Mob!haz forgetting a date coz he was busy beating out some intel from baddies. Once he reaches his places and sees the beautiful ambience, realizations dawns on him. Reader is already asleep waiting. He decides to make it up to her with a surprise week long vacay!
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It hits Harrison as he's wiping his hands on the handkerchief offered to him. The date that you were planning. The one you were so excited about all week. His heart stops and Tom cocks his head,
"S'matter?" He asks. Harrison swallows,Â
"I-I missed date night." Tom tsks,
"I'm telling you, Y/N deserves someone like me. I'd be early for date night. Give her head before, for the effort." He teases. Harrison sighs,Â
"FuckâŠ" Tossing the handkerchief in the sink, Haz points to the passed out enemy,Â
"Get the fucking location from him. I don't care if you kill him after, just get it from him." He commands, quickly washing his hands of leftover blood and shrugging his jacket on. Tom nods,Â
"Make it up to her mate⊠make it up to her real good." Harrison nods, sliding his phone from his pocket with a sigh,Â
"Yeah, I'm already on it."Â
It's a short drive home, and Harrison's heart immediately breaks when he sees the effort you've put forth. The candles are blown out, but how far they've burnt down tells him you waited a lot longer than he'd hoped. There's flowers and placemats right next to each other. A quick trip to the kitchen has him in agony. A perfectly made plate is in the fridge, tinfoil over. He sighs again, trudging upstairs. He shrugs his jacket off, unbuttoning his shirt most of the way and kicking his shoes off in the door.Â
Your form in bed hurts the most. Taking a deep breath, he walks around the bed, sitting beside you. Watching you sleep for a moment, he reaches up and strokes strands of hair from your eyes. When he leans in to kiss your cheek, you stir, stretching out as he sits up the smallest bit to not startle you. You open your eyes and he smiles,Â
"I am⊠way way late, but goddamn you're gorgeous." He coos. Rolling your eyes, you pull yourself to sit up slightly,Â
"Did you see your dinner?" You ask. He nods,Â
"I did. It looks amazing love and I am so so sorry." He responds. You shake your head,Â
"It was poor timing. This case was important to you and it's been in the works for weeks. I should've touched up with you." You defend, pulling his hand into your lap and brushing your fingers over his busted knuckles. His lips press in a line as hair falls in your eyes. He reaches up to tuck it behind your ear again,
"I promised you darling." He defends. You shrug, "but, I've got a surprise for you." He drags his phone from his pocket, clicking through it for a moment before he flashes the tab to you. You stare at it for a moment before your eyes widen,Â
"Paris⊠are you serious?" You ask. He nods,Â
"Two weeks, no business, swear on Tom." You launch yourself into his lap, wrapping your arms around him. He holds you close, face nuzzled in your shoulder. You pull back, kissing him softly,Â
"You know how much I've been wanting to go. Dinner means nothing in comparison to Paris." You remind. He nods with a smile,Â
"I know darling." He holds you close,Â
"But don't swear on Tom. If it weren't for him, you'd never be able to take vacation with no work." He smiles,Â
"Course⊠but yeah keeps talking about how he'd be better for you, I might not have a choice." He jokes. Laying your head against his shoulder for a moment, you sigh,Â
"You hungry?" He hums,Â
"A little." You slide from his lap, taking his hand,Â
"Let's see if we can salvage any of your dinner."Â
"I deserve it if not." He murmurs. You smile,Â
"Probably. But I'll let it slide because Paris." Chuckling, he follows you down stairs with a grip on your hand.Â
âAre you gonna be a good girl for me?â Tomâs hand gently caressed your face as you looked up at him from where you were kneeling on the bed.
âYes sirâ You said quietly, watching as he smiled as began to walk towards the door. Tom turned the knob, opening the tall brown door. He whispered words that went unheard as you watched Harrison walk into the door.
Confusion spread across your face as you watched the men talk quietly before turning to look at you. They both made their way towards you, Tom grabbing your chin gently, âHarrison has been so frustrated latelyâ
You glanced at the blonde in front of you, watching with sharp eyes as he glanced between you and Tom. âAre you gonna be a good girl and let him fuck youâ
You bit you lip and you nodded, slightly embarrassed at how wet you were getting at the thought of fucking your boyfriends best friend. Tom smiled, giving you a quick kiss before turning to Harrison, âLike I said, you can do whatever you want to her just donât cum in herâ
Harrison nodded moving to sit next to you, âoh and y/nâ Tom caught your attention, âDonât even think about cumming without my permissionâ
And that was how you ended up here, bouncing up and down on Harrison's cock as Tom sat in the armchair on the other side of the room, whiskey in one hand, his cock in the other. Harrisonâs mouth wrapped around your nipple, sucking roughly on the sensitive area while his hand works over the other one. Your loud moans filled the room as your clit rubbed against him with every movement you made, âCan I please cum sirâ You pleaded, staring at Tom with begging eyes
Tom groaned, watching how your face contorted with pleasure as Harrison began to roughly thrust into you. Your pussy clenched hard around Harrison causing him to let out a loud moan, âFuck Tom Iâm gonna cum inside her if she doesnât cum soon, sheâs gripping so tightâ
âDonât you dareâ Tom growled
You werenât sure who he was talking to but as Harrisonâs thumb began to circle your clit you couldnât care about what Tom had to say. Your legs began to shake as you came all over Harrisonâs cock. The blonde moaned, working you through your orgasm before pulling out.
Without thinking your hand wrapped around his cock, pumping up and down as his hips began to buck in your hand. Soon enough his cum spilled all over your chest.
You both laid on the bed, staring at the ceiling trying to catch your breath. Tom quietly walked towards the bed, a smirk plastered on his face and he stood above you and Harrison, shaking his head.
âI thought you said you were gonna be a good girlâ Tom grabbed your throat pulling you closer to him, âGood girls donât cum without permissionâ
âBut-â
âLooks like Harrison and I are gonna have to teach you a lessonâ
summary: you force harrison to take a break to spend time with you and your son.Â
mob!dad!haz x reader
w/c 639
Harrison was a workaholic. yes his job was dangerous, meaning he had to be alert at all times, but the man rarely left his office.
You were always trying to coax him out of there, sometimes sternly, sometimes in a flirty way, sometimes youâd even being your one year old to see his dad and hopefully guilt trip him, but nothing ever seemed to work.
One day youâd just completely given up, deciding you were putting your foot down and forcing him out of that office whether he liked it or not.
You knocked on the door softly, not wanting to outright start a fight with your husband if it could be avoided.
âCome in,â he announced, assuming it was one of his men coming to tell him about something.
You entered with a sweet smile, catching the eye of your husband who set down his paperwork to call you over.
âHi, beautiful,â he said, stretching his neck to place a gentle kiss on your lips. You hummed, glancing down at the documents on the desk, weighted down by a gun carelessly thrown on his desk. âWhen are you going to come and join us?â you asked, getting straight down to the point of why you were here. He huffed, resting his head on your shoulder with a shy smile.
That wasn't good enough for you considering how little time heâd spent with you and Jack this week. He knew you were angry, hence the sweet kisses he placed on the skin where your neck and shoulder met in hopes of buttering you up.
He really didnât want to piss you off more but he had to get back to the work scattered over his desk or he probably wouldnât ever get it done.
âI have to get back to this,â he said, placing a kiss on the back of your hand before he tried to shoo you away. You shook your head, intertwining your fingers to try and pull him up from his seat. However the man was much too strong, not even budging from where he sat. âY/N, please.â
âNo,â you stated. He raised his eyebrows at you, watching the way you settled your hands on your hips. He bit back his grin, thinking now wasnât the best time to point out you were giving him your typical scolding mum look, the one you claimed you didnât do. âYouâre going to turn your work phone off, and come and spend time with your wife and son.â
His jaw dropped slightly, not used to see this demanding side of you very often. You'd think with being a mobster that everyone would be scared to talk back to one of the most dangerous men in London, but not you, to you Harrison was a big softie who was just your husband and Jack's father.
âFine,â he said. You watched as he made a show of turning off his phone completely and placing it in one of his desk drawers. You bit back a smile, rolling your eyes at his dramatics before guiding him out of the room and into your sonâs nursery.
âHello, baby,â you cooed, gently raising him up out of his crib into your arms. The little boy babbled happily, even happier seeing his Dad standing behind you.
Harrison grinned, leaning down to place a kiss on top of Jâs head, the little bub reaching for his Dad, craving being held in his arms.
He, of course, had no problem scooping his little monster out of your arms, letting him tuck his head under his chin while he quietly whispered to the boy.
âSee, isnât this much better than work.â He rolled his eyes. He knew you were right, even though he hated to admit it.
Books scattered along with your notes and stationery, laptop battery draining along with your energy was how you spent your Sunday evening. If it wasn't for your damned exams you would have been out clubbing or simply waiting for your boyfriend to come back from work to cuddle.
Just like you, your boyfriend too was a very busy man, being a mobster wasn't easy and you understood that; besides, your books kept you company. You had no idea for how many hours you had been studying and neither did you care, you had to finish tonight, even though it meant to pull another all-nighter. But unfortunately your boyfriend had other plans for you.
"Hey lov-" Harrison was cut off seeing the sight of his girlfriend in sweatpants and his hoodie a messy bun, drumming the pencil on your book trying to concentrate. Slipping off the coat he came and sat beside you on your bed, snaking his arms around your waist, peppering kisses on your shoulder and trailing up to your neck, "Hey," He whispered, but you didn't give him the attention. "Y/n! Take a break." He dragged your name and begged you.
"I'm almost done," you placed your palm on his cheek and reassured him. But Harrison had his fair share of interrogations and he knew you were lying, the bags under your eyes said so, "One more chapter."
"Nope!" He announced and began to close your books and laptop keeping them aside, "You're taking a break now, and I'm not taking no for an answer." He stood up and put his forward signaling your to give yours. "Come on, I got a surprise for you!" He beamed.
"Haz!" You protested, but they were all in vain as Harrison was already dragging you out. He had his hand over your eyes as he led you to your 'surprise'. "Okay, open 'em!" He said, coming to a stop. Fluttering your eyes open you saw a small picnic-type set up in the backyard, surrounded by candles. Your hands flew to your ever wide mouth as you gasped softly. "Do you like it?"
"I love it!" You said as threw yourself at him as he chuckled and almost loosing his balance. "Shall we?" You nodded. It truly was perfect, Harrison really knew how lighten you mood and so far he was doing great, he had your favourite food and you felt like all your worries had gone and it was only you and Harrison in this moment as you laid on the bedsheet, gazing at the stars and laughing to your hearts content.
"Thank you Haz." You smiled and pecked his lips as you walked back to your room.
"You deserved it, my little nerd." He laughed.
"Haha." You rolled your eyes and mocked him, getting under the sheets as a yawn escaped your mouth. Harrison began to undress and went in for a quick shower, when he came back he saw you already asleep looking adorable as always. A small smile crept upon his face as he got in bed and arms around you placing a soft kiss on your forehead, letting sleep take over him.
And as if last night's surprise wasn't enough, he decided to wake up before you and get you breakfast in bed. Balancing the tray in his hand his opened the door and placed it carefully on the bedside table. Sitting beside your sleeping figure he started to pepper you with kisses all over your face till you woke up giggling at his antics. "Morning, sleeping beauty," He cooed, "I got you breakfast!" He placed the tray in front of you, his famous pancakes and a cup of freshly brewed coffee to start the day. "What would I do without you?" You shook your head and pulled him in for a kiss as he laughed into the kiss, when your kiss was interrupted by Harrison's phone.
"Sorry, love duty calls." He winced.
"It's okay." You smiled.
"Good luck on your exam, you're gonna ace it!" He encouraged, kissing your forehead and dashing out the door, you sighed feeling less stressed, ready to give your exam thanks to your boyfriend.
Summary: Love canât be controlled, usually itâs the one that controls you.
Warnings: SMUT! oral (fem rec), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it my dudez), slight degrading, dirty talk?, angsty ending.
Word count: 1.3k
âYou shouldnât be here Harrison,â you whispered into his ear while he continued his assault on your neck, moving his way down, unbuttoning each button of your now ruffled cafe uniform that you wore.
âSee your mouth says something,â he said, his voice deep with lust and desire, unclipping your bra and latching his mouth on one of your perky nipples, electing a short moan from you, âBut you body says another,â he grunted, worshiping your breasts, âGod, Iâve missed these, Iâve missed you,â
You blushed lightly at the mobsters word, biting lightly on your fingers, trying to suppress your whimpers as you applied your full body weight to the wall behind you. Your other hand made itâs way to his blond locks, tugging harshly, missing the feeling of his lips on yours.
Harrison complied, taking your shirt off completely, leaving the top of your body complete bare. He locked his lips on yours, pushing you further into the wall with his hands on your waste and neck, loving the feeling of his naked chest against yours. You slide your tongue on his bottom lip, wanting entrance which he immediately granted.
âGreedy little girl,â he grunted as you both fought for dominance which he eventually won, exploring your mouth thoroughly.Â
While you were enjoying the feeling of his mouth on yours, he sneakily slipped his hand under your skirt, bunching it up around your waste and ripped your white lace panties of your body causing a gasp to come out from your mouth that quickly turned into a loud whine when he started massaging your clit with his fingers.
âFucking hell haz-â
âDonât worry princess,â he whispered against your lips, âThereâs a lot more where that came from,â
He lightly kissed you once more before continuing with the motion down your neck to the middle of your breast to your stomach, gradually getting on his knees. One of his hands laid on your thigh while the other worked on taking of your skirt. You lifted you legs up one by one so that it could escape your body. Harrison kicked it to the side, leaving you fully naked.
He stroked both of your thighs, kissing the inside, making his way up to your heated core.
âGod, youâre beautiful,â he whispered, mostly to himself but you heard it anyways, your face burning as he buried you face into your pussy, licking and sucking it like a staved man. Your moans became louder and more high pitched as you arrived closer to your high.
You bit your lip, trying not to cum so early, embarrassed by how quick you were getting there, but harrison took notice and was having none of it.
He removed his mouth from your lips and before you could let out a silent whine, he quickly replaced it with his finger, entering into your hole in one quick motion.
âOh fuck,â you moaned lightly, bracing yourself against the wall behind you as he added another finger.
âThatâs right princess, cum all around my fingers, go on baby,â harrison groaned, quickening his pace.
âShit, fuck, Harrison!â you shouted as you came.
He put his lips back on your core, lapping up your juices. You lean your head back on the surface behind you, taking deep breaths as Harrison made his way up your body, eventually resting his forehead on yours.
You wrapped your arms around his neck, leaning against his body, your head nudged into the crook of his neck.
âShould I return the favour?â you asked, placing a light kiss on the side of his neck.
âNo, no, itâs alright baby,â he whispered, hooking his hands on the back of your knees, pulling your legs around his waste, lifting you off the wall and carrying you to your bedroom. You let out a giggle, sucking and bitting on the side of his neck, electing a moan from him.
Harrison laid you down on the bed quickly getting back off. He took of his jeans along with his boxers, before climbing back on top of you. He kissed you softly, grabbing at your hips, grinding down on your body.
âYou know,â he said between kisses, âI really did miss you,â he whispered, pulling back to look into your eyes.
You looked back into the depth of his blues, switching between his left and right before raising up and laying a light kiss on his lips, âI missed you too baby,â you said back, caressing the side of his face, âBut can we save this for later when your dick is not hard against my thigh,â you said innocently despite your intentions, moving your hand down to his cock, stroking it lightly wanting nothing more but to lick the precum off the tip.
âMy sly little girl, sorry for trying to be romanticâ he groaned, âbut I think you forgot whoâs the one in charge here hmm?â
He pushed your hand away, taking both of them and placing them above your head. He took his cock in his hand, teasing you with the tip of his cock, slapping it down on your soaking pussy.
âHaz!â you whined.
âBeg for it baby, if you want to be such a needy slut,â
âFuck please harrison!â
âPlease what?â he said, slipping in the tip of his dick before sliding it back out, repeating the process, âTell me what you need baby,â
âPlease fuck me,â you whimpered, âFuck me with your cock,â
With that, Harrison pushed himself inside you, taking his time, knowing it had been a while. He slowly made his way deeper and deeper before bottoming out. He looked into your eyes, waiting for you to get use to the stretch. You nodded to him slightly, giving him permission to move and allowing him to snap his hips back and into your hole again, continuing his assault on your pussy.
âOh fuck baby,â you screamed, grabbing his ass, trying to push him deeper.
âYou want it harder princess? Gotta use that little voice of yours babygirl,â Harrison moaned, pushing his face in the crook of your neck.
âHarrison i- oh my god,â you screamed, âPlease, please harder!â you shouted, moving your hands to grab onto his shoulders as he listened to your wishes.
âFuck, fuck fuck fuck FUCK!â you screamed when you reached your high once again, your orgasm better than the last around his cock.
âFuck y/n,â Harrison grunted into your ear, his motions sloppy before he finished inside of you, his cum coating your walls.
His body fell on top of yours as you both caught your breath. After a few minutes, he rolled of your body, landing on his back next to you, he pulled you to his chest, taking the covers that laid on the side of your bed and partially on the floor and threw it on the top of both of you.
You nuzzled your face deeper into his chest, breathing in his comforting scent and tracing haphazard patterns on his peck. Harrison did the same on your back, maintaining the silence and comfort the both of you held in the moment.
You havenât remembered the last time you felt this at peace, maybe it was the last time he came around a few months back. You never realised how much you missed his touch, his body against yours, his voice, essentially his entire presence.
 But you knew all good things always came to an end.
âAs much as i would love to stay,â Harrison started, hesitantly unwrapping his hands from around your waist, âYou know i canât,â he sat up from his position besides you.
You latched your arms around his torso, still in an orgasmic daze, squeezing him gently, your stubborn side starting to come out. You tried to pull him back to bed, âDonât leave yet,â you mumbled, into the back on his shoulder, feathering sweet kisses along it, sitting up behind his figure with him.
ây/n,â he whispered, turning his head towards you, resting his hand against your cheek and his forehead against yours, âYou know the consequences if I do,â
âThen why did you come in the first place if your just going to leave again?â you questioned, letting the tears forming at the corners of your eyes escape down in to you cheek, âItâs been three months Harrison, then you show up out of the blue and then you just going to vanish again?â
âI have no other choice y/n/n,â Harrison cried, wiping away your stray tears, âIf our parents ever found out that their rivals children are dating and madly in love, who knows what might happen,â he chuckled sadly.
âI know,â you whispered, âI know,â you put your hand over his that layed on your cheek, âI just wish there was another way,â
âme too darling,â he whispered, bringing your body into a bone crushing hug, not wanting to let go, knowing that the hole they dug was too deep to cover up any longer.
Summary: Being the daughter of the most famous mob boss in NYC came with its perks. However, it didnât help your relationship with a rival gang member, neither did the fact that his gang had just kidnapped you for information.Â
Pairings: Mob!Tom x Rival mob!ReaderÂ
Warnings:Â Swearing, kidnapping, violence and light smut.
A/n: Inspired by I Found by Amber Run (an amazing song!)
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Tom sat in the back of the van, leg bouncing slightly as he kept glancing at you, a bag over your head and hands tied behind your back.Â
He swallowed, trying to push the nerves and guilt down before he did something stupid. He glanced down at the vanâs black floor, clenching his jaw slightly as he tried to stop his leg from bouncing.Â
He heard you try and say something but the words came out muffled by the gag they had put in your mouth. You shifted were you laid on the cold floor, trying your hardest to loosen the rope around your wrists, the fabric burning at your skin. You blinked back tears, the world around you a black blur with figures and lights all moving around you.Â
You became aware that your dress was riding up your thighs, making you stop fidgeting in hopes to not cause it to rise up any further.Â
Tom watched as one of the men in his group grinned down at you, his hand stroking up your leg. You flinched violently, trying to get away from whoever was touching you.Â
âHey,â Tom said, catching his friendâs attention. âLetâs try be professional.â
You froze when you heard that voice, the voice of a man you had ached after for years.Â
After your father had found out about him being in the rival gang three years ago, you had been banned from seeing Tom with the threat of disownment if you did.Â
Your heart broke over the fact that he could do this to you, he could tie you down like this after everything he said to you, the love letters, the flirting and the staying up late in the city together. You remembered the drinking and the kissing, the lazy mornings in his apartment no-one knew off, away from everyone and everything.Â
âFine, but I get her first later,â the man replied to Tom who just gave him a tight smile, fist clenching but managing to restrain himself from knocking the manâs teeth out.Â
He was fucked.Â
He had to get you out of here, he couldnât let you get questioned for information on your father in the violent way they were planing to. Yet if he helped you, saved you from this mess, then you would both probably be killed by his own gang.Â
He ran a hand through his hair, tugging at the knots as he tried to figure out what to do. His hopes of having more time to think vanished as Harrison pulled the van doors open for you all to climb out. You were grabbed roughly, pulled off the floor and pushed out of the van. You stumbled, unable to keep your balance without knowing where the ground was.Â
A strong grip around your upper arm stopped you from falling, pulling you back up to stand on weak knees. You blinked back tears as the memories flooded back, that aftershave, the one you had bought him multiple times, surrounding you. You tilted your head in the direction of the man who had saved you, knowing it was him.Â
You were pushed forward by someone else, Tomâs grip on you dropping and making you unsettled. You were safe with him, you had to be, he wouldnât do this to you⊠He couldnât, right?
You were pulled in this direction and that, climbing up some stairs before finally being pushed backwards into a chair, extra ropes being tied around your wrists to tie your hands to the back of the chair.Â
The bag was then roughly pulled from your head, causing you to wince as the man grabbed some of your hair along with it. You blinked a few times before quickly looking around the room for exits. You were sat in the middle of what looked like a penthouse suite, everything looking so clean and expensive. Your eyes caught Harrisonâs, the second in command of their gang, before your gaze landed on him.
Tom stood furthest away, leaning against the wall next to the large floor to ceiling window that over-looked the city, arms crossed and expression harsh. Thankfully, his calm exterior did not portray the panic that was slowly rising up within him as he struggled to think of ways to get you out of this without you getting hurt.
If they were going with their usual tactics, they would rough you up a bit, question you and then leave you for a while to stew before coming back for more. He wished he could get you out before they hurt you, but it was him against eight armed men and those odds werenât something he liked the sound off.Â
Your gaze was brought back to the second in command, his eyes looking you up and down before smirking. One of his men came up to remove the gag from your mouth, pulling harshly on the cloth and hurting your jaw in the process.Â
âIâm honestly surprised we managed to get hold of you, youâre a very popular girl,â Harrison said and you rolled your eyes, throwing on the tough girl act, something you had picked up over the years of being your dadâs daughter.Â
âThe big man couldnât join us tonight?â You asked, glancing around the room. âSuch a shame."Â
Harrison raised an eyebrow at you, taking a few steps forward before leaning awfully close to you. He gripped your chin with his hand, lifting your head up high to get a better look at you.Â
"I can see why Tom had enough of you,â he said with a smirk, making you glance towards Tom who kept his eyes fixed on the ground.Â
He couldnât look, he couldnât watch Harrison as he looked at you that way. Tom balled up his hands into fists, trying to calm himself down.Â
Wait for your moment, he reminded himself.Â
You glanced away from Tom, eyes watering as you realised he didnât care, he wasnât going to do anything to help you, to stop you from getting hurt and questioned for the next few hours.Â
***
Your body was weak, eyes puffy and nose bloody. You could taste the metal of your blood dripping down from your nose and onto your lips. Your ribs were bruised, protesting against every breath you took.Â
âIs that all youâve got?â You breathed, hating that your voice broke at the end. Harrison just chuckled from were he leant up against the back of the sofa, whisky in hand and a cigarette in the other as if he was watching a movie right now and not you getting beaten half to death.
He nodded to his men to continue, Tom trying to hold back the flinches every time you were hit. Again and again, more bruises forming and more blood being split.
His knuckles were white from where he was clenching his fists, his jaw was tense and breathing heavy. He had to do something.Â
However, before he could Harrisonâs hand went up, causing his men to stop and step back. Your head sunk to your chest, wheezing as you tried to catch your breath.Â
âYou know I need more information, darling,â he said, the word darling poison on his lips as you remembered Tom calling you that.Â
You were in bed, laying on his chest as he held you close to his naked body, legs tangled together under the blankets.Â
You shook your head, trying to stay focused but failing miserably.Â
You tried to think of a snarky reply, your quick-wittedness failing you in that moment. However, you were saved, a knock on the door distracting everyone.
âBoss is here to see you,â one of his men suddenly popped into the room.Â
âWatch her,â Harrison said to Tom and two others before he motioned for the rest of his men to follow him out of the room and to the bosses office.Â
Tom pushed up from the wall, glancing to the two other men in the room, both stood drinking by the drinks cabinet. He glanced down at you, seeing how you kept your head down against your chest, breathing laboured.Â
He tried to ignore the pained feeling in his chest at the sight of you, needing to focus on the task at hand.
âHey, Tom, you wanna drink?â James asked and Tom nodded, looking away from you and over to them. He gave them a smile, walking over and taking the glass of whiskey from James.Â
âThanks,â he said, going to take a drink as James and Charlie slipped back into conversation. Thatâs when he made his move, placing his glass back onto the drinks cabinet before grabbing James by the head. He slammed the manâs head against the wall a second later, knocking him out cold.
âWhat the fuck, Tom?â Charlie said in shock, stepping back slightly with a frown on his face.Â
âIâm sorry about this,â Tom simply said before grabbing the bottle of whiskey and smashing it across the side of the manâs head. He stumbled backwards before Tom let all his anger out on him, punching him across the face multiple times before knocking him out.Â
A second later and Tom was behind you, cutting the ropes free with his knife, heart breaking when he saw the rope burns dancing along your skin. The ropes fell to the floor and Tom quickly moved around to be in front of you, hand gently going to cup your cheek and lift your head up from your chest.Â
You moved so quickly in that second, your whole body screaming in protest as you did. You pinned Tom down to the ground in three seconds, his own knife now against his throat as you knee pressed down into his arm to hold him against the floor.Â
âIâm trying to help you,â Tom quickly said as you breathed heavily, eyes staring daggers at him.Â
âYou should have done that earlier,â you snarled and Tom scrunched his eyes closed for a second to calm himself before looking you dead in the eye.Â
âI know and Iâm sorry. But the odds were against me,â he replied, making you sigh before finally giving in. You pushed off him and dropped his knife next to him, falling back to sit on the ground as you gripped your aching ribs.Â
âWe need to move quickly,â Tom then said and you rolled your eyes. He pulled himself up, tucking his knife back into his side before glancing down at you. You gingerly moved to pull yourself up, trying not to wince in pain but failing. You let out a pained grunt as you finally stood, hand against your ribs and legs shaking.Â
âLet me hel-"Â
"Iâm fine,â you snapped, taking a step forward before your knees gave in. Tom quickly caught you, hand wrapping around your waist to hold you up.Â
âOf course you are,â he replied sarcastically and you just grunted in annoyance. You let him hold you close, his arm around your waist and yours over his shoulder as you walked. His free hand held his gun tightly, finger over the trigger ready.Â
âI canât believe you,â you muttered as you stepped out into the corridor, Tom checking both ways were clear before making a move.Â
âWhat was I suppose to do, take on eight, armed men to save you?"Â
"Yes,â you grumbled in response, hissing in pain as he pushed you through the door to the stairs.Â
âOh, so we could both get killed? Smart plan, Y/n."Â
Your name on his lips again after so long caught you off guard, making your breathing hitch. You were thankful you could play it off as if you were in pain from walking quickly down the stairs. However, Tom knew you, he knew what every little expression or word or sound meant when it came to you.Â
You stayed silent until you got to the bottom of the stairs to the parking garage. Tom pushed open the door slowly and peered through to see if there was anyone there.Â
Suddenly, the door to the floors above flew open, men shouting as they tried to find you.Â
"We need to move fast,â Tom said, dragging you out into the parking garage without a second thought. Â
âYou think so?â You replied, limping your way across to his car, which evidently was parked the furthest away.Â
You both ducked automatically as bullets started firing your way, bouncing off the cars and concrete. Tom pushed you forward, going behind you as if to act as a shield as you started to run, trying to ignore the pain from your aching muscles. He quickly rummaged for his car keys in his jean pocket as you neared his car, unlocking it a second later.Â
You threw the passenger door open as Tom climbed into the drivers side. Suddenly, you let out a scream as a bullet grazed your right shoulder, causing you to slump against the door as your knees went weak yet again.Â
âY/n,â Tom cried in concern, leaning over in the car to help pull you up. You flopped into the leather seat, hand fumbling for the door before gripping the handle and pulling it shut. You were off a second later, flying out of the parking garage and skidding onto the street before you even had time to put on your seat-belt. Â
You blinked a few times, glancing at your shoulder wound before trying to press down on it to stop the bleeding. You were used to being roughed up and getting stabbed, it came with the job, but you had never been shot before. You knew pain, having built up a strong tolerance over the years but damn, your shoulder was killing you.
âStay with me, Y/n,â Tom said, quickly glancing sideways at you as you blinked trying to keep awake.Â
âIâm fine,â you breathed, your hand pressing against your shoulder wound. Blood stained your dress and skin, dripping down your arm through your fingers that werenât applying enough pressure to your wound. You couldnât press harder, you didnât have enough energy, everything hurt.Â
âFuck,â Tom muttered to himself, glancing sideways again to see the blood. âY/n, youâve got to put more pressure on that wound for me, alright. You can do it, darling."Â
There is was, that word.Â
You took in a shaky breath, the car swerving this way and that.Â
Darling.Â
You blinked, eyes opening wide when you realised you had been slipping into the darkness.Â
Fuck, this is hard.Â
"TomâŠâ you breathed, trying to stay focused. âHurry.â
âWeâre nearly there, weâre nearly at the safe house,â he said, knuckles white from how hard he was gripping the steering wheel. He moved one hand to rest in your thigh, trying to reassure you.
What felt like a second later, you were being picked up out of the car by Tom, causing you to cry out in pain. He tried his hardest to gently carry you up the steps into the small apartment he had as a safe house. This was the apartment you had spent most of your nights and mornings hiding away with him before your father had found out about you two.Â
He placed you down onto the sofa, swearing at himself when he saw how deep the injury went. He swallowed down the lump in his throat, focusing himself on the task at hand.Â
âItâs deep but itâs not hit any bone. Youâre going to be alright, Iâve got you, darling. Iâve got you.â
The next few hours went by in a blur, Tomâs face in and out of your vision, pain coursing through your body as you tried to stay focused.
The next thing you knew you were slowly waking up, a soft amber glow lighting up the apartment as the sun rose over the city. You realised that you were covered in blankets, wrapped up in bed and feeling no pain.Â
You took in a deep breath as you moved slightly, blinking your tired eyes open more before rubbing them with your left hand.
âYouâre awake,â Tomâs voice came from above, causing you to glance up to see Tom sat up in bed with a cup of coffee and a book.Â
He was only wearing his black boxers, his hair messy indicating he had at least gotten some sleep last night. He quickly placed the cup and the book onto the bedside table next to his gun before turning to you. You rolled onto your back, letting out a groan as you stretched your stiff muscles.
âHow are you feeling?â He then asked, scanning you and your injuries. You sighed, relaxing into the pillows.Â
âTired,â you simply said, lifting your uninjured arm up to look at your watch, thankful it was in your left wrist. Thatâs when you realised you werenât in your dress anymore, but just one of Tomâs t-shirts and your black pants, a bandage around your right shoulder. You glanced at your watch again to actually register what time it was before you groaned again.Â
âDonât worry, I called your father,â Tom told you, shuffling down into the bed slightly.Â
âWhat?â You said, shooting up to sit before wincing in pain. âFuck,â you gasped, softly collapsing back into the pillows with a huff, squeezing your eyes shut for a few seconds as the sudden pain eased. You could tell the painkiller tablets Tom had forced down your throat while you were half unconscious last night were beginning to wear off.Â
âTake it easy, everything is alrightâ Tom said, handing you the packet of painkillers he had on his bedside table as if he had read your mind. âI spoke to your dad about what happened and after a large number of threats, involving ripping my balls off and feeding them to your two dogs, he eventually thanked me for saving you,â Tom told you and you nodded before swallowing down two tablets. âHe expects you to be back by noon."Â
"Plenty of time then,â you simply said, turning your head to catch Tomâs eyes. Your memory slipped back to last night, the way he ignored you for a good two hours, not even daring to look at you when you had mumbled his name at one point throughout your beating.Â
âWhat?â He asked, a small frown on his face. You looked away and up to the ceiling, blinking back the tears you didnât want him to see.Â
âWhatâs going to happen to you now?â You asked, knowing that with Tom saving you he had now disowned his gang and made himself a target.Â
âI⊠I donât know,â he simply said, causing you to look at him before you slowly rolled onto your uninjured side to face him. He glanced across at you, eyes drifting over your face and lingering at your lips before finally looking back up at you. âAll I know is that I should have saved you earlier."Â
You watched him closely for a moment, everything feeling like it was before, lazy mornings hiding away from the world together in this bed. You knew Tom was thinking the same, his fingers slowly stroking up your arm before brushing your hair back behind your ear.
Your breathing hitched as his fingers lingered by your neck, his hand then moving up to cup your cheek. You glanced down at his lips before catching his eyes. He leant towards to you, easily closing the gap between you both and kissing you gently on the lips.Â
The moment was peaceful, his lips soft against yours. His hand drifted back from your cheek to run his fingers through your hair. He moved quickly to be on top of you, never breaking the kiss as he did. He made sure to not brush up against any of your injuries as he kissed you, moving down to kiss your jaw before sucking on your neck.Â
You let out a small moan in response, eyes closing as Tom smirked. He remembered this feeling, remembered how he loved to make you moan and gasp beneath him.
It took you a while but you managed to snap yourself back into reality, left hand going to Tomâs chest to push him back slightly.Â
"Are you alright?â He asked quickly, looking down at you in concern.Â
âYeah, Iâm fine,â you said and Tom frowned, climbing off of you to sit up. You slowly pulled yourself up to sit next to him, gingerly shuffling back to lean into the pillows without hurting your right shoulder. âWe canât do this, you know that."Â
"You think I disowned everyone close to me to not be with you like this?â He questioned and you glanced down at the white bed sheets.Â
âAre you sure you want to do this though? You didnât really put up a fight last time,â you said, reminding him about how he let you go when your father had found out about your relationship, deleting your number and ignoring you for three years.Â
âIâm sure. Iâm so sorry, Y/n, I was stupid back then, I⊠I didnât realise how much you meant to me until I didnât have you anymore,â he explained to you and you raised an eyebrow at him. âIâm not going anywhere this time."Â
A soft smile formed on your lips as you saw how genuine he was being, the look on his face saying it all.Â
"Me neither,â you replied and Tom broke out into a smile, excitement and relief taking over him.Â
âI love you so much, Y/n,â he breathed, pulling you into a kiss before you could even reply. You chuckled once he pulled away and quickly stood up from the bed, beginning to pull his jeans on.Â
âWhere are you going?â You asked, running a hand through your hair.
âWe should probably go see your dad,â he said, buttoning his jeans. âGot to go beg for him to take me into the family,â he then said and the shocked expression on your face made him pause
âWhat?â You quickly asked, pulling yourself up to stand and wincing slightly in pain, thankful the tablets were slowly taking into effect.Â
âShit, no, I just meant⊠Like accept me into his gang now that I have no-one,â he said and you slumped slightly.Â
âOh, ok,â you said before nodding. You tried to hide your disappointment from him, having thought he had just proposed to you. You limped over to the wardrobe and opened the doors, hoping you still had some clothes over. Before you could grab a pair of your black leggings, Tomâs hand was gently on your arm, slowly turning you around.Â
You didnât look up at him, simply staring at his bare chest. His hand lifted your chin up slowly, forcing you to look him in the eyes.
âIf you want, I could ask him something else,â he suggested and you rolled your eyes.Â
âI donât need my fatherâs permission to marry you,â you said and Tom raised an eyebrow, making you huff in defeat. âOk, maybe I do,â you added and Tom chuckled.Â
âLetâs get out of here, weâve clearly got a big day ahead of us,â he said and you hummed.Â
âI mean you did just escalate the war between our two gangs,â you commented, watching him walk across the room to grab his white t-shirt from off the floor. You bit your lip when his muscles tensed as he got changed, shaking yourself a second later when he looked back at you, a smirk forming on his lips.Â
You grabbed your leggings, fumbling to pull them on with one hand. You grunted in annoyance, lowering yourself down onto the bed with a huff.Â
âNeed help?â Tom teased after he pulled on his brown jacket.Â
âNo,â you replied back, struggling with the leggings but managing to finally pull them on and stand up to give him a cocky smirk. Tom licked his lips slightly, that smirk always sending him wild.
Tom glanced down at his watch, checking the time before smirking at you. He shrugged his jacket off, causing you to frown at him.Â
âWhat are you doing? I thought we needed to go see my dad,â you said and Tom shrugged, dropping his jacket onto the bed.Â
âHe told us noon, its only 11. We have time,â he commented.Â
âTime for what?â You asked before Tom pulled you into a deep kiss, hand going to run through your hair and tug slightly. You moaned before chuckling, hand going to his chest to push him away slightly.
âPlease?"Â
"Aw, do you need me?â You teased, biting your lip and causing Tom to gently pull you closer to him, brushing up against your thigh.Â
âYes,â he breathed softly against your ear and you chuckled.
âWell, youâll have to wait, Iâm too injured for all that. Now come on, I donât want my father to be anymore pissed with you,â you said before grabbing his jacket from the bed and throwing it at him with a smirk.Â
âY/n Y/L/n, you are going to be the death of me."Â
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