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My Life Is Your Life - Part 14

WARNING! TALKS OF DRUGS, RAPE, AND ABUSE!! PROCEED WITH CAUTION! 

Part 13

The drive to the restaurant was short and the extravagant look of the place never ceased to amaze you. You almost forgot who you were dating for a moment before touching the diamond necklace on your neck.

“I’ll never get over this.” You said under your breath.  

Tom laughed. “Well, love, this is your life now.”  

He got out of the car, valet opening your door, but before you could take the poor kids outstretched hand, Tom was there. “No need, boy. That woman only touches one man, and that’s me.”  

The kid backed away, clearly aware of how powerful Tom was by the frightened look on his face.

“S-sorry.” He stuttered before backing away. Tom helped you out of the car and threw the keys to the valet. When the kid got into Tom’s car, you elbowed him.  

“You are ridiculous. He was just being courteous.” You said.

Tom pulled you tight to him. “I’m sure he was, but I don’t want him getting any ideas about you. Those are my thoughts to have and act upon.”  

His breath fanned across your face, making you weak for only a moment. His lips inches from yours.  

“Then kiss your woman right now. Let the world know I'm yours.” You said, taunting him.

His lips connected with yours is a fiery passion. A clearing of someone’s throat is what brought you back to reality.

“Good to see he gets his good kissing genes from me.” Dominic said. A blush rose to your cheeks as you hid your face in the crook of Tom’s neck, stifling a giggle.

“Oh hush, let the kids have their moment.” Nicola said taking her husband's arm and pulling him up the stairs. Sam and Anna were not too far behind.

Anna grabbed your arm and pulled you away from Tom, earning a glare from him. “How long have you and Tom been dating?” She asked when you two were out of earshot from the boys.

“Seven months.” You said, not caring to explain that you two had broken up for a month because of her.

“Interesting.” She said. “Did he tell you about me?”  

You nodded. “Yes, he was very upset.”  

Anna nodded, stopping momentarily. “I’m honestly grateful that we didn’t work out. Sam is a wonderful guy and I am so happy with him.”  

“Yes, I can see that.” You said, before taking a step to the side and letting Tom intercept.

“Anna.” Was all he said before wrapping an arm around your waist and rushing you into the restaurant.  

“What did she say?” He asked.

You waved your hand in front of him. “Not tonight. It’s about Sam and Anna. Let’s just enjoy it.”

Tom looked at you for a moment before a smile crept onto his face. “Fine. But tonight, you’re telling all.”  

The evening went by spectacularly with the lovely couple both being surprised by the amazing dinner and all the guests that arrived. Tom’s father and Anna’s father both rented out the entirety of the restaurant for the occasion, meaning all you can eat buffet and unlimited drinks at the bar. You didn’t know how much rum and coke your body could hold until that night.

“Babe, you’re a little sauced. We should go.” Tom said, excusing you two from the conversation you were having with Nicola. She was crying laughing at what you were saying and you had the cheekiest little grin on your face.

“Oh, darling, don’t be silly. We are having a great time.” His mother said, grabbing lightly onto his arm.

“I can see that.” He said, wiping a tear from her cheek. “But Y/N has work tomorrow and needs all the rest she can get.”  

You pouted at Tom, earning him a dark and seductive look. “Come, my love, let’s go home.”  

Taking his outstretched hand, he led you to the couple and said your goodbyes before being escorted out of the restaurant.  

“Tom, I don’t wanna go.” You slurred, leaning into him. “I was having so much fun!”  

He snickered before lifting you up bridal style and carrying you the rest of the way to the car. The valet looked at you two, less terrified this time.  

“Hey!” You yelled at him. “This is my man. You can’t have him.” The boy looked at you confused. “Understood?” You snapped at him. His eyes went wide and he nodded.

“Good.”  

Tom laughed, setting you down into the seat of the car. “Babe, I don’t think that he swings in that direction.”

You shrugged. “Never know.”  

He kissed your forehead lightly before getting into the car himself.  

“Tom.” You said.

“Yes, my love.”

You hiccupped, leaning your head against the headrest, looking at him lovingly.

“Babe?” Tom asked, looking at you weird.

“I want chicken nuggets.”

Settled into Tom’s bed, still in your dress, with a box of chicken nuggets, you ate happily, listening to the sound of piano playing through the speakers in his room.

Tom watched you silently, loving every moment of drunk you. The way you wiggled when you took a bite of a chicken nugget, how you hiccupped every now and then, making a shocked face when you yawned.

“Babe,” He said crawling across the bed to you. “Let’s go to sleep.”

You fed him a chicken nugget, patting him on the head. “No. I am eating.”

“Afterwards.” He said, resting his head on your lap. Finishing the last one, you ran your fingers through his hair, making sure not to get crumbs all over him.

“Tom, I love you.” You said, hiccupping.  

You were too drunk for how fast he moved. His head was out of your lap and in front of you in mere seconds, causing you to spin.

“Whoa there, babe.” You said, holding onto the sides of his face. “I’m seeing two of you.”  

Tom’s chuckle was followed by a little kiss on the tip of your nose, bringing you back to front and center with only one of him now.

“You love me?” He asked, the biggest childish grin spread across his face.

“Yes, I do. But don’t let sober me know. She didn’t want to say anything just yet.” You said, putting a finger to your lips and shushing him.

He kissed you gingerly before pulling you on top of him, a squeal escaping your lips.  

“Do you really? Or are you just saying that?” He asked, pushing your hair out of your face.

“Tom, I love you. I was so afraid to tell you sober because of my past and I didn’t want that to interfere with my feelings for you now.” You said, hiccuping again.

He looked at you lovingly. “I promise, no matter what happened to you in the past, I will NEVER put you through it again.” He said.

You looked into his eyes and nodded. “I think I'm ready to tell you.” You said, sitting up a little.

“Babe, you’re drunk, maybe you should wait until you’re sober.” He said.

You shook your head. “I’d rather do it drunk so it doesn’t hurt as much.”  

He nodded, waiting for you to start.

Sighing, you took a quick look at him before lowering your gaze to your hands in front of you.  

“I met this guy, Adam, five years ago at an art studio my friend was working at. She was hosting a small party for her success and I was excited to be able to join her. Adam was friends with her boyfriend at the time and worked as a stylist for a men's clothing store.” You took a deep breath. “That was the first night I met him. I fell deeply in love with him. He would take me to all these extravagant parties to show me off, but I was too blind to see what his true intentions were.”

You paused, looking up at Tom before continuing. “He would put drugs into my purse to carry into events and then would sit down in a back room with a bunch of people and get high. He would make me steal things from these people while they were unconscious and then pretend like he didn’t know what happened.

“One night, after being with him for a year, we were in his apartment, watching tv, eating, having a few drinks. It was just a chill night in. He got a little too high and sauced and ended up getting into an argument with me. That was the first night he ever laid his hands on me.” You felt a hot tear roll down your face. “It wouldn’t be the last. Almost every night after he would abuse me in some form. Whether that be physically beating me or raping me, to mentally abusing me. He did it all.”

Tom grabbed your hand and didn’t let go, not saying a word. “One night, we had gotten into a really bad fight. This was after I got my job as a waitress with Harrison. Adam picked me up from work and was screaming at me in the parking lot, smacking me around and calling me names. Harrison saw all of it and tried to come to my rescue, only for Adam to pull a knife on him and then turned on me.”  

You turned your arm to reveal a scar that was the size of your index finger. “His knife caught my arm and that's when he pushed me into the car. Harrison tried following us.” Tom pulled you against him as you realized you were full on sobbing. “It was the most terrifying moment of my life. I thought I was going to die. The smell of his cologne, his hot breath fanning across my face, his raspy voice, everything. It still haunts me.”

Tom shushed you as he rocked you back and forth. You calmed down a bit before pulling back to finish your story. “Adam had gotten us out of Harrisons sight and into some building where they kept my friends' artwork. He pulled me out of the car and into a small room where he set up a couple of chairs. He tied me to one of them and stuck a needle into my arm.” You were shaking now. “He was drugging me. He tried to drug me into an overdose.”  

Tom stopped you. “You don’t have to say anymore.” He said, “I know what happened.”

You looked at him confused. “What do you mean?”

Tom sighed. “Harrison called me that night. Saying one of his girls had been kidnapped by her bf, and that her arm was bleeding and we needed to find him fast. So, I gathered my men and we went hunting. Found you messed up and halfway to death. I thought you looked familiar when I first saw you seven months ago but I didn’t want to bring up old memories.”

You were shocked. “Is that why we can’t find him? Because y’all took care of him?”

Tom shook his head sadly. “No, he was long gone before we got to you.”

A sob took over your body as you pushed your face into Tom’s chest. “I’m so sorry baby. I wish I had found him and taken him out.” He shushed you. “I promise nothing like that will ever happen again. I swear it on my life.”  

You looked up at him, tears staining your entire face. “I love you more than you know and I would never let anything happen to you. Your life is mine and my life is your life. Forever. I’m not letting you go again. I’d have to be dead for that to happen.” Tom said, taking your face in his hands and planting a small kiss on your lips.  

All the bad memories from before were washed away with every stroke of Toms hand in your hair and every kiss he planted on your body. The memoires of being in the hospital for weeks after that incident were washed away too, leaving you feeling blissful, almost serene.

“Thank you.” You said, pulling away and looking at Tom. “I love you so much. And I will tell you tomorrow when I wake up, sober. I love you so fucking much.”  

That night, Tom slept with you pulled tightly into him. Nothing would ever pull you from him again and that was the first night in so long that you actually slept through the entire night without a single nightmare.

A/N: Ahh it feels good to be back. How are all of you? Hope you enjoyed this part of the story. I decided to go ahead and talk about Y/N back story and why she has PTSD. I too suffer from PTSD due to past traumatic experiences. If any of you do too, and need to ever talk to someone about it, please please please, reach out to me. I will ALWAYS be here to listen. Love you guys!

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Babe! could u help me! There's a tomxreader soulmate series that I started but never finished. it's not I only feel you because I started reading this other tom fic after I read iofy. I think its also mob!tom. I know in the fic they can feel what the other feels cause there's a scene where tom is complaining to haz that she is having sex now and he knows that those guys dont get her off caus he feels her finish it off 20mins after. That scene is the only thing I remember about it for some reason

Omg I wish I knew but I have no clue. That sounds fucking awesome though??

Anybody know??

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My Life Is  Your Life

Opening your tired eyes, you stared at the clock on your nightstand. It was a little past four in the afternoon and all you wanted to do was roll over and ignore the blaring alarm. Working nights had your sleep schedule all kinds of messed up. Dinner was breakfast and breakfast was dinner.

Work started at eight at night and didn’t end till damn near four in the morning. By then, you were exhausted and ready to fall asleep anywhere. This, on several occasions, caused you to miss the train one too many times.  

The idea of a nice hot shower soothed your aching thoughts as you sat up, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes. Being a waitress at a strip club was probably the easiest job you had. Wear the skimpy outfit they made you wear and all the men were tipping you. It also paid pretty decently since the club did so well.  

Your apartment was pretty nice, not too big but not too small either. You had a two bedroom with the extra room being an office. The living room had a vaulted ceiling and the kitchen was decked out in all upgraded appliances. At least you could afford that much.  

The hot shower was exactly what you needed. After stepping out and getting dressed, you threw on your makeup and made yourself breakfast/dinner. By then it was 6:30 and almost time for you to leave.  

The news was playing on your TV in the background while you washed up your dishes.  

“In other news, a gang war has broken out near south boulevard, causing many to question who is behind the brutal attacks and when will it end.” The news reporter stated.

You rolled your eyes and mumbled “childish” while continuing to get ready for work.  

By 8 pm, you were suited up at work and ready to take on the many men that were waiting at the door.

“Y/n,” A voice from behind you called. Harrison, your boss, stood with his arms open and a large smile on his face.

“HAZZY!” You screamed, jumping into his arms. “Where you been you big lug?”  

He laughed and twirled you around. “I was in Vegas, helping out a friend with their casino. How’s it been here doll?”  

You rolled your eyes. “Crazy, none of the newbies here know how to make good money.”  

He smirked at you before pulling you away from the door. “Listen, I need you to show those newbies how this works. I have a really good friend of mine coming in tonight and I want you and only you tending to him, okay?”  

You gave him your best smile. “A friend of Hazzy’s is a friend of mine.”  

He smacked you on the butt with a “that’s my girl” and sent you on your way. The doors opened and you stood with the new girls at the entrance welcoming the gentleman as they each made their way to their tables.

The cool thing about this club was that you had to RSVP a table in order to get in. Tables ran about $600 for general and $2,000 for VIP and that didn’t include drinks or girls. Private shows were another $200 and the drinks were significantly expensive.

But in this city, money was like candy to these men. They threw money like money had no value. You were lucky enough to be one of the only girls to get the swept money, which is the money that they sweep up, at the end of the night. That in itself helped pay for your apartment. A few more nights and you’d have finally paid off your schooling and could finish getting your degree.  

Your dream was to be a part of a special police unit that required lots of brain and combat skills. There were only a few positions opened every year and you were determined to be a part of it by next year. Nothing was going to stop you.

Once the men were seated, Harrison grabbed your hand and led you to the VIP section were a group of men, all around your age, were sat talking.

“Mr. Osterfield. What a pleasant surprise, old friend!” A man said to Harrison. He was handsome, with brown shaggy hair that curled around his face. He used his free hand to run it through his curls and push them back off his face.  

“Mr. Holland! It’s good to see you too!” He hugged the man and said something that made him laugh.

“Who’s this beauty?” He asked Harrison.

He smiled at me and pulled me in front of him. “This is Y/N, she is going to be your waitress tonight. Don’t let her disappoint, she’s the best one here. And that’s even comparing her to the dancers.” he turned to me. “Y/N, this is my dear old pal, Tom Holland.”  

You smiled at him. Tom had his hand stuck out for you to shake and upon taking it, he pulled your hand to his mouth.  

“A pleasure to meet you, Miss Y/N.” He said kissing the back of your hand. His warm breath fanned over your knuckles making your breath hitch. You felt a blush rise to your cheeks.

“Pleasures all mine, sir.” You said, smiling your best for him.  

“Please, call me Tom.”  

You nodded and pulled out your tablet. “Alright boys,” you said addressing the table in front of you. All the men there were ogling over you. “What can I get for ya?”  

After a moment of drinks being yelled out, you had the order in and went to the bar to retrieve their drinks. Harrison had waltzed on and met up with a few other men. The bartender, Jacob, looked over at your table and smiled.  

“That man hasn’t stopped staring at you since you walked away.” He said. You looked behind you to see Tom staring at you in lust.

Turning back to Jacob, you winked and did a little wiggle of your butt and felt Tom’s eyes melt every inch of you. Looking back at him, you could tell he was visibly under some...stress.

“I think you’re going to give that man a heart attack.” Jacob said laughing and handing you a glass of liquor. “This is for that hunk of a man, from the boss.”  

You gladly took it and walked back over to Tom’s table, setting down the drink in front of him.

“Compliments from Harrison.” You said, letting a hand glide up his suit jacket before sliding across the back of his chair. You walked away, giving Jacob a devilish smile as he watched everything unfold in front of him.

“You little vixen, are you trying to make this man go into cardiac arrest?” He guffawed.  

“Maybe I'll get a good tip tonight.” You said, leaning your back against the bar to stare off onto the stage.  

“If you don’t stop teasing that man, he’ll give you the tip for sure.” Jacob said and you almost choked on air, turning around to smack him with the bar towel.  

“You nasty.” You said, rolling your eyes and taking the rest of the drinks over.  

Part Two

A/N: Yes yes, I know. I’m back. Somewhat. Don’t expect much from me though. Also, I have started a new story. Yes it is about Tom Holland being a mobster. No, I am probably never going to be accurate about anything. Yes, I will try to be. Hope you all enjoy it though! I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE IMAGES

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My Life Is Your Life - 7

Part 6

WARNING! ANGST! 

There was a loud noise before you felt your arms fall forward and your body slump forward, being free from your restraints. You had no energy to move or do anything for that matter. Hands tried to push hair out of your face, and that’s when your eyes shot open.

“DON’T TOUCH ME!” you screamed, hoping that would throw the guy off long enough to get away. The man before you staggered back and you booked it towards the door.

“Y/N wait!” The man yelled. You threw open the door to reveal a blood bath in front of you. Bodies were laying out and you could still see a struggle between two men in front of you.  

The smell of blood hit your nose and you felt dizzy and nauseas at the same time. Your vision began to swim as two arms circled your waist.

“Hey beautiful. It’s okay.” Tom’s voice was behind you and you let your body crumble against him.

“It’s going to be okay. I promise.” Tom said, lifting you up bridal style. “I won’t let anyone hurt you.”

You opened your eyes enough to see Tom staring down at you. You reached up and gently caressed his face. “I am so mad at you.” You whispered.

He let out a small laugh. “Why?”  

You just shook your head. “Too tired to talk.”  

The feeling of his lips against your forehead made you sigh before his voice of reassurance soothed you back into a slumber.

You woke from a nightmare, crying and sweating, not sure if your scream in your dream had made it into reality.

Tom busted through the doors and ran straight up to you, taking your hands in his as he quietly shushed you. Your body was ever so slightly rocking back and forth, trembling.  

“Shhh, it’s okay. I’m here now. Nothing is going to happen to you ever again. I promise.” He said.

You let yourself be comforted by him before remembering what happened.

You smacked his arm hard, sending him backwards and onto the floor.  

“What was that for?” He asked.

“You lied to me!” You shouted. “You said you protected the city, not that you were some mob boss!”  

Tom shook his head. “Yeah, cause coming right out and saying I'm the leader of a very important and large mafia was going to get you..”  

“Get me to come home with you? To sleep with you?” You shouted again.

Tom looked at you incredulously. “No!” He shouted back.  

He quickly stood, taking your hands and coming close to you, but not before he saw you recoil slightly.

“I didn’t think you were anything like that.” He brushed a strand of your hair out of your face. “Something about you has drawn me in since the day I laid eyes on you.”

You shook your head, trying to comprehend everything. “Then why hide this from me?”  

He looked down at your combined clasped hands and sighed. “I was afraid.” his voice was low and soft.

You wanted to reach out in that moment, to comfort him. “Why?” You softened up a little bit.

He shook his head. “Like I said, dating life hasn’t been as easy as it would be for you or other people.” Sighing, he looked into your eyes. “Telling someone I am the leader of a mafia is like telling someone that I kill animals for a living. They want to run away screaming and claiming I’m some sort of monster. This is a family business. I was the only one out of my brothers that was made for this.”

You sat there, staring at him, not sure what to say. “So, your father put you up to this? Was he the leader before?”  

Tom nodded. “He was the one who started this. He wants it to continue down the line and I'm at the age where I should be finding someone to spend the rest of my life with. Start a family with.”

“And you thought I was a good candidate? A strip club waitress trying to pay her way through school to become a law enforcer?” You asked, astonished. This was a joke, right?

He nodded. “I’ve been on dates that turned out awful. Women find out what I do and they’re disgusted. Or they just don’t click with my personality. They see the money side of me but not who I am. I’m just Tom Holland underneath all of this boss shit.”  

You both laughed a little before he wiped a stray tear from your cheek. “It’s only been a couple of days, but dear God, I would do anything for you. Let me make it up to you. Please.”

The tone of his voice was sincere and you wanted so desperately to believe him, but your mind was starting to control things now and you knew that what you really needed was time. After mulling everything over, you decided on your response.

“Okay, here’s the thing. I have PTSD and have had it for a while now. Last night's incident has reopened old wounds that I'm not feeling up to talking about just yet. I need a bit of time. I would like a week to really get back to myself and get my head together before I jump into this. But yes, I would like to have this made up to me.” You smiled at him. “Should I put you on the calendar for next Saturday at 8?”

The smile that swept his face elicited a laugh from you. “You’re serious?”  

“Yes!” You said, reassuring him. This wasn’t how you expected your next relationship to be like, but you felt for Tom and you wanted to see where this took you.

He pulled you into his arms, kissing every inch of you until you were laughing yourself to tears.  

“Come on,” He said, stopping and readjusting himself so that he was in bed with you. “Let’s get some sleep.”

You didn’t hesitate to snuggle up next to him, falling asleep to the sound of his heart beating fast and his sweet kisses and whispers at your ear.  

Part Eight

A/N: Mob Tom is a softie and this is going to get VERY interesting. How are you enjoying the story so far? Why do you think she has PTSD? What do you think will happen in the future?

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My Life Is Your Life - 2

Part One

After about an hour of drinking, you could tell they were progressively getting more and more drunk. The hands were roaming every time you passed by them and you could feel Tom getting jealous, even though you gave him most of the attention.

Harrison came by a few more times before pulling you over to whisper something in your ear.

“Tom wants to buy you a drink.” He said, standing next to the bar. Your eyes widened in shock and then shook your head.  

“I can’t drink on the clock, company rules.” You pointed out.  

“I can make an exception. Just don’t get pissy drunk and we can pretend like it never happened.” He said, kissing your cheek. “Enjoy the rest of your night.”  

You were dumbfounded as a drink was sat in front of you. Looking up, you saw Jacob wink at you and nod towards your table. “Mr. Holland insists.”

You looked at the table and saw Tom smiling at you, raising his drink to you. Picking up the drink he just bought you, you did the same gesture and knocked it back in one gulp. The smooth liquor ran down your throat and made you feel warm and fuzzy.

A voice came from behind you, “Well that was interesting to watch.” Tom said, coming into your view.

“Thank you for the drink, Mr. Holland.” You said, smiling at him.

“Please, call me Tom. And the pleasure is all mine, really. You’ve done an excellent job with us tonight and I promise you the tip will be tremendous.” He said, taking a sip of his own drink.

You could hear Jacob laughing on the other side of the bar and you threw him a look, Tom oblivious to the entire thing.

“I appreciate your kind gesture.” You said, laying a hand on his as you both continued to talk.

The conversation went on for what felt like hours. He told you of his job, protecting the city and making sure everything went as it should. You told him your dreams and how much it meant to you. He was intrigued and laughed when you first told him what you wanted to do.

“And you’re working at a strip club?” He asked. “You could be my assistant and make so much more money.”

You shook your head, a smile spreading across your face. “I wouldn’t mind more money, but Hazzy is one of the kindest bosses I’ve ever had. He treats me well and pays good too. I like to be able to work for my money and prove something to myself.”  

Tom only smiled at you, brushing a strand of hair away from your face. The small gesture made your heart beat a little faster.

“What do you say about hanging out with me for the rest of the night?” He asked. “I’ll tell Harrison to give you the rest of the night off and I'll pay for the lost wages.”  

You thought that over for a second and out of the corner of your eye saw Jacob nodding with the biggest smile on his face.

Smiling, you nodded. “Sure, sounds like fun.”  

Tom had taken you out and bought you a ton of drinks, making you laugh and being very touchy. By the end of the night, his lips couldn’t leave yours and you were needy as fuck. Somehow, you both made it back to your apartment, tripping over each other as you both stripped down naked and fell into bed.

The next morning was a daze. You almost forgot what it was like to sleep in your bed overnight, until the bright sun came pouring through the open curtains and you grumbled as you threw the blanket over your head.  

The realization of last night's events hit you like a blizzard and you shot up out of bed, looking around for the unsuspecting visitor. You stood, naked, in your empty room, wondering where Tom had gone too. The bathroom was empty, the extra room was empty, the entire apartment was empty.  

You huffed as your bare body stood in the middle of your apartment. Glancing over, there was a note on the counter with a single flower.

“Y/N,

Last night was amazing to say the least. I want to take you to dinner tonight. Here’s my number. Text me when you wake up, beautiful.

xxx-xxx-xxxx

-Tom”

The sound of your heart could be heard through the entire building. Letting the paper slip from your hands, you quickly rushed to your phone, typing in the number on the paper by memory and texting him a quick “Good morning” text.  

Laying back down, you let sleep consume you again as you mentally noted to wake up to his text if it ever came. Except you weren’t aware of how tired you were until you woke up five hours later to your phone blowing up.

The phone call that pulled you from your slumber was from your boss and you quickly answered it.  

“Hazzy?” You grumbled out as you rolled over to look at your alarm clock. It was 3 in the afternoon.

“Y/N, my sweet petunia. Glad you had fun last night. I’ve been instructed to give you tonight off as well so that Tom can take you to dinner?” He aksed.

You groaned, remembering the note. “Yeah, I'm sorry Haz, I didn’t expect it to go this far.”

Harrison laughed. “Are you kidding me? I’m so thrilled he finally found someone he was interested in. Just sucks that it’s one of my best girls.”  

That made you wake up a bit more. “What did you say?”

There was a slight laugh on the other end before Harrison ended the call.  

You looked at your phone, noticing the ten texts and the three missed calls. The missed calls were from Harrison, and 8 of those ten texts were from Jacob.

“Y/N! WHAT HAPPENED LAST NIGHT!?”

“Spill the tea bitch.”  

“I’m getting impatient.”

“*gasp* ARE YOU STILL WITH HIM?”

“I’m coming over if you don’t answer me woman.”

“Did he give you a good tip? HAHA”

“Oh, come on! That was funny!”  

“Fine, Haz says to leave you alone so I will. Love you.”  

Rolling your eyes, you quickly texted him you were alive and that you would spill the tea when you came back into work.

The other two texts were from Tom and it made your heart flutter.  

“Good morning beautiful. Sorry that I wasn’t there when you woke. I had a very important meeting to attend to this morning. You know, gotta save the city and what not.”

“I hope to see you tonight. I’ll pick you up at 8. And there should be a delivery for you around 6 today. Keep an eye out for it. See you soon.”

You fell back on your pillow as you held the phone to your chest. This was all happening so fast. You just met the man last night. In a quick moment, you decided not to go to dinner with him and instead go to work. You didn’t want a repeat of last time and this was starting to feel like that.

Except, he was Haz’s good friend. Surely Haz wouldn’t set you up with someone he didn’t think was good for you.

Unless, he wasn’t the kind-hearted man you thought he was.

No, no, no. Harrison was there when the last incident happened. There is no way in hell that he wouldn’t be hesitant to let you go so easily.

So, that meant that Haz trusted his friend not to hurt me.  

Your brain was in a whirlwind of thoughts that went back and forth between going to dinner with Tom or going to work.

Part Three

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My Life Is Your Life - 10

WARNING! FOUL LANGUAGE!

Part Nine

Six Months Later

It was blistering hot out. The humidity made you want to crawl into a freezer and never come back out again.  

“Oh god, why did I agree to this?” You cried out. Jacob was in front of you, walking the path up the mountain to the springs. Harrison had given you both the weekend off and Jacob had hyped you up about a tropical spring just outside the city where they gave you massages and treated you like royalty.

What he didn’t tell you was that you had to walk from the road to the springs, which was a three-mile trek up a mountain.

“Oh hush, just think, when we get there, they’ll have mimosas and a cool bath waiting for us.” he said, laughing loudly before pulling out his water bottle.  

“We’ve been walking for what feels like hours. This is more than three miles.” You said, taking your own water bottle out of your pack.

Jacob didn’t say anything and continued to move along until he called out. “Look! A sign.” He pointed to a wooden sign that read you were close to the springs. In the distance, you could see a large building coming out of the side of the mountain.  

“Oh, thank god.” You said, almost crying tears of joy.

The rest of the walk was done in thoughts of a cool bath and a sparkling mimosa. Both you and Jacob had watering mouths as soon as you stepped into the hotel.

“Welcome.” A woman said, holding a tray of mixed drinks. “As a way of saying “congratulations on your trek” please have a drink on us.”  

There were waters, champagne, glasses of wine and even orange juice. You took the glass of champagne and downed it in one gulp. “I needed that.”  

“Mimosas will be served to your room in a few.” The woman said.

You and Jacob looked at each other and started giggling like little girls. Upon entering your shared room, you immediately stripped naked in the bathroom and climbed into the bathtub. Above the tub was a door that you could open to look into your room.

“Knock Knock.” You said, as you opened it to peer into the room. Jacob was sat on the bed, his phone in hand.  

“Oh, look how fancy. A door window from the bathroom to the bedroom. If that doesn’t scream kinky then I don’t know what does.” He said. You snorted, making sure your private parts were covered but still being visible enough to hold conversation.

“What’s on the agenda, Jacob?” You asked, playing with a strand of your hair that had fallen out of your bun.  

“Hmm, let’s see. They have a sauna.” He said.

A groan escaped your lips as you slid back into the bathtub. It was nice and cool and made you feel good.

“Or, we could do a relaxing couple's massage.” He called out. You perked back up on the edge and smiled.  

“Let’s do it!”

That sent you both into a fit of giggles.

“What would the boyfriend say?” He asked, wiggling his eyebrows.

You flicked water at him as you sank back into the water. “What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.”

Another laugh erupted from the both of you and you realized that this was exactly what you needed.

A knock on the door let you know mimosas had arrived and Jacob handed yours to you as you both sat and talked for a while.  

After a relaxing cool bath, you both donned your robes and headed to the massage parlor where the couple’s massage he talked about ensued.  

Afterwards, you decided to take a dip in the underground pool they had. It was heated to a reasonable temperature and you enjoyed the feeling of it against your now cool skin. Jacob decided to do the salt room and after a while in the pool, you joined him. It helped open up your pores and clean out all the impurities.  

A weekend of relaxing made you feel like a whole new person when you arrived to work Monday night.

Tom hadn’t bothered you all weekend, which was unusual. He was always texting you. But something bothered you when he didn’t answer his phone the day you returned home. You were hoping to see him, but instead you got an ignored phone call and no response to your texts.  

You decided to push it aside and continue with your previously planned week. Only a few more days before you took the exam to finish your course work. Then you were really on your way to being a law enforcer for your beloved city.

Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday went by with no word from Tom. You grew aggravated and pissed off the more the days went by.  

“Why isn’t he answering his phone?” You huffed, ending yet another failed attempt to call him.

“Who?” Harrison asked as he walked up behind you.  

“Tom. Have you heard from him?” You asked.

Harrison looked at his phone. “The last time I talked to him was this morning. Said he had a meeting to go to all day.” he shrugged. “What’s up, buttercup?”

Your mouth fell open. “So, he can text you but he can’t text his girlfriend back? It’s been a fucking week Haz! WHAT THE HELL!”

Harrison shrugged and continued with his duties as the owner of the strip club. You watched him intently as you knew he was hiding something from you. Working for him for almost two years didn’t mean you didn’t pick up a few things about him here and there.

A phone call pulled him away to his office and there is where you followed him, leaning against the door and listening intently.

“Yeah, she asked.” Harrison said.

“No, I didn’t tell her. Why would I tell her?”

“That’s your woman, mate, not mine. You handle your business like you’re supposed to but if I were you, I would do it soon because she’s PISSED.”  

“No, dude, but if you don’t hurry up, you’re gonna have to stick with the girl that your parents found for you.”

You slammed open his office door, taking his phone from his hand.  

“Thomas Stanley Holland, I swear to god, if you do not come here right now and tell me what the hell is going on, I will shoot you myself!” You yelled furiously into the phone. Hot tears were playing at the edges of your eyes and all you wanted was an answer.

“Y/N, please, listen. I can’t really explain to you what’s going on but I will soon.” He said in a hushed tone.

A women's voice could be heard on the other end, asking him who he was on the phone with.

“No, you know what Tom. Fuck you. You don’t answer me for a whole fucking week and then you have some other bitch? I’m done. We are done.” You hung up, throwing the phone at Harrison.  

“And you, how dare you cover for that traitor.” You pointed your finger at Harrison who threw his hands up in the air. You stormed out, taking no chances of being seen by Jacob with hot tears in your eyes. You decided to go home instead, handing off your tables to a new girl who seemed a little too eager to take them.

Part Eleven

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My Life Is Your Life - 6

Part Five

WARNING! ANGST! FOUL LANGUAGE!

Toms POV:

Tom was in the middle of a meeting when he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket.  

“Someone has gotten in and is giving intel to our enemies.” Blake said. “We found this the other day when we were delivering the package.”  

The text on Tom’s phone was from you thanking him.

“What are you thanking me for?” He texted you back. Taking the folder that was handed to him, he looked at it briefly before looking at his phone.

“For the lingerie and pajamas, silly.”

That was odd. He never sent you anything. Something wasn’t right.

“What?” you responded.

“I didn’t send you lingerie.”  

“Boss?” Blake snapped him out of his thoughts. But there was something about this that set him off with a bad feeling. Was someone trying to harm you? Who sent the lingerie? In his house!?

“Right, we have bigger problems.” Tom said, standing up. “Someone just sent Y/N a gift of lingerie and pajamas.”

“People do that all the time.” Blake said.  

“She’s inside my house, in my room, as we speak.”  

That made everyone stop what they were doing, look at each other, and then all of them rushed out the door.

Blake wasn’t far behind Tom. “I’m telling you, it’s probably him. The guy we were just discussing.”

Tom waived him off. He had to see you before he decided to hunt down anyone.  

Running up the stairs as fast as he could, he reached the bedroom, only to find you missing and your phone on the floor. A box with a note on top of it sat on the bed.  

A heart was drawn on the note with a little arrow going through it. Underneath, it read I hope she’s worth it.

He growled, ripping open the box and revealing a picture of a chair inside. Empty. Underneath that picture was another picture of you, standing in the mirror of your room, trying on the dress he bought you.

“That fucking creep!” He yelled, throwing the box.

“CARL!” Tom stormed out of his room to look for his butler, the old man that he sent everything through.  

“Yes, sir?” Carl asked, terrified.  

“Who gave you that box to give to Y/N?” He demanded.

The poor old man was visibly shaking as he stuttered over his next sentence. “It was Trevor. Tr-Trevor said it was f-from you.”  

Tom snarled, hands going to his hair as he tugged at it. Trevor. He fucking knew it. That piece of shit wasn’t worth a penny from a homeless man's pockets.

“Does anyone know where he could have taken her?” He asked everyone that was standing in front of him. “Does anyone recognize this?” He held up the photo of the chair and waited. Silence filled the air and it only aggravated Tom even more.

He turned away from the, sulking back into his office. You had just came into his life, making such a big impact already, and if he lost you, he would burn the city to the ground to revenge you.  

Blake walked into his office, setting down the folder from before. “Look at this.” he said.

Tom gave him an evil eye before snatching up the folder. Inside were satellite photos of what looked like Trevor exiting from an underground entrance.

“That’s where he’s been making his deals. There is an abandoned department store down there.” Blake said. “He could have taken her there.”  

Tom let his thoughts swim for a minute before barking out orders. The only thing he knew, was that if you were harmed, there was lots of torture to be had for Trevor.

Part Seven

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My Life Is Your Life - 3

Part two

A slight knock on your front door brought you to the real world and you quickly realized you wasted three hours of your life debating. Wrapping yourself in a blanket, you quickly made your way to the front door, opening it to find a kind old man holding a rather large package.

“From Mr. Holland, Miss.”  

He handed you the package, bowed and retreated back to the elevator. You watched in a daze as he disappeared and realized how naked and exposed you were under the blanket.

Quickly closing the door, you opened the box to find a note and some white tissue paper.

“Hope you like it.

-Tom”

Tearing back the tissue paper, you found a light blue, chiffon dress and a pair of matching heels. Underneath the dress was another box that contained a diamond necklace and a set of matching earrings.  

Your breath caught in your throat as you examined the beautiful gifts. This was unreal. A text vibrated your phone and you quickly picked it up to see Tom had texted you again.

“Hope you liked the gifts.”

You had to say something now. He knows you received them.

“They’re beautiful, Tom. Thank you, but you didn’t have to get me anything.”  

Another buzz let you know he was close by his phone.  

“It was the least I could do for an amazing night. I should be thanking you.”  

“It was one of the best nights I've had in a while, to be honest.”  

He sent a smiley before confirming for 8 pm.  

You were in a state of bliss, until you checked the time and realized you only had a couple hours to get ready. The shower was hot and eased the aching from the night before, letting all of those thoughts fly out the window.  

After an hour and a half of blow drying your hair, doing your makeup, and deciding if it was a good idea, you stood in front of the gold floor length mirror in your bedroom in the gifts that he bought you.  

The light blue dress complimented your tan skin nicely. You had put your hair up into a side bun with messy tendrils falling out. The earrings hung nicely complimenting your facial features.

A ding from your phone alerted you that Tom was on his way, sending you in a to a fit of fast paced breathing and shaking hands.

“It’s gonna be okay. It’s gonna be okay.” You chanted to yourself.  

At exactly 8 pm, a knock sounded at your door and you quickly rushed to it, opening it up to a handsomely suited up Tom who was holding a bouquet of red roses.  

His gaze lingered on your twitching form for a moment before a smile broke across his face. “You look incredible.”  

Blushing, you let him into your apartment and took the roses from him. “These are lovely. Thank you.”  

“Not as lovely as you.” He smiled, leaning against the counter.  

“So, what are the plans for tonight?” You asked him, putting the flowers into a vase and filling it with water.  

He hummed to himself before speaking. “I was thinking a beautiful dinner, a tour of this lovely city, and maybe something else.”  

He took you down the stairs to his car, watching as you stopped walking to stare at the beauty. A 2018 black Aston Martin was sitting pretty, with the passenger door wide open.

“This is...so much.” You said, taking Tom’s outstretched hand and letting him guide you to the seat. You slid in gracefully as the interior leather welcomed you with warmth. It smelled freshly of men's cologne and this time you didn’t find it repulsive.

Tom entered into the driver’s seat and put the car in drive. “Put your seat belt on. Don’t want anything to happen to you.”  

Your eyes widened in shock, but you kept your mouth closed, sending a silent prayer to whomever that this man knew what the hell he was doing.  

After a pretty short drive, you arrived at one of the best restaurants in town. Eyes widened as you realized how much money was going to be spent on just dinner alone.

“You’re kidding right?” You said to Tom as he took your hand in his and guided you up the stairs that were lined with a red carpet. If you hadn’t felt like royalty before, you did now.  

Tom only gave you a smile before walking into the restaurant.  

“Welcome, Mr. Holland. Your table is this way.” The hostess said, guiding you both to a booth in the back corner of the restaurant away from all of the noise.

After thanking the host and ordering drinks from your waitress, you waited patiently for him to say something, but all he did was stare at you.

“You know, most men stare at their food like that, not their date.” You said, taking a sip of your wine.

“I’m sorry, I was just admiring how beautiful you are and how I got so lucky to have made a presence in your life.” He said, leaning forward and resting his arms on the table. “Dating life for me is not that easy. I can assure you that I don’t take many people, especially beautiful women, out on dates often.”

You hummed, “Why’s that?”  

His eyes darkened a bit and you saw how serious it was to ask him a question like that.  

“My job isn’t the safest of jobs. It requires a lot of protection and stealth. Hiding sometimes from people so that they can’t find you or use leverage against you. But I am in my prime years and dating is something I've been told to pursue.” He said, sitting back and unbuttoning his suit jacket.  

The little gesture made you warm suddenly, you couldn’t tell if the wine had something to do with it as well or if the restaurant had heaters.

“Seems incredibly dangerous. Who told you to start dating?” You asked, curiously.

He only smiled and shook his head. “My mother. She thinks I am to invested in my work and that I need a distraction every now and then.”  

The food arrived a moment later and you gradually ate, mulling over what he had just told you. Something didn’t feel right with what he said, but from what he told you the night before, you assumed that it was like police work except a little more private and you respected that.  

“This is delicious.” You said, trying to muster up another conversation.  

“The desert here is amazing too.” Tom said, smiling at how your eyes lit up. “Yes, we can get desert too.”  

Part Four

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My Life Is Your Life - 5

Part Four

WARNING! ANGST! FOUL LANGUAGE!

Stepping off the elevator and into the cool air helped clear your head more and gave you the ability to see what could possibly be a dangerous situation. You were about to go over to a man's home, whom you just met the night before, to spend the night with.

But there he stood, car door opened, hand waiting for you to take so that he could help you into his car. The expensive gifts and date he just took you on. This was nothing like the last time. This could never compare to anything in the future either.

Taking Tom’s outstretched hand, you entered the car again and watched Tom walk over to his side and get in.

The drive was silent, other than the occasional song on the radio but something seemed to be bothering Tom as his eyebrows were closely knit together. You knew it wasn’t your place to ask so you just sat with your hands neatly folded in your lap.

The turn into the driveway was definitely not what you were expecting. It twisted and turned in weird directions, giving you a sick feeling. Soon, you were in front of a gate, waiting for it to open. The house that lay behind it was incredible. Four stories of glass walls towered over you two and made you shrink back into your seat.  

“It’s huge.” You said.  

Tom chuckled. “It’s not the first time I've heard that.”  

A look of daggers was sent in his direction before you switched your attention back to the large home.

“This is where you live?”  

He nodded. “I had it built last year. My family live just down the road too so that way we are always nearby in case something was to happen.” He said. “This place is practically impenetrable. I have guards on duty and security inside 24/7.”  

Your mouth hung open as you took in what he just said.

“Tom, what is it exactly that you do to get paid this much?”  

He chuckled again. “It’s just a business, babe. Nothing crazy.”  

“Protecting the city is a business to you? I’m coming to think that you run some sort of illegal drug ring or something.” You scoffed at the idea of this being a business, but then again, you’ve been wrong before.

He just smiled and got out of the car, walking over to your side and opening the door. “Welcome to my humble abode.”  

Taking the stairs to the front entrance, Tom let you in and you gaped at the interior of the building, not sure what you had expected.  

“Wow, this is...incredible.” You paused in the foyer which was the size of your living room.  

“Thank you, my mother designed it.” He said, taking your hand in his and walking you around the place.

The downstairs was mainly a family area and the second floor held his office and a game room. The third floor was where the bedrooms were and the fourth floor held a few guest rooms and some recreational area. Underground was where the swimming pool and the hot tubs were. Including a bar and a sauna.  

“I am in a different comfort zone.” You mumbled as he took you back up to his room. He had double doors that led into the room, where his bed was elevated onto a platform that was surrounded by curtains. He had a balcony that overlooked the entire forest around him and the bathroom and closet were both the size of your entire apartment.  

“Totally unfair.” You huffed as you walked through the closet to enter into the bathroom. Tom laughed as he came up behind you.  

“This could be yours.” He said, kissing your neck. You scoffed and turned towards him.

“A little strip club waitress like me, living in a place like this? Preposterous.” You pushed past him and crawled onto the bed, sitting up on your elbows and winking at him.

“So, did you really have business to get to or did you just want me in your bed?”  

He walked over to you, letting his body slid up yours before he got to your lips.  

“I really do have to work. But I'll leave you with something to think about while I'm gone.” He said, lowering himself back down your body and pushing your dress back up.  

The teasing ensued until he got another call and left you flustered and unsatisfied. His tongue was a miracle worker and if you didn’t know any better, you would have thought he was some sort of sorcerer.  

Laying in his bed, dress still raised, you sat up on your elbows, blowing a stray hair out of your face.

This is crazy! You thought to yourself. A man you barely know is giving you fancy presents and taking you on expensive dates and lives in a mansion bigger than the strip club you work at, and now you’re in his bed, waiting for him to get back from doing business so that he can give you a good dick down.

You shook your head, flopping back onto the bed. A slight knock made you jump up and pull your dress into place.

“Miss.” A voice came from the other side. You quickly went to the door, opening to find the same old man from before standing there with yet another box.  

“This is from Mr. Holland.” He said, handing you the box and walking back down the hallway. You watched him, again, until he disappeared. Walking back inside the room and closing the door, you set the box down on the bed, opening it to reveal a set of lingerie and some comfortable pajamas.

“This is insane.” You said under your breath, but you decided to try it out anyways. The lingerie fit perfectly (weird) and the pajamas were soft and warm. You immediately crawled into bed and texted Tom to thank him again.

“What are you thanking me for?” He texted back.

“For the lingerie and pajamas, silly.”  

“...”

Something wasn’t right.  

“What?” You texted him back.

You started biting your nails waiting for the reply when you heard a knock on the door again.

Upon opening it, there was no one there but a box with a note on it.

You turned slowly back into the room to see that Tom had also texted you back. You walked over to the bed and checked the phone.

“I didn’t send you any lingerie.”

You stood there shocked for a moment when a hand came out of nowhere and covered your mouth with a tissue.

You tried to fight off whoever it was, but your body started to feel weak and darkness took over your vision.

SHIT! SHIT! SHIT! You thought. This is like a repeat of last time. He’s going to kill me this time. I know it!

When you came to, you were tied to a chair, a single light hanging over your head. You were still in your pajamas (thank the heavens) and didn’t feel like you had been dealt with inappropriately.

“She’s awake!” A voice called out from the darkness. You tried searching for the source but couldn’t see anything due to the blaring light in your eyes.

“Who’s there?” You called back out.

A laugh came back at you before a man stepped from the shadows. He looked familiar but you couldn’t put your finger on it.

“So, Tom finds a girl working at a strip club and takes her on an expensive date but he can’t pay his men properly?” The guy said.

Then it clicked. He was one of the people that accompanied Tom the other night. He was the one that eyed you suspiciously and made ordering slightly more difficult than you would have liked.

“What are you even talking about?” You asked.  

“Tom doesn’t pay me well. I go off, doing all of these small jobs for him, getting shot at, killing so many people and he has the nerve to pick up some whore that he thinks has potential to be a wife and takes her out and spends money on her, but he can’t pay me enough to take care of my family?”

Two things that struck you: One, he called you a whore which you didn’t take very lightly. And two, you noticed that Tom had this man doing things that law enforcers do not do. Killing people?  

“I am not a whore.” Was the only thing you could think to say to that.  

The man laughed maliciously before coming close to you.

“You aren’t a suitable wife for a man in Tom’s position either.” he scoffed. “You work as a waitress at a strip club. You are basically nothing.”

You felt anger boiling in the pit of your stomach. “Tom’s position?”

The man looked at you again, shocked. “You don’t know what it is that Tom does?” He asked.  

You shook your head wearily. “No.”  

He just smiled. “He’s the leader of one the biggest mafia’s in the city.”

The feeling drained from your body as you took in this new piece of information.

“He didn’t tell you?” The man scoffed again. “Oh, this is too good.” He let out a little laugh before coming up to you again, this time revealing a knife. “And the best part is, he doesn’t even know you’re missing, nor does he know that I have you or where you are.”  

Tears started to form in your eyes as you felt the trembling start. This was as close to a repeat as last time as it could get. The knife, the hot breath fanning against your face, the maliciousness about the man. You couldn’t handle it; your PTSD wouldn’t let you pass on this one.  

You started sobbing uncontrollably as the flashbacks hit you, the trembling was causing you to rock slightly. Your breathing was labored and fast and you couldn’t tell if you were in pain because you were having a panic attack or if he was starting to hurt you. You didn’t care, you just wanted it over.

“Please, please, please.” You begged. “Please don’t hurt me. I can’t do this again.”  

He looked at you confused before stepping backwards. “Again?”  

You just cried harder and waited for the pain. It never came. He left you in the room to deal with your demons alone. The crying became harder as every detail of that night resurfaced. There was no escaping it now.  

After a while, you had stopped crying. Little whimpers left your body as you tried to stay awake, exhausted from the amount of emotions your body just went through. How long were you going to stay here? Where was here? Would Tom find you before this guy killed you? Could you even trust Tom, since he was a mob boss?  

So many questions circulated your head until it slumped over and sleep took control.  

Part six

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My Life Is Your Life - Part 9

WARNING! THERE IS A FIGHT SCENE! But otherwise it’s cute.

Part 8

You and Tom talked for the rest of the evening about your family and his, what your hobbies were and how his father trained him into becoming the leader of a mafia. He told you of his brothers and how much he adored them and you wondered if the reason he took the position he is in now was to protect them.  

He was nothing like your ex. Tom cared, asked questions, was interested in everything that had to do with you. You hadn't felt so comfortable around a man in so long that it felt refreshing. His cologne didn’t make you want to throw up, his breath across your face smelled of wine and lured you in, not pushing you away. His demeanor was calm and open and you let yourself fall into him, loving every touch, every kiss, every moment.  

“I think I should be getting you home. You have work tomorrow and you need some sleep.” Tom said.

You shook your head. “I try to stay up all night because then I can sleep most of the day away and wake up when I need to.”  

He nodded. “Okay, then let’s go to the arcade.”  

“Arcade?” You asked. He nodded, standing up and taking your hand in his, pulling you to your feet.  

He drove the both of you to this mini mall on the outskirts of town, where a large arcade sat inside.  

“When I was younger, I would come here with Harrison and my brothers and we would play for hours. This is one of the places I help protect since it’s so close to my heart.” He smiled. “Before I started doing that, it was about to close down from how many times it was being robbed.”

You looked around at all the new machines and games that you could play. “Well, what are we waiting for?” You asked, ready to take him on.

He laughed, reaching across the counter to retrieve a large cup of coins. “The owner always leaves this here for me whenever I want to come in and play.”  

You looked like a little kid in a candy store. Tom played you for hours, almost losing every time. You couldn’t tell if that was because he was letting you, or because you were actually really good.

“I’m letting you win.” he huffed as he lost, yet again, another game to you.  

Laughing you poked him in the side. “Sure, you are. I could teach you how to be great like me.”

His laugh bellowed and you found it adorable. “Teach me to be great like you then.” He said, wrapping his arms around your from behind and leaving trails of kisses all along your neck. Giggling, you squirmed out of his grasp, running for another game.  

The night continued with beating him at almost every game there was and having the time of your life. He drove you home around four am that morning, your giddiness turning into sleepy yawns. His hand was wound around yours resting gently in your lap and you let your head rest against the seat, intently watching him as he drove.

“Do you like what you see?” He asked, never taking his eyes off the road.  

“I do.” You said.  

He smiled and it made your heart flutter again. This man was becoming something important in your life and you weren’t scared. You were thrilled.

“We’re here.” he whispered in your ear. You were unaware that you had fallen asleep.  

Making your way into your apartment, you realized that Tom had left a box for you.

“Hey love, what’s this for?” You asked him, pointing to the black box.

He smiled and opened it for you. A tiffany blue gun sat in a black satin cutout. “It’s your protection. I’ll teach you to use it so that you’re not afraid of it.”  

You shook your head. “Why a gun? I have you.”  

“I wish I could always be around to protect you but that will not always be the case. I can’t let the woman of my heart be unarmed at any time.” He kissed your forehead. “Are you not afraid of it?”  

You shook your head. “When I was younger, my father taught me how to load and shoot one. It was because we lived in the slums and he wanted me to be safe.”  

Tom smiled with pride. “So, my woman does know how to shoot.”  

You shrugged. “Shoot, yes, Aim, probably not the best.” You took the box and walked into your bedroom with it, laying it in the drawer of your nightstand.

Tom had followed you, watching you as you undressed from the nights outing and put on your pajamas. Makeup had been washed off and teeth had been brushed.  

You walked him to the front door and kissed him good bye, watching him walk down the hallway until he was gone.

The next night at work seemed to go by excruciatingly slow. The men were getting a bit too touchy and all you wanted was a good smack to one of them to let them know you didn’t like it, but this was your job and you had to let them do as much as they could without going against the rules.

That was until one of the guys, an older man, grabbed you where he wasn’t supposed to. Harrison saw the entire ordeal. The man grabbed you inappropriately, and you turned and smacked him into next week, the sound echoing throughout the club. Patrons and guests all turned to see the commotion as the man stood, ready to strike.  

What he didn’t see was the slew of men coming to your rescue. You stood your ground, ready for him to try to take a swing at you.

“Go ahead, old man. Let me see what you got.” You challenged him. His hand raised just as your fist came up and jabbed him in the throat. All those lessons of self-defense were paying off nicely. The man choked as he tried to come at you, hands grabbing at your throat. Another hand found his wrist and threw him to the ground.  

Tom stood in front of you, ready to kill. “Don’t ever touch my woman again, or I’ll have your safety stripped.”  

“Well maybe she shouldn’t be working at a strip club. She’s free meat for us if we want it.” He spat.  

You felt the rage build up in Tom. “She’s her own woman and if she wants to be here, then she can.” He grabbed the guy by the collar and threw him into the body guards. “Make sure he’s dealt with.”  

You watched them march him away as he began to yell at us. Tom turned to face you, his face turning from pure rage to a soft teddy bear. “Are you okay?”  

You smiled. “Never better. What are you doing here?”  

He took your hand and led you over to the bar. “I came to check on you. Harrison said you were doing better but I wanted to see it for myself.”

You nodded. “I am, just dealing with creepy old me who don’t know how to keep their hands to themselves.”

He nodded, the anger returning before disappearing once again. His eyes focused on you and you alone. “He’ll be dealt with accordingly. If he thinks his business will have my protection, then he’s wrong.”

You gasped. “He’s one of your clients?”  

Tom nodded. “And he might be too drunk to remember it.”  

Harrison waltzed up to you two like nothing had happened and set a drink in front of you. “This is for you, from me, on the house.”  

You gave him a quizzical look.  

“It’s for what just happened and that punch he took to the jugular.” He said.

Tom eyed your hand, looking for any redness or swelling.  

“I’m fine, really. I took self-defense classes after my incident that one time...” You trailed off, realizing Tom still didn’t know what you were talking about.  

“The thing we haven’t discussed?” He asked.  

You nodded, slightly ashamed.  

He smiled. “It’s alright. You still aren’t ready. I am a patient man.”

And you were so grateful for that.  

Part Ten

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