Tom sets down his cigar on the tea plate and nods his head, “Before we all get mushy, we have a problem..”
Tom leans forward and brings the cancer stick in between his lips, “It’s getting serious, mate.”
Haz watches his best friend in fear that he might have gotten the wrong idea about him and Y/N. There is no Y/N and I.
“What’s the problem?” Haz asks as he sits up straight in his seat.
“Well,” Tom removes the cigar from his lips. “It seems as though one of our clients up in Newcastle had a problem with one of our shipments.”
Haz then again adjusts himself in his seat while fixing his blazer collar while he responds, “What does this mean?” The seriousness of the matter still hadn’t hit the blonde as his best friend questioned his oblivion in his thoughts.
“What does this mean?” Tom replies in an almost sarcastic laugh and runs his thumb across his bottom lip. “It means that the crew’s leader in Newcastle put out a public threat against me.”
Haz nods in response, he still didn’t think much of this only because Tom ran most of the country between the gangs. He was the main guy, so he still wasn’t understanding the big deal. Tom had gotten threats before and with his status..he was untouchable.
“Alright Tom, so what do we do now? Do we send out James to do a couple of hits?”
Tom exhales deeply, releasing a puff of smoke that moves around between the two of them. “The problem is that we don’t know who is going to be hired to actually do the deed against me.”
Before Haz could even respond Tom continues, “We have an even bigger problem than that to be quite honest.”
In the blonde’s head this was wild because hits happened all the time whether it was against him or Tom or even one of the guys on their crew. It was inevitable, it was almost like a norm within the community. It was the name of the game, being marked wasn’t a secret in this lifestyle
“What is it mate, I don’t understand how being marked is a big deal, no one will touch you.”
“Y/N is marked.” Tom gets up from his seat and unbuttons his blazer. Even saying that out loud made him uncomfortable, how could he let that happen? “She’s fucking marked, Haz.”
Haz gets up from his seat and runs his hand through his hair worriedly, “What do we fucking do?”
Tom takes one more puff from his cigar, the smoke escapes his mouth as he speaks. “What we’re not going to do is tell Y/N, we can’t scare her...not before the ball.”
“Are you kidding, Tom?! Fuck the ball!”
Haz now understood why Tom was so worried. Y/N was marked and if the boss’ wife was set to be wacked then there was a huge problem. A public threat like that is usually against retaliation for Tom’s title and whatever he did to piss of the mob boss really put Y/N in danger. A public wife wack on his wife is a huge fuck you, so what was the real plan?
“The ball is what Y/N waits for every year, we- I can’t do that to her. We’ll-” He sighs. “We’ll figure out.”
“But Tom-”
A quick shove to his chest causes Haz to lose a gasp of air, he didn’t even get to finish his sentence.
“But nothing.. don’t forget your fucking place, Harrison.”
An awkward silence floats around between the two, tension so thick it could be cut with a knife.
Tom sighs, “I’m going to check on Y/N, we’ll discuss this later.” He turns his back on his best friend and begins to make his way back into his home. He felt slightly disrespected, he felt threatened and not for his throne. He knew Haz meant well but he wasn’t going to let him try to tell him how to run things.
He knew the ball could easily be canceled but he feared that Y/N would leave him. And literally cancelling a ball should be no big deal considering he is trying to save her life but this lifestyle has been an issue since they met. If she knew the reason it was getting canceled...she would leave. She almost left before.
When Y/N found about Tom’s lifestyle, the money, the notorious fame.. the killing, that was something she could never really settle in her stomache. She loved him, so she stuck by his side no matter what baggage he came with. She didn’t even know if she could live with mob wife status but she compromises with it everyday.
Tom’s back face his friend as he makes his way inside, he turns around once more to catch Haz worriedly running his hands through his locks.
In those few seconds, Tom could feel something was wrong. He wasn’t stupid or an idiot. He felt the vibe that he had walked in on between Haz and Y/N. That was something Tom wasn’t going to believe. It was something that he didn’t want to believe..even if it was a gut feeling.
“Y/N is the best thing to happen to me, I won’t screw this up...I can’t.” Tom says as he presses his lips tightly together, and then he turns his back on his friend again.
FUCK. That’s all Haz could think, did he reveal himself without even knowing? A drink would be really good right about now.
Later that night for dinner, Y/N and Tom had invited Bella and Harrison for a double date. To Y/N’s confusion, Tom insisted they stay home and would just hire a caterer for dinner. Without her knowledge, it was for her own good and safety.
Even though dinner was going to be in their home, she dressed up as if it were a fancy cocktail and not because it was because she wanted Tom to want her that night. She knew Tom wanted her every night but she had been recently hit with the baby bug.
Y/N has always wanted to be a mommy but these days she’s had baby fever. Besides, she felt like Tom would make a really good dad, and possibly leave this lifestyle that she had a love/hate relationship with. She knew it was a big ask and she herself loved the lavish lifestyle but at what cost.
She’d rather live in a flat, and be with Tom and start a family. That sounded like pure heaven to her.
As she loses herself in her thoughts while applying perfume behind her ear, she feels two arms come around her waist, “Mr. Holland, you’re terrible at trying to scare me.”
Tom lets out a breathy laugh into her neck, good chills come up her spine. “I wasn’t trying to scare you darling, I just couldn’t resist not touching you.” She turns around while in his arms, “You know Tom, tonight I was thinking we could-”
Before she could finish her sentence, he interrupts with a single kiss. “And then some?” He grins as he holds her by the waist tighter.
She nods, “Yes.. I mean always but..” She hesitates but decides to just ask. “Maybe we could work on a little Holland?”
Tom’s energy immediately changes, and she knew he didn’t like the question. He even knew the possible consequences that came with a baby. They’ve had these discussions before Y/N could never change his mind, and the answer was always no but she never gave up and she was going to try again.
He drops his head while letting out a sigh, “Y/N-”
“I know what you’re going to say but I feel like a little one would be good for us, don’t you think?” Her hands move from his shoulders onto his chest and back to his face and lifts his head. When his head comes back up, he is slightly confused.
“Good for us?” He asks. “What the fuck does that mean? It sounds like you’re trying to fix us.”
His hands drop from her waist and to his sides, “What are you trying to act like we’re broken, Y/N?”
A scoffe escapes her lips, “You’re fucking kidding right? I’m not trying to fix us, I just want to expand us. Imagine how much more perfect we would be with a little one here-”
“No!” Tom yells, his veins peeping through his neck. It didn’t even take a second for Y/N’s tears to flood her eyes.
She pulls it together for a few seconds, “Please, I-”
“Y/N, do you understand the amount of pressure I’m constantly under over your safety?” He begins to pace side to side, his hands running through his silky brown hair. “ I can’t bare to lose you, imagine my head if we had a kid?”
A single tear manages to escape her eye and roll down her cheek, “I’m just- lonely...I’m lonely when you’re gone, Tom.” She swallows the ball that burns her throat.
He takes a moment to pull together his thoughts, “It’s alright, darling. I forgive you.” His right hand comes up to her right cheek as he wipes away her tear.
Y/N with no hesitation immediately removes his touch by quickly moving his arm. She looks him dead in the eyes, “ I am not apologizing for wanting a family. You’re not listening to me, Tom.” She sighs as she looks back at the ground, “Just- just leave me alone.” She makes her way past him and her shoulder knocks his, she’s pissed.
“Y/N, wait!” Tom yells out as he turns around to catch Y/N stop right at the door.
She turns around, she doesn’t respond. She crosses her arms waiting for her husband to say what he has to say.
“You’re everything..I can’t lose you.” He says defeated.
Y/N looks at Tom, his temper quickly turns to near tears but she couldn’t let him control what she wanted. She loved him, she truly did but she wanted more than this.
She sighs as she looks at the rock sitting on her ring finger, “You might have already have.”
Y/N looks back up at Tom, and without hesitation leaves the room. She doesn’t even get to see Tom’s temper turn into heartbreak.
Dinner went on as planned and it was as awkward than anyone can have imagined and not for the reason being that Y/N and Tom had a fight but Haz was late to the double date.
Bella had been crying for about 15 minute now, she couldn’t believe that Haz had stood her up. She wipe her tears as she move her spaghetti around with her fork.
Tom looks at Y/N who doesn’t make eye contact with him, he didn’t know what he could do to even fix what had happened between them earlier. He play around with the spaghetti in front of him with his fork and clears his throat, “You know..Haz should be here any minute now. He’s never usually late.”
Bella doesn’t even acknowledge Tom’s comment but continues to move spaghetti in front of her plate too. Her tears drops trickle onto the table as she sobs, “We’ve been here for over an hour.”
Y/N looks up at her friend and avoids her temptation to look at Tom through her peripheral vision, “He’s probably caught up in something babes, I’m sure he’ll have a good excuse.”
Bella drops her fork and grabs the cloth that rest on her thighs and wipes some of her tears away. “I’m just embarrassed, I guess you could be right.” She grabs her wine glass while trying to holding in her tears, “Tom, how about a toast...hm?”
Tom sets down his fork as he lets out a smile, “Sure..why not?” He looks over at Y/N who is still avoiding him but she picks up her wine glass. She raises it but keeps her head down, no interest to even look at her husband.
He clears his throat and continues to look at his wife despite her cold vibe, “A toast to Y/N and possible new beginnings.”
And with that, Y/N’s head shot up to look at Tom so quickly. Whether he was referring to a baby or not, change was going to happen. It was a little hopeful for her but still maybe Tom would be willing to compromise. As horrible as this sounded, she couldn’t wait for Bella to leave so she could talk to him.
“I would like to quickly add something,” Y/N inserts as she raises her glass a little higher. “I just wanted to toast to Bella who still came out to dinner and is joining us tonight.” Y/N lets out a hopeful little smile to her hurting friend that she cares about.
Even though she was emotional, Bella appreciated her friend’s gesture and raised her wine glass high as well.
Just before their glasses were going to clink, the dining room doors swung right open to cause a huge banging sound.
“Hi, welcome to chili’s!” Haz blurts out as he catches himself on the door handle.
Tom can’t help but laugh at his friend and his random burst at the door. Bella on the other hand isn’t very amused, she shoots up from her chair and makes her way to the blonde.
“Haz, how dare you stand me up!” She crosses her arms, she’s so upset. She is so mad that her cheeks become so red that it enhances her blush, “Why the fuck are you late?”
Y/N turns around in her seat to watch the two talk, she doesn’t realize that something is wrong yet. None of them do.
“I, honestly..where am I?” Haz finishes the question with a burp, he stands against the door holding onto the handle for dear life.
Bella becomes emotional again, she couldn’t believe the way she was being treated and she couldn’t believe the way he was acting. She couldn’t believe that she had fallen in love with him, “Goodbye, Haz. Call me when you’re ready to grow up.” She walks right by him, not even looking back.
Tom takes a sip of his red wine, “You really fucked that one up, mate.” He laughs into his cup. Y/N looks back at Tom and gives him a stink eye, “Nice.” She rolls her eyes and turns her attention back to Haz.
This is when she begins to notice that something is really wrong. Haz can’t even keep his balance, and she begins to get up from her chair. “Harrison, are you feeling alright?”
The blonde nods and smiles, “I-I’m just hung-“ and before he could even finish his response he lost grip of the door handle and he falls straight onto his left side of his body and a big pop is heard.
“Harrison!” Y/N yells and Tom jumps from
his chair from the moment he seen his best friend tipping.
“FUCK!” Haz yells out, he tries to turn face up but he can’t even move. “I-I think I broke something.”
Y/N and Tom are kneeling over their friend as he lies in pain.
Tom’s hands over his body and is panicking, “Haz, man! Let me help.” As soon as Tom get closer to his friend, there was no way to hide smell that was coming off of the blonde. Y/N reaches over to see if she could help him move over on to his back but that’s when she smelled it too.
“Harrison..” She stopped because she didn’t want to ask in front of Tom because this wasn’t the time for a fight. “It’s going to be okay. Tom, go call for help. I’ll watch him while you go.”
Tom nods in response, he’s visibly upset. There is so much going on and he himself knows that his temper can get bad, he knows this isn’t the right time to pick an argument. He gets up from the floor and makes his way to his phone which he left up in the room.
Y/N removes her heels and moves closer to Haz, “You’re wasted aren’t you?”
Haz is breathing heavy at this point, sweat dripping down his head from the pain, “That sobered me up really quickly.”
She touches his right arm which is face up to the ceiling, “I can smell the bourbon... what the hell were you thinking?” She remarks as she moves to a kneeling position. “Let’s try to get you on your back.”
He nods no and flinches in pain, “I couldn’t help it..I felt like a-alone.”
Y/N’s jaw slightly drops because she’s surprised to hear what Haz says but before she can reply, he continues.
“I can’t feel my shoulder, it feels detached.” He lets out with a heavy breathe, he cries a bit.
She nods and just tries to stay calm so that she won’t scare him more, “It’s okay, we’ll wait here for help. Here, hold my hand.” She brings her left hand to his right hand, and holds hand tightly. “Tom is probably calling an ambulance, you’re going to be alright.”
Even through all his pain and his heavy breathing, he manages to let out a panting smile.
“Why are you smiling?” Y/N asks as she runs her hands through his hair trying to keep him calm.
“I love you so much, Y/N.” He lets out a slight grunt from the pain, any tiny movement really hurt. He thought maybe more booze would probably help numb the pain.
“Harrison, stop. You’re drunk.”
“I’ve loved you from the first moment I seen you.” He rests his head on the floor, he’s noticing that she’s becoming more blurry. “You-you...” And he closes his eyes, the pain so severe it causes him to pass out.
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A/N: Wow, I can’t believe I finally posted something again hahaha💛 anyway, let me know your predictions, thoughts, questions! ANYTHING! LOVE YALL. -Amy💛
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