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I sat in my bedroom, doing my makeup and making sure that I looked presentable. Suddenly there was a knock on my door, followed by it immediately opening. I looked at who it was in my table's mirror and sighed as I saw my dad's right-hand man.

"What is it?" I sighed.

"Your father needs to talk to you." He nodded.

"I'm sure that he can wait five minutes for me to do my makeup-."

"He says that it's urgent. It's regarding the Holland boy." He admitted. I raised my eyebrow and turned around on the stool fully to look at him, telling him that he had my interest peaked. As the heir to the biggest mob in London, I had many responsibilities. One of them being keeping tabs on the heir to the second biggest mob in London, Tom Holland. Over the years, we'd shared a lot of run-ins, mainly due to the fact that he was a cocky little shit who was always getting in the way of my dad's business. I was sure that this time would be no different.

"What did he do now?" I sighed as I stood up and headed to him, allowing him to lead me out of my room.

"I'll let your father explain." He mumbled. I looked at him with furrowed eyebrows as we walked into my dad's office. He looked up at us as we walked in.

"You wanted to see me?" I asked.

"Are you aware that that little Holland shit hijacked the last drug shipment? Fifteen of my men dead and one-hundred-thousand pounds worth of drugs gone." He stated.

"That sounds like Tom, alright." I sighed and crossed my arms over my chest. He looked up at me.

"Okay, and what are you going to do about it?" he asked. My eyebrows furrowed and I dropped my arms.

"The deal is that I keep tabs on him, not that I deal with what happens if he fucks with us-."

"Well considering that he managed to pull this off because you clearly failed to keep tabs on him, I feel that it's only fair for you to deal with handling him. It'll also show me what I need to see." He nodded.

"Dad, what are you talking about?" I scoffed. He sighed and stood from his desk, looking at me as he did.

"I'm getting older, as are you. Dealing with the Holland boy will be your first trial for me to make sure that you're ready to take over in being the leader of the mob." He admitted. My eyes widened.

"You're not serious. Are you serious?" I smiled.

"Of course I'm serious, honey. You're twenty-four now. You're growing up, and you've showed me over the last five years that you're ready for this. Take care of the Holland boy, that's your first trial." He nodded. I returned it and smiled at him before walking to the door. I turned to my dad's right-hand man.

"Get me Tom Holland. And get me him alive."

I sat in my office in my dad's mansion, waiting for his right-hand man to get back to me.

"Do you actually think that he'll make you the leader of the mob?" Jacob scoffed as he leant against one of the bookcases.

"Why wouldn't he? I'm the only heir to the mob, and I'm old enough now to take it over." I shrugged.

"But your first trial is to kidnap, and presumably kill, Tom." He stated. I sighed and nodded as I looked at him.

"There's always a catch." I mumbled, making Jacob nod. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, making us both look at it.

"Fuck off, unless you have an alive Tom Holland with you!" I yelled to whoever it was. The door opened, making my eyes widen as Tom was pushed into the room.

"Stop fucking man-handling me." The boy spat at my dad's guard before he looked at me. I bit my lip, drinking in his appearance. I had to admit that he looked good. Whatever my dad's guys had done to him had resulted in his hair being messed up, slight bruising on his face and his white dress shirt ending up slightly bloody. But the roughed up look did suit him. He smirked as he saw me.

"Wow. You must really want to see me if you had your guys kidnap me." He teased as he bit his lip. I rolled my eyes as I stood up and crossed my arms over my chest.

"Cut his hands free. You've done enough damage to him, let's not make him return with rope burns on his wrists too." I ordered. Tom's smirk stayed on his lips, his eyes flicking up and down my body as I moved around my desk to be in front of him. The men cut his hands free, making the boy rub his wrists.

"You hijacked another one of our shipments. And my father wants your head for it." I nodded. Tom laughed and shook his head, making me squint my eyes at him.

"The only head that anyone around here is going to get is a blowjob, and it'll be you giving me that, sweetheart." He smirked as he moved closer to me so that he towered over me.

"You better stop talking to her like that." Jacob spoke as he put a hand on Tom's chest and pushed him back.

"Leave him, Jacob. He's relying on us getting angry." I nodded.

"Listen to your master, bitch boy." Tom smirked, making Jacob clench his jaw.

"You going to keep being a jackass or are we going to talk about this like adults?" I asked.

"Let's find out, babe." Tom nodded. I stared up at him, the smirk on his lips starting to piss me off.

"Everyone out." I demanded, making his smirk widen as Jacob looked at me.

"Y/N, are you sure-."

"I can handle myself, get the fuck out." I nodded. Jacob sighed and gave Tom one last glare before walking towards the door, along with my dad's man who brought Tom in. Tom stuck his hands in his trouser pockets and looked at the door closing before turning back to me.

"Now that they're gone..." he smirked as he curled his arms around my waist and pulled me into his body before leaning down. I put two fingers on his lips, rejecting his kiss.

"I didn't get you kidnapped and brought here for us to hook up. I actually have some big news to tell you." I nodded as I removed my fingers from his lips. He sighed and nodded before letting me go, making me look at him.

"What's the big news then? Is it that we can finally come clean about our relationship? Because that's the only news that I want to hear." He smiled. I returned it and bit my lip.

"My father is stepping down. He's going to make me the leader of the mob." I admitted. Tom's eyes widened.

"Oh my god. Oh my god, this is amazing!" he laughed, making me return it and squeal as he wrapped his arms around my waist and lifted me up before spinning me around as I laughed. He put me down and pressed our lips together, making me smile into the kiss as I returned it and held his face. I broke the kiss and smiled at him before it dipped.

"What is it, babe? This is good, once you're the leader, our fathers can't do anything to stop us from being together." He shook his head. I sighed and looked up at him.

"My dad didn't just want you kidnapped. This is a trial. In order to prove to him that I'm ready for it, he expects me to kill you for hijacking our shipment." I admitted. His eyes widened slightly.

"What?! I've hijacked your shipments for years, why does he only want me dead now?" he scoffed.

"He's wanted you dead for years, Tommy. It's just that now, he's expecting me to do it." I gulped. He returned it and nodded.

"It's okay, we can figure this out. We've had bigger threats to our lives." He shrugged. I looked at him.

"Like what, Tom?" I scoffed. He opened his mouth to speak before pausing.

"Okay, I can't think of anything off of the top of my head, but the point is that we'll figure this out. Tell your dad that you killed me, and I'll lay low until he retires and makes you the leader." He spoke. I sighed and looked at him.

"You think that that would actually work?" I gulped.

"It's either that, or you actually kill me. And I'd like to think that you'd prefer my way over that." He nodded, making me smile at him.

"Okay. We'll try your way. But you have to lay low, otherwise my dad won't make me the leader and then we're fucked regardless." I sighed.

"I know, I promise that I'll lay low." He reassured. I sighed again and nodded as he curled his arms around my waist again.

"Are you sure that you didn't have me kidnapped so that we could hook up?" he teased. I rolled my eyes playfully at him.

"Shut up and kiss me." I scoffed, making him smirk as he leant down and pressed our lips together. I smirked into it, squealing against his lips as he lifted me up and sat me on my desk, his body in between my legs as he deepened the kiss.