(Please note that this imagine contains mentions of abuse and rape, so if you're triggered or upset by that, please don't read this imagine, or be mindful of it as you're reading. Thank you)

*Also, am tempted to turn this either into a full book or an imagines series, so let me know if you guys would want that. Thanks.*

I sat on the plush red sofa, my back against the sofa cushions and my arm hung casually over the arm of the sofa. My leg crossed over the other meant that the skirt of my dress revealed most of my thighs, which wasn't exactly the ideal position given how much trouble I was in already, but I didn't care. I sighed as I stared at my nail and waited to be called up to Tom's office. Being the twin sister of Harrison, AKA Tom's best friend, I was involved with the Holland gang as a birthright. Yet since I was younger than Harrison by a mere thirty minutes, that meant that both him and Tom, especially Tom, felt the need to keep me out of the business as much as possible and to protect me. Not that that stopped me. And that was why I was here, about to be told off by Tom for my latest stunt.

I sat in the Holland gang bar, swirling the olive-on-a-stick around my vodka martini as I stared at Caleb Foster from the bar, him being sat in a booth. My jaw clenched, my blood boiling at the man who had been grabbing girls from off of the street and raping them before leaving them for dead as he laughed and joked with his friends.

"This a bad time?" I clenched my jaw and reluctantly tore my gaze away from the monster to look at Tom, who leant against the bar with a smirk on his lips.

"Not at all." I sighed, regaining my composure as I sat up straight on the barstool and smoothed the skirt of my dress out against my legs.

"You sure? If looks could kill, Foster would be dead right now." He chuckled, biting his lip as he glanced at mine. I sighed again and looked at the attractive boy that was in front of me.

"Did you know that he's been snatching girls off of the street and raping them? The last I heard was that girl number six was assaulted last night." I nodded. Tom sighed, his smirk dropping as he glanced at Caleb.

"We're handling it, darling-."

"Are you, Tom? Because your version of "handling it" sounds like letting that fucker carry out his abuse rampage." I scoffed.

"Look, I totally get why this is upsetting you, I agree that only a monster would do what he's doing it. But Haz and I have to be very careful with how we go about this. The Fosters are the most powerful family in London after mine, you know that. That being said, we are doing something about it. I promise you that his behaviour will not go without punishment." He nodded. I rolled my eyes and downed my martini.

"Yeah, I've heard that one before." I mumbled before hopping down from the stool. Before I could leave, Tom grabbed my bicep, making me groan as I was forced to look at him again.

"Y/N, if I hear that you've gone after him, I will not be happy. Do you hear me?" he scoffed, obviously being able to recognise the look in my eyes that told him that I was about to do something monumentally stupid.

"Yes, Tommy, I hear you. Crystal fucking clearly." I nodded. He clenched his jaw at me as he dropped my arm, a hand running through his hazel curls.

"I need a cigarette." He mumbled, shaking his head before passing me and heading towards the door of the club. I sighed and looked back at Caleb, my eyes widening slightly as he was now alone.

"Perfect." I mumbled as I started to walk towards his booth. It was well known that Caleb had wanted to fuck me from the moment that I had turned of-age, not that I had ever reciprocated those feelings. But obviously, the simple reasoning that I just didn't want him had never been enough for him, making me lucky that Tom and Harrison's protection over me stopped him from doing anything, but also made him want to even more. And I was going to use that. As I got closer to him, I started to stumble, acting drunk so that he'd take advantage of that. His gaze flicked to me, his gross features curling into a horrific smirk as he skimmed his eyes up and down my body.

"Hey, babe." He smirked, making me fake a drunken giggle as I threw myself down onto the sofa beside him and leant against him, acting as drunk as I could.

"Caleb, how good to see you. Do you want to know a secret?" I giggled. He nodded and bit his lip, my self-restraint at its fullest as he leant down and tightly squeezed my dress-covered ass.

"I'm slightly drunk." I nodded, raising my fingers and pulling them apart a bit to demonstrate.

"I can tell, hot thing." He chuckled and nodded before looking around.

"Hey, um, where are Tom and Harrison?" he asked, obviously checking for their presences.

"I don't know." I shrugged, faking a hiccup. He nodded, the terrifying smirk returning to his face as he looked down at me.

"Y/N, how would you like to come home with me?" he asked, though him shifting out of the booth whilst pulling me with him told me that he clearly wasn't going to wait for an answer.

"No, I wanna stay here." I nodded as I tried to still act drunk.

"Oh come on, hot thing. Tom and Haz aren't here to look after you, so I will. Fuck, I'll look after you." He smirked, leaning down to squeeze my ass again as he wrapped his arm around my waist and started to walk me to the backdoor of the club.

"C-Caleb, I don't wanna go." I shook my head as I clung onto the boy. He just ignored me and continued to pull me out of the club. Little did he know that he was doing exactly what I wanted him to.

"Okay, here we go." He smirked as he opened the backdoor, the metal leading to the back alley as he walked us to a parked car.

"Alright, fun's over." I nodded as I got out of his grip. His eyes widened as I immediately punched him in the nose, making him groan and stumble back.

"What the fuck?!" he exclaimed as he cupped his now bleeding nose.

"It's not nice to be attacked, is it?" I spat as I raised my knee at the same time as cupping the back of his neck, slamming his face down onto my knee. He cried out loudly at the contact before falling onto the broken concrete of the street. I raised the skirt of my dress to reveal the gun holster strapped to my thigh, making Caleb's eyes widen further as I pulled out my custom-made gun and pointed it at him.

"Woah, woah, let's think about this!" he yelled, holding his hands up.

"I've done a lot of thinking, Caleb. I started thinking about doing this the moment that I found out you'd raped that poor girl. Then that turned into two girls, then three, then four...you get the picture." I nodded.

"I-I didn't mean to! I...I just...I wanted something to do." He tried to defend himself. My eyes widened and I scoffed as I cocked the gun.

"Bye, asshole." I spat as I moved my finger to the trigger. Suddenly, Harrison appeared between Caleb and the barrel of my gun, making my eyes widen.

"Harrison, what the-." Before I could finish talking, my bicep was harshly grabbed, and Tom started to drag me back to the door of the club.

"You're in so much fucking trouble, darling. So much." He mumbled lowly, making me gulp as he pulled me back into the building.

I looked up and sighed as Harrison walked towards the sofa that I was sat on.

"He's ready for you, mate." He nodded. I rolled my eyes as I stood up and trotted to the elevator, making Harrison roll his eyes too.

"If I were you, I'd drop the fucking attitude. You really don't want to go in there with that today." He scoffed and shook his head.

"Bite me, Haz." I smiled sweetly as I got into the elevator. He rolled his eyes again and shook his head as the elevator door shut and the container rose to the level that Tom's office was on. The doors opened and I walked out. I gulped, suddenly feeling slightly nervous as I saw Tom walk by the door of his office before disappearing again.

"Tommy?" I asked timidly as I knocked my fist against the door before walking slightly into the room. Tom leant against the desk, his hands against the wood as he looked ahead before looking at me. He turned around to face me and my eyes widened as he held a gun in his hand.

"T-Tommy...whatever you're about to do, please reconsider." I gulped. Even I knew that if Tom called you up to his office whilst holding a gun, it was probably the end of your days, and I was the only member of the gang that he would never lay a hand on. In theory, anyway.

"Just come in, darling." He nodded, his voice quiet. Too quiet. I shook my head and started to back out of the room again.

"I don't want to talk to you whilst you're holding a gun." I gulped, tears starting to prick my eyes.

"Y/N, get in the fucking office." He spoke. I shook my head before turning to run.

"For fucks' sake." I heard Tom mumble before footsteps started to follow me. I screamed as he grabbed me from behind, his arms wrapping around my waist and him picking me up to carry me back to his office.

"GET OFF OF ME! YOU'RE HURTING ME!" I screamed as he carried me back into his office, shutting the door with his foot as he did.

"Stop fighting it, Y/N." he spat in my ear as he put me down but immediately pinned me to the wall. I choked, tears starting to leave my eyes as he put a hand around my throat, not strangling me but keeping me pinned against the wall as he held the gun to my head.

"I fucking told you not to go after Foster. I told you that Haz and I were dealing with him, and yet you fucking put yourself in harm's way and did it anyway." He spat, staring at me with eyes filled with pure anger.

"He had to be stopped and I knew what I was doing-I'm sorry, Tommy, but please, I'm begging you, don't do this!" I cried.

"I'm sorry, Y/N, but I have to. Alan Foster contacted me, Caleb told him what happened. Unless you apologise, unless you beg for your life, I'm sorry but I have to pull this trigger." He shook his head. I choked, gripping the hand that was still around my throat as I stared at the boy.

"I won't beg, Tommy. Pull the trigger, I don't care anymore, but I won't beg." I choked. Tom's eyes widened and his grip on my neck loosened slightly, the barrel of the gun also faltering against my head.

"W-what?" he scoffed quietly.

"I did what was right. I know that you don't think it was, but it was, Tommy-."

"You did what was right, but you disobeyed a direct order to do it." He spat.

"I did it to stop a rapist-."

"A rapist that we were already in the process of stopping." He snapped again, his grip on my neck tightening again and the barrel of the gun being placed flat against my skin as he returned to his tough exterior.

"Now, I told you to fucking beg." He nodded. I choked again.

"No."

"Beg for your life, Y/N."

"I said no."

"AND I SAID TO FUCKING BEG!" Tom suddenly shouted.

"NO!" I screamed back. Tom stared at me, his nostrils flaring in anger as he studied my face. Suddenly, he removed his hand and the gun from my skin and started to walk towards his desk, making me choke and sink to the floor as my knees suddenly became weak. Tom faced me as he leant against his desk, the gun now on the surface as he gripped the sides of the desk with his head down.

"Foster never contacted me. I made that shit up." He admitted quietly. My eyes widened and I looked up at him.

"You just...put a gun to my head and made me beg for my life...for nothing?" I whispered, tears streaming down my face. He looked at me.

"Y/N-."

"You're fucking crazy." I choked, shaking my head as I stood up on weak legs and headed for the door.

"Y/N, don't go." Tom begged as he followed me.

"I don't want to be around you." I cried as I reached out to grasp the doorknob. Instead, my wrist was taken, and I was turned around by Tom and pinned to the wall again. But instead of the terrifying grip that the boy had had me in mere seconds ago, he stood just there, his hand gently grasping my wrist, the only thing stopping me from moving being his body. He sighed and looked down, his other hand raising and landing flat against the wall beside my head.

"I did it to teach you a lesson. I'm sorry that I scared you so much, but it had to be a severe lesson. I don't think that you understand what could have happened with Caleb." He mumbled.

"I fully do, Tom-."

"No, you don't." he stated as he looked back at me. I gulped as I saw tears pricking his stunning eyes.

"You could have ended up like all of those other girls. You could have been raped by him, or worse, killed, and I couldn't let that happen. Do you have any idea what it would do to Haz and I if you were sexually assaulted, let alone killed? We'd never be able to live with ourselves again, I'd never be able to live with myself again. I couldn't let that happen to you." He choked, shaking his head. I gulped again. Tom had to keep up a tough exterior so that his enemies wouldn't mess with him. The exterior was so solid, though, that even I had never seen him like this before. It was oddly humanizing.

"He has to be taken down, Tom. I'm sorry that I put myself in harm's way, but it had to be done." I nodded. He sighed and returned it, cupping my cheek.

"I'm going to make you a promise, darling, but I need a promise from you in return." He spoke. I sighed and nodded, making him look at me.

"I promise that I will do everything, and I mean everything, in my power to take Caleb Foster down. I agree that what he's done can never be forgiven and is horrific, so you have my word that after today, he will stop breathing." He nodded. I looked at him.

"What am I promising in return?" I asked.

"That you never put yourself in harm's way again. You see someone doing something that you don't like, you come to Haz and I, and I promise that they will be dealt with. But I never, ever, want you putting yourself in danger again. Promise me, angel." He demanded. I sighed and looked at the boy.

"Okay, Tommy. I promise." I whispered. He breathed a sigh of relief and nodded before using his hand on my cheek to tilt my face up as he leant down and pressed our lips together softly. I returned the kiss, holding his waist as he cupped my cheeks. He broke the kiss but kept his eyes closed for a moment as he gently brushed the side of his nose against mine.

"You know that I'll do anything to keep you safe, darling. But you need to work with me on that." He nodded. I bit my lip and looked at the boy.

"I will, Tommy. I promise." I whispered. He gave me a small smile and nodded again before leaning down and capturing my lips with his once more.