I pour myself a glass of scotch on the rocks and I look out over the skyline of London. My office is at the top of my building so I can enjoy the view out of the huge window. I hold the glass up to my lips as I stare into space, thoughts running free. Until I hear a beep.
"Miss Knight?" My assistant, Cameron timidly speaks through the buzzer.
"Yes?"
"Mr Holland is here to see you." She almost whispers. I sigh.
"Send him in." I stay in the same spot, looking out my window. I feel a presence behind me and I look at the window to find Toms reflection staring right at my ass.
"Enjoying the view?" I cheekily ask.
"As always," he smirks at his own comment.
"We're Rivals Not Lovers,"
"Something in between" He grins.
I turn around and place the crystal glass on my large, wooden desk and Tom watches as I do.
"Such clean hands for a mob leader."
"I use gloves darling. These are the money makers." I twinkle my fingers at him.
"Thought it was your ass," he snarls, licking his lips with satisfaction.
"Why are you here, Mr Holland?" I snap as I lean against the table, flipping my long, black hair behind me.
"A proposal," he placed his hands smoothly into his pockets.
"For what?"
"I was thinking we could join forces,"
I scoff at his proposal.
"And why would I want to work with you?" I push my self off the table delicately and walk slowly towards him.
"Because we're very similar Miss Knight." He smiles, staring me in the eye intently.
"You think we're similar?" I scoff.
"Very much so," he smiles. I pause.
"What would be in it for me?" I ask.
"Partners,"
"I'm talking numbers, Mr Holland." He looks down and chuckles lightly then back up to meet my eyes with a soft smoulder.
"35 percent,"
"Do I look like a joke to you?" I motion my hands around my huge office and he scoffs.
"40 percent." He firmly answers.
"50," I raise him. He scoffs again and gently scratches his nose and places his hand back into his pocket.
"45."
"50 percent," I state again, walking closer to him.
"47." He looks me dead in the eye, not intimidated by me.
"50 percent Mr Holland or the deal is off." I fold my arms as I come face to face with him.
"Fine. 50/50." I hold my hand out and he shakes it.
"Anything else?" I gently ask with a smile.
"No, that'll be all. I'll get back to you with more information." He walks towards the door and opens it.
"Have a good day Miss Knight.
"Mr Holland?" I call just before he leaves. He turns back.
"I would of settled for 35..." I take a sip of my scotch as I smirk. He holds back a grin and shakes his head as he shuts the door behind him.
"Cameron?" I shout through.
"Uh, Yes Miss Knight?" She opens my door in a fluster.
"What's on my schedule today?" I ask with a smile as I sit at my desk.
"Oh yes, well," she takes out her clipboard.
"Darling come in," I motion for her to sit in the chair at the opposite side of my desk. She gracefully sits.
"11 o'clock meeting with your father here, that's in 30 minutes. Then a 1 o'clock meeting here with Mr Solano. Your schedule will then vary after that meeting." She smiles nervously at me.
"Right Okay thank you." I smile. She gets up and starts to leave.
"Also miss, you'll need to change your outfit remember." She smiles as she hands me a black, conservative dress.
"Thank you so much Cameron." I smile.
"No problem Miss." She smiles as she closed the door behind her. I change into the over the knee and shoulder covering, black dress and I sit back down at my desk awaiting my father.
"Lord Knight has arrived Miss." Cameron informs me through the buzzer.
"Thanks Cam." I say back. The door suddenly opens.
"Violet! How nice to see you!" I stand up to embrace my tall father.
"Come sit Pop," I motion at the seat.
"How was your meeting with Tom?" He asks.
"It was interesting. We're going 50/50 in a partnership deal." I smile at him.
"Well I'm glad. I've always loved that boy. I don't see why you two don't get along." He shakes his head.
"Because we're doing the same job in the same place,"
"He's like the son I never had," he smiles at me. I roll my eyes.
"So, I actually wanted to talk to you about Tom." He clasps his hands on my desk.
"I want you two together."
"Excuse me?" I ask shocked.
"You do the same job, you're the same age and you're obviously lovers." He shrugs.
"Father do not imply that I am Lovers with that man!" I raise my voice.
"But it's true," he smiles.
"How would you know?" I ask.
"Dom told me."
"A-Wha, Wha-" I stutter.
"Tom told Dom Violet. No getting past that." He chuckles.
"I hate men." I cross my arms.
"Me and Dom want you two together. It's just a matter of time." Father gets up from his seat and opens the door.
"Have a good day darling," he smiles and leaves.
So much for a casual catch up...
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Rivals Not Lovers
FanfictionViolet Knight and Tom Holland are the most notorious mobster rivals in the modern world. The gorgeous dark haired Violet and the irresistible curly headed Tom find themselves working together...but they're Rivals Not Lovers...right?