Tom Holland Imagines

The Art of Forgetting (Part Four) (Mob!Tom)

Tom was livid. He never thought that in the eight years he had been the king of the mob, that he could be moved to such anger.

He had specifically told Y/n to stay in her room; he had returned from meeting with his mother to find the room empty.

How could one girl be so utterly infuriating? He thought as he paced around the room. She couldn't have gone far, this was a big house and had taken him a little over a month after moving in to fully be confident that he knew where he was going.

The door was nearly pulled off of its hinges as he swung it open, his anger extending throughout the house as he went in search of his secret guest.

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Y/n stopped walking when she heard a loud bang as Haz led her through the house.

"What was that?" She asked, jogging to keep up with the tall man.

"Could be a number of things," He said simply and Y/n rolled her eyes.

"Mind telling me any of them?" She asked but only got quiet, his back to her as they continued forward. "No? That's cool."

At the end of a hallway, after what felt like one-thousand turns, they reached a pair of french doors. Haz took out a key and unlocked one of the doors, leading her inside and closing it behind him.

It was obviously an office. A polished dark wood desk sat on the right side of the room, facing the left. In front of her, there was a wall of windows facing the driveway of the house. Two red leather chairs sat facing the desk.

"Why red?" Y/n asked, sitting in one while Haz stayed standing.

"Stains aren't as visible when you're torturing somebody," He said shortly and Y/n nodded.

"Delightful," She whispered, sitting on the very edge of the cushion.

"Tom shouldn't be-"

The door flew open, giving Y/n a heart attack and causing Haz to tense up, by reflex reaching to open his suit jacket.

Tom stormed in, a dark look on his face and Haz immediately relaxed, leaning against the desk.

"Jesus Tom, what the hell was that for?" His words fell on deaf ears as Tom walked up to Y/n. He grabbed her bicep and pulled her up with little effort.

"What the fuck did I tell you about walking around this house?" He practically screamed, and she winced as his harsh words reached her ears.

"I just wanted to go exploring, if you expect me to stay here I need to know where here is," She said, trying to pull her arm out of his grip.

"You're so damn lucky you just found Harrison. God forbid you had found anybody else," He hissed at her.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Haz asked, a hint of hurt in his voice.

"Who else was there to find? This house is like a damn ghost town!"

"I'm trying to keep you safe! You do that by following my orders!" Tom roughly let go of her arm, walking around to the other side of his desk, yanking open a drawer.

"Is that what you tell everyone who comes here?" Y/n sassed back and Haz walked backwards towards the wall, trying to blend in and not be in the line of fire that was sparking between the male and female in front of him.

"As a matter of fact, it is!" Tom pulled a gun from the drawer, pulling his jacket away from his body, Y/n saw a holster strapped to his belt. "Harrison, take Y/n back to her room and meet me in the garage," he said, turning his full attention to his right-hand man.