Requested by tiktokxxoo: Tom is a mob boss and kidnaps Y/N, who is his rival boss' girlfriend, and they end up falling in love.

Tom's P.O.V

Tom sat in the nightclub with Harrison and his brothers, a cigarette in between his fingers as his eyes drifted over the crowded and dark room.

"Is everyone clear on the plan?" Tom asked, his eyes still skimming over the club as he continued to look for his target for the night.

"Are you sure that you want to do this tonight, mate?" Harrison asked.

"Look, we know that he's going to be here tonight, which means that she's going to be here. I don't know when we'll next get an opportunity like this, so we need to seize it. Am I clear?" Tom checked again as he looked back at his right-hand-man and his brothers.

"Boss." Harrison nodded. Tom returned it before looking back out onto the club floor. And as soon as he did, he saw...her. His eyes wavered, a thick lump growing in his throat with how fucking good she looked as she walked in on the arm of his rival, Andrew Reeves. And she was the target for tonight. Y/N Y/L/N. She obviously clocked him too, Tom's lips curling into a smirk as he saw her gaze also waver and her gulp harshly. Because the truth was that Tom and Y/N weren't just two people who had undeniable sexual tension, no. Tom was the boss of the most feared mob in London, the Holland mob. Whilst his was without doubt the most powerful and terrifying gang, he did have plenty of rivals, including Andrew Reeves, the boss of the only mob that truly rivalled Tom's. And that was where Andrew's girlfriend, Y/N, came in. She has been introduced into this world when she'd started dating Andrew, but Tom would always be thankful for that because she was the most stunning girl that he'd ever seen. They didn't cross paths much due to Andrew keeping her away from Tom, for the exact purpose of protecting her from what would happen tonight, but whenever they did see each other, Tom would fall in love with her all over again. But tonight wasn't about getting her for him, no. Tonight, Tom and his men planned to kidnap Y/N, for the sole reason of weakening Andrew and gaining even more power over him. Of course Tom had no intention of hurting the beautiful girl, but Y/N and Andrew didn't know that.

"Here we go, boys. Here we fucking go." Tom nodded as he put out his cigarette on the ashtray, the rest of the boys nodding too as all of them stood up and started to head down into the crowd, and towards Y/N.

Y/N's P.O.V

Andrew and I walked along the street, our hands joined and my heels clicking against the cobbles as we headed towards the row of clubs.

"Here we go." Andrew mumbled, my boyfriend of a year going first as he led me into the club. Immediately red light surrounded us, the thumping music being felt in my chest as the smell of cheap alcohol and weed filled my nostrils. I grimaced slightly at it, my mind still not completely used to this world as Andrew continued to lead me in.

"Do you want a drink?" Andrew asked.

"Yeah, please." I nodded, making him return it as I looked around. But as soon as I did, I wished that I hadn't. My eyes wavered as they landed on Tom Holland, the man's lips curling into a smirk as he saw me looking at him and gulping. I unwillingly held the gaze as I desperately tried to keep my cool, but my pounding heart and fluttering stomach was telling me the truth behind what the hazel-haired mob boss did to me. I had been introduced to this world a year ago when I had started dating Andrew, though I had to admit that since the moment that I had seen Tom for the first time, my heart had flipped like it never had before. Everything about him from his gorgeous chocolate eyes, hazel curls and dangerous smile made me fall for him. But I was with Andrew, and I wouldn't betray that trust. Not to mention that I knew how dangerous Tom was. Andrew made a point of keeping me away from his rival because god knew what would happen if Tom ever got his hands on me. I knew that Tom wouldn't hesitate to ever use me against Andrew, and to potentially hurt me, and so I'd let Andrew keep me away from him. Even if my heart constantly told me to let the sexual tension between us explode. But that was why I had to leave, and I had to leave now. Tom hadn't broken my gaze once, and this was a dangerous game to be playing. Tom turned and said something to his men, making them all look at me as he put out his cigarette and stood up. My eyes widened.

"A-actually, babe, I need some fresh air, I'll be just outside." I nodded, my eyes still on Tom and my heart speeding up more by the second as I watched him and his men start to push through the crowded club. And towards me.

"Okay." He shrugged before heading towards the bar. I looked forward to Tom again, my heart in my throat almost suffocating me as he inched closer. I gulped and turned, my own body starting to push through the tight crowds as I got to the door as quickly as I could. Within a few seconds, the cold night air hit me harshly, making me take a deep breath and close my eyes as I tried to calm myself down.

"You alright, darling?" My eyes shot open, my heart jumping harshly as Tom's silky smooth, and yet terrifying voice called out. I swallowed thickly, my eyes wavering as he sauntered towards me with his hands in his suit trouser pockets. I shook my head and immediately turned around, a gasp leaving my lips and my eyes widening even further as Tom's right-hand-man was behind me, and his brothers were on either side of me. Meaning that I was surrounded.

"Get away from me." I spat as I started to walk backwards again. But before long, I collided with Tom's chest, making my eyes widen and a scream leave my lips as he grabbed me.

"Sh, sh, darling, this doesn't have to be difficult." He cooed, making me choke as he put a hand over my mouth to silence my screams. I winced as I felt him puncture my neck with a needle, my head feeling dizzy within seconds as he released the drug into my blood.

"That's it, my love, come easily, go to sleep." Tom whispered into my ear, my heart fluttering even in my drugged up state as his lips brushed the shell of my ear. My legs gave way, Tom's arms holding me into his body as he gently lowered me to the ground. I tried my hardest to fight whatever he'd injected, though that was a losing battle as my eyes fluttered shut, and my body went limp in the man's arms.

Quiet groans and whimpers left my lips as I started to come to, my brain pounding harshly against my skull as I slowly but surely opened my eyes. And as soon as I did, I knew that something was seriously wrong. I raised my head and looked around the beautiful and large bedroom in confusion, my eyes not recognising this as being Andrew's room. Unless...it wasn't.

"Shit." I gulped, everything flooding back to me as I sat up in the admittedly comfortable bed that I was lying in. The issue was that I didn't know who it belonged to. I looked down and gulped again as my body was no longer clad in the dress and heels that I'd gone out in, but was instead dressed in a man's white dress shirt. One that once again, wasn't Andrew's. In fact, I recognised the scent of the cologne from when Tom had been holding me when he'd drugged me, making me gulp at the realisation. Tom had put me in his clothes. His clothes. My eyes wavered and I stood from the tall bed, my heart still pounding harshly in my chest as I padded hurriedly to the closed door. I grabbed the doorknob and immediately twisted, but it failed to open. My eyes widened, an annoyed breath leaving my lips as I tried again.

"Come on, fucking come on." I mumbled angrily through gritted teeth as I desperately pulled the doorknob, but no matter what I did, it wouldn't come loose. I gulped and looked up at the door before starting to hammer my fists against it.

"Help! Someone HELP, PLEASE!" I yelled at the top of my lungs as I continued to bang on the door as loudly as I could.

"HELP, ANYONE, PLEASE-." I gasped and stumbled back a step, my eyes widening as the door suddenly opened. My eyes widened further as it opened to reveal Tom, the terrifying man letting his eyes flick up and down my body as he wandered into the room with his hands in his trouser pockets, just like they'd been when he first approached me last night. We stared at each other, my eyes wavering as for every step forward that he took, I took one back in order to keep distance between us. But I couldn't lie, that wasn't because I feared for my life in his presence. It was because I didn't trust myself being that close to him.

"I wouldn't do that again, my love. It's not a good idea." He smirked and shook his head, his eyes flicking between my lips and my body clad in his shirt as he continued to wander towards me. I gulped and decided to stop, my mind figuring that if I were to die by his hands, I didn't want to show this attractive asshole any fear. I stopped in my tracks, making Tom's eyebrows raise slightly in surprise and his smirk widen as me stopping meant that we were now barely an inch apart, and he had to look down at me to see me.

"Yeah? What'll happen if I do?!" I spat defiantly. His smirk widened as his hand raised to my cheek, making my eyes waver and my heart once again jump violently in my chest at the action. At the fact that despite this man barely knowing me, he knew exactly what to do to turn me into putty in his hands. Tom's gaze stayed on my lips, making me gulp harshly as his thumb gently pressed down on the middle of my bottom lip to part them slightly. After a second, his eyes flicked back up to my own, his chocolate orbs significantly darker than they had been just seconds ago as he looked at me.

"Trust me, darling. You don't want to find out."