Requested by maricwrites: A rival mob kidnaps Y/N and tries to kill her when she's alone, thinking that she's weak and needs protection. But in reality, she's very capable of taking down and killing multiple grown men, and so she handles the situation before Tom comes to save her.

I sat at my makeup table in mine and Tom's bedroom, my eyes glued to my own reflection in the mirror as I did my makeup. I looked at the door through the mirror as it opened, a smile curling onto my lips as my husband of five years walked in.

"Hey, Tommy." I chuckled as he walked in, and gently put his hands on my shoulders as he came and stood behind me.

"Hey, my love. You okay?" He asked gently.

"Yeah, you?" I returned.

"Yeah, I am. But, I have a deal with another mob, so I'm going to be gone for the day. I just wanted to say goodbye to my beautiful wife." He cooed, making me smile and bite my lip as he leant down and gently kissed my neck. Tom and I had been together for the last seven years, and had been married for five. Tom was my soulmate, despite my husband being in the incredibly dangerous world that was the world of mobs and underground crime. He was the leader of his own mob, the Holland mob, and so my husband was always wary of my safety, and the potential for his enemies to come after me. He tried to either take me with him on jobs, or stay at home and work from here, but today, neither of these cases could play out. And that was okay, I felt safe. It was just that Tom didn't feel the same.

"Okay, Tommy, I'll see you at dinner. I love you." I nodded.

"I love you too, sweetheart...are you sure that I can't convince you to come with me?" He mumbled into my skin. I chuckled and moved, making him look down at me as I looked at him over my shoulder. I bit my lip and gently cupped his face with my hand.

"No, you can't convince me. Because I'll be fine. I'm safe, you know that I am." I reassured him with a nod. He sighed and returned it as his beautiful eyes flicked over my face, as if to admire me.

"Okay. Alright, darling, okay. In that case, I'll see you for dinner tonight. Love you." He spoke as he leant down and pecked my lips.

"Love you too, Tommy. Go and kick some ass." I smiled.

"I always do." He returned, making me chuckle and shake my head as he left the room again, and shut the door behind him.

I sat at Tom's desk in his study, my eyes on the documents as I signed the pieces of paper, and did my part in the running of the mob. I looked up as there was a gentle knock on the closed door.

"Come in." I called out. The door opened, making me give Lia, my right-hand-woman, a small smile as she walked in.

"I have some more documents for you to sign. Mainly contracts for dirty cops to sign so that they're on our payroll." She nodded as she placed the paper on the desk.

"Brill, thanks, Lia." I spoke. She gave me a small smile and headed out again, my eyes going back down to the documents as she shut the door behind her. But then I heard something. Almost as soon as Lia left, I heard a quiet thump from behind the door, making me look up at it again.

"Lia?" I called out, my eyebrows furrowing and my concern growing as I got no response.

"Lia, are you okay?" I asked as I stood up and headed around the desk and to the door. I opened it, my eyes widening as Lia was lying, unconscious, just outside of the doorway.

"Fuck, Lia." I gulped as I dropped to my knees and gently tilted her head to make sure that she was alive and okay. But what I saw made my stomach drop. My eyes wavered, my heart virtually stopping in my chest at the sight of a tiny dart stuck into her neck. The dart had obviously had some sort of sedative on the needle, hence why she was knocked out. But I knew exactly what it meant. I had to get the fuck out. And I had to do it now. But I was too late. I looked up, my body getting ready to shoot up and run as I did. My eyes widened as the man dressed in all black stood right in front of me, his hand pointing the dart gun at me as we stared at each other.

"NO!" Before I knew it, he fired a dart at me. I choked, the pain of it having entered my neck surging through me as I tried to comprehend what had just happened. What was going to happen. It was safe to assume that whoever these assholes were, they were enemies of Tom's. And they were here for me.

"You won't get away with this. You won't." I shook my head, my eyes drooping as my body collapsed against the door out of the weakness that was quickly taking over.

"Sure, we will, Mrs. Holland. After all, what could be easier than killing the weak, defenseless wife of the mob leader who isn't here to save her?" The man cooed. I clenched my jaw at him, my body becoming weaker by the second as my eyes completely shut, and my body collapsed the rest of the way to the floor.

Tom's P.O.V

Tom stepped out of his car, the boy's fingers leaning up to do up his suit jacket as he headed back into the mansion. But as soon as he and Harrison walked in, something felt off. Tom's eyebrows furrowed, his bodyguards and brothers all looking at him with sheer terror on their faces as they saw him.

"What's going on? What happened?" He asked slowly. Sam and Harry gulped as they looked at each other.

"Y/N was taken." Harry admitted. Tom's eyes widened, his heart plummeting to his feet like it never had before as his worst fears were seemingly coming true.

"What?! When, what happened?!" Tom exclaimed.

"We're not entirely sure. All we know is that we found Lia unconscious in the doorway to your study, about five minutes ago. She had a tranquiliser dart in her neck. And, well...we can't find Y/N anywhere." Sam continued. Tom shook his head, tears pricking his eyes as he raised his hands to his curls in panic. He knew that he had to try and keep his cool, at least for the sake of finding Y/N alive. But at the end of the day, that was his wife. His worst fears were coming true, the love of his life had been taken by one of his enemies, and fuck knew if he'd find her again alive. The thought made him feel fucking sick, but he knew that he had to try. He had to get her back alive, if it was the last thing that he did.

"Right, check the CCTV, find out who the fuck did this, we roll out in five minutes to get these motherfuckers, and save my wife. Am I clear?" Tom spat as he looked at all of his men.

"You heard him, move." Harrison demanded, making all of them nod as they started to rush around to do their jobs. Tom choked and shook his head, tears starting to leave his eyes as he turned to Harrison.

"Haz, I-I can't lose her, I can't." He choked and shook his head.

"Hey, hey, it's okay, you won't lose her. We'll get Y/N back. And we'll get her alive." He promised. Tom nodded and took a deep breath, the boy trying to calm himself down for long enough to find the love of his life.

Y/N's P.O.V

I stared ahead blankly, my mind so fucking done with this shit as I sat on the chair in the middle of the warehouse. I had woken up after having been drugged and kidnapped, my body tied to the chair that I was on, and a rag in between my lips to gag me as I just sat there. Little did these fuckers know that they had taken the wrong wife. I had no doubt that these misogynistic assholes had assumed that I was a weak, vulnerable, terrified wife who needed Tom to come and save me. They'd see soon how wrong they were about that. My eyes flicked up as a few men walked in, the main one being the asshole who had knocked me out as they all strolled towards me.

"Look who we have here. Little Mrs. Tom Holland." He smirked and nodded. I rolled my eyes at him, making his smirk drop immediately.

"Hey, bitch, don't think for a second that you can show me that kind of attitude." He spat as he harshly grabbed my throat and forced me to look up at him. I stared at him straight in the eyes, my mind determined not to show the fact that his grip was suffocating me as I held my posture. The gruesome smirk curled back onto his lips as he pulled out a knife, the icy and sharp weapon being placed to my neck as he moved his hand.

"You ready to die? All alone, helpless, and forgotten by your husband?" He cooed before pulling down my gag.

"Go fuck yourself." I spat before raising my foot and harshly kicking his chest. This was my one chance to escape, and I knew it. So, I wasn't going to waste it. The man stumbled back as I kicked him, the force also making the chair that I was tied to fall backwards. But that was what I wanted. The chair collided with the concrete ground and broke instantly to set me free, and also give me weapons in the form of the broken and therefore sharp wooden slats that my wrists were still tied to. The men started to yell, gunshots beginning to ring out as they tried to kill me. But I was too quick. I rushed towards them and used the slats to stab two of the men in the chests, both of them groaning and then falling to the floor as I killed them. I did the same with the other two guards, only two of them left as I went through them like flies. I stabbed the second last one before grabbing the gun from the leader and turning it on him. He stared at me with wide eyes and an agape mouth, the man clearly shocked that I had actually been able to just take them all out as he stared down the barrel of his own gun.

"What the actual fuck?" He gulped. I nodded and cocked my head to the side as I stuck my tongue in my cheek.

"You took the wrong wife, asshole." I spat before firing the gun. The man's head flew back as the bullet ripped through his head, him being the last one to fall down as the shot killed him instantly. I puffed out and looked around at the bodies that now surrounded me.

"GET DOWN RIGHT FUCKING NOW!" I turned around as Tom and all of his men rushed into the warehouse with their guns poised. Tom's eyes widened as he saw me, his eyebrows also furrowing at the sight of all of the men already dead.

"Love, oh my god, are you okay?" He gulped as he rushed to me and tightly hugged me, his hand cupping my head as he pressed it to his chest.

"I'm fine, Tommy, none of them did anything." I reassured.

"They didn't, no, but it looks like you did. What the fuck happened?" He scoffed as he pulled away and looked at all of the chaos again.

"They took a wife who they thought would be weak, scared and defenseless. They were wrong." I shrugged.

"Yes, they were, that's my girl." He smirked, making me return it and bite my lip as he swung his arm over my shoulder and pulled me into his body before starting to lead us back out of the warehouse, and back to the safety of our home.