Tom blew a breath of smoke. He hated smoking for the health reasons, but sometimes he just needed it. His back against the headboard of the expensive king sized bed. The sheets black to match the room decor. He stared straight ahead as his fingers stroked the hair of the woman next to him. Her bare body hidden under the covers. Tom's eyes rolled over her body, memorizing it. Not like he had to, because it was already memorized. She looked so peaceful to him, so sweet and innocent, but she was far from it.
A buzz drew Tom's attention away from her. He sighed putting out the cigaret and dialing a number. He slowly got out the bed, trying not to wake the female mobster. She stirred, but didn't wake. Tom walked to his private bathroom and closed the door. "Haz?" He breathed.
"It's like 6 in the morning you div, what's up?" Harrison, Tom's right hand man and best friend, asked.
Tom rolled his eyes leaning against the countertop. "Did you solve our little problem or not? That money better be back in the account." He muttered.
"The stolen money problem?" He asked. "That's all taken care of."
He took in a breath of relief. "Remember to be here by one and tell Sam and Harry to be here as well." He hung up without letting him answer. He crept back into the room where Y/n was redressing. "Leaving already angel?" Tom frowned.
Y/n turned around and saw Tom. He was dressed in his boxers. "Depends if you're gonna make it worth my while to stay." She fixed the straps of her bra.
"Oh I can definitely make it worth your while." Tom wrapped his arms around her from behind. He planted kisses down her spine. "Stay for a minute, let me feel you."
Y/n moaned. "I wish I could Tommy, but I my father is requesting me to see him." She told him. It was the truth, her father didn't like to wait for her so It was best if she got there on time. "You could come over tonight, my place?" She bent down to get her shirt.
Tom groaned at the sight of her bent over in front of him. "Or you could stay and I can show you how good I am..." He'd began sliding her panties down her legs once more. "Come on princess, you know you want to." His voice low in her ear.
She bit her lip. "I suppose-" Her own yelp of surprise cut her off as Tom picked her up and put her on the bed. He was the only one who could coax her into disobeying her father. It was her weakness, he was her weakness.
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"You wished to see me father?" Y/n walked into her fathers office. She was cleaned up with a black blouse and a red pencil skirt, with her high heels. She was trained to take in the surrounding room and it was different. She noticed that there were six men inside the room, but one stood out. Usually only four men guarded her father. He never needed a lot of men because he insisted that he could take care of himself, but the men were simply shields for stray bullets in a gun fight.
Her father blew out some smoke. "2 hours late." He mumbled looking down at his papers in front of him. He was a very intimidating man, the only true person Y/n could ever be afraid of. "What were you doing that costed me two hours?"
Y/n's jaw clenched and unclenched. "Personal business father." She glared at him while he wasn't looking.
He huffed. "Personal business." It came out as an insult and he wanted her to know that. "Not only did you keep me waiting you kept Mr. Travis waiting as well."
Mr. Travis or Travis was the young buff man in the room, the one who stood out to Y/n. She didn't know if it was the way his eyes stared her down, or the black glasses he wore, or the black suit he was wearing, but he was different. Travis smirked moving to meet her. "Nice to meet you Ms. Y/l/n." His accent was thick as he pulled her hand up and kissed it. His brown eyes were boring into hers.
She pulled her hand away from his. "Nice to meet you as well." She lied and put on her best fake smile. When she looked back at her father he was now standing up. "Dad what is this about?" She spoke very quietly as she moved towards him.
Her father, Y/f/n blew a puff of his cigar out before putting it down. With a wave of his hands all the men left the room, including Mr. Travis. "My daughter..." He breathed. "So eager to learn this business." His hand patted her shoulder. "So unaware of the cost..."
"What are you talking about?" Y/n sought. Her mind was in a spiral from his word games, something she always hated as a young girl. She was still thinking about the weird indescribable feeling she was getting from the Mr. Travis.
"Otello's dead." He said blatantly. "Shot twice mid range, one of our men found him in an alley." The big man found himself walking around his own daughter. "Care to explain?"
Y/n thought back to the day before. "Otello was fine when I released him, a few broken fingers, but he was fine." She swore.
Her father nodded and sat down at his desk. "Otello was one of our new assets, we had money invested in him, find out and eliminate who killed him."
"Yes sir." She turned to leave the big office. It was bigger than hers and had much more expensive things to value. She remembered coming into his office as a little girl and sitting in his chair spinning around until he came back in. He would sit her on his lap while he filled out paperwork. A simpler time.
"And Y/n..." He stopped her in her tracks. "Take Travis with you. I think you two would work well together."
Y/n visibly rolled her eyes. "Okay dad." She said sarcastically. She still liked to treat him as if he was a normal dad and that she was still a teenager.
Her father chuckled. "You'll learn to get along..." He said. "I promise."
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Tom looked up at his dark doors at the sound of it opening. He was busy looking over some paperwork. "Harrison, I told you to knock." He sighed with annoyance. "What do you need."
"First off, fuck you and second of all, that guy that we caught stealing from us, he was doing business with the Y/l/n's." Harrison slammed a stack of papers on the wooden desk. "The Y/l/n's don't like when we kill their business."
Tom's jaw clenched. "You mean Y/f/n y/l/n doesn't like it." He hated when Y/n was compared to her father or even mixed in with him. He knew that deep down inside you were nothing like your father.
Harrison scoffed. "You still fuckin' with that?" He shook his head like he couldn't believe his ears. "She's the reason why we aren't growing, don't you want to be the king of the London mob?"
Tom stood up facing his best mate. "I already am the king of the London mob, they fear me. How long do you think Y/n's father has to live?" Tom challenged.
His best mate shrugged his suit covered shoulders. "He's an old fucker so I wouldn't be so surprised if he died soon." Harrison was a good looking man, blonde hair and blue eyes. Most women liked his style.
"Exactly, now Y/n, she's another story..." He trailed off thinking about her. Her perfectness, her beautiful features,how in love he was with her.
Harrison rolled his eyes. He felt bad for his best friend, so in love with someone he knew he couldn't have. It almost made him pity the brit. "Jaques Otello was his name, I can tell you now they are coming for us."
The door opened once more and the two twins entered, Harry first and then Sam. "What do you want div?" Harry spoke in his normal voice, but he was annoyed already.
Tom visibly rolled his eyes, settling down in his leather black chair. "We have a problem, I'd like you to take care of it." Tom muttered. He'd stuck a cigarette in his mouth and lit it. "Seems we might have men on their way to kill us again, infiltrate their plans and stop it before it happens."
Harry's nose scrunched. "That's all you wanted?" An eyebrow raised in question. "Could've just called mate."
"The files mate?" Tom smirked. Nodding to the files stacked neatly on his desk. He watched his brother roll his eyes and pick up the vanilla colored files.
"That all Tom?" Sam finally spoke. "We still have to meet mum after this."
Tom nodded and waved them off. He clicked his tongue before pulling out a fresh cigarette. Harrison had moved to light it for him. Tom sighed and exhaled the smoke. "Get my car ready." He ordered Harrison.
Harrison pulled out his phone and typed a few things. "Where are you going?"
"To handle some business..." He mumbled looking down at the paper in front of him. Otello was written all over it.