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Match made in Hell : Chapter Eight

A/N : Chapter eight is finally here. Hope you like this chapter. Let me know what you think.

Pairing : Mob! Tom Holland x Reader

Summary : you always wanted a simple life but to be born as the daughter of a dangerous mobster turned out to be a curse for you. Everything changes when your father gets your lover killed and forcefully marries you off to another mobster as a part of a deal. You hate your father and your husband the only thing you seek is now revenge. Will you ever be able to fall in love again or this burning hatred inside you will consume you?

Warnings : misogyny, implied smut, fluff, typos

SERIES MASTERLIST

Jesse is busy wiping the counter clean when you arrive at the speakeasy dressed up casually in a turtleneck and a pair of ripped jeans. You slowly stride your way towards the bar eyeing her suspiciously. A wide smile spreads across her face when she sees you walking towards the counter.

“Oh hi miss Y/N you’re so early today” she chirps. You were amused as well as irritated with the way she has been putting up an innocent face in front of you all this time with such ease. Pretending to be a simple girl who is just doing this job to pay her bills. But in reality you both have the same blood running through your veins.

“Drop the act I know who you are” you seethe, gripping on the edge of the counter. Jesse’s jovial expression changes into a frown as she looks at you confused.

“Umm I-I don’t understand what you’re trying to say” Jesse fumbles stepping back a little.

“If you’re thinking of running away then I must warn you, this place is surrounded by the best men of my husband’s mob. In short you have no way to escape” you feigned a smile “so you better fess up because I’m not good at keeping patience”

“Wha-what are you saying? I have nothing to hide, I’m just a simple barmaid” she stammers further.

“Okay seems like asking politely didn’t work and now you have forced me to take the alternative route” your hand goes to your back to pull out your gun tucked in the waist of your jeans and Jesse’s eyes widens with fear.

“Ok-ok you got me! I admit, papa I mean our dad sent me here to keep an eye on you” she sputters out. “now can you put that back please?” she pleads and you smirk putting down the gun.

“Very well then let’s sit down and talk Jesse or should I call you Vanessa? Vanessa Martinez” you emphasized on her name.

“Uh uh correction, it's Rodriguez I took my ma’s name” she shrugs, back to her cheerful self as you rolled your eyes. You walk to one of the tables and sit across each other. You keep your gun on the table just in case anything happens.

“Okay Vanessa..” you start to be interrupted by her.

“Just call me V after all you are my little sis” she says reaching out a hand to cup your face which makes you cringe.

“Ok V, what are you doing here?”

“I think you already know the answer hermana” she remarks twisting a strand of her hair with a finger.

“Don’t try to act smart or you know the consequences” you point at the gun on the table “I need clear answers V, what is daddy up to now?” you glare at her.

“So you finally boned huh? Happy to know you took my advice” she ticks her jaw grinning completely deviating from the topic.

“What?” you were slightly taken aback.

“Oh c’mon sissy you don’t have to act all innocent” she teases with a smug grin

“I don’t know what you’re talking about” you say flustered.

“See as much I have come to know about you for the past one month. You aren’t much of a fan of turtlenecks and by the glow in your face you’re just hiding some pretty love bites” she winks mischievously.

“It’s none of your business. Just answer what you’re asked ok?” you try to establish your authority even though you were totally overwhelmed by her question.

“You admit I’ll tell whatever you want to know” she says nonchalantly, a smug look on her face.

You inhaled a sharp breath fuming from inside caving in because you were in dire need of answers. “Okay I took your advice, happy?”

“How was it?” she questions with a playful tone in her voice.

“Seriously??” you arch your brows stunned.

“Oh c'mon I'm technically your older sister I’m just trying to bond with you”

“I don’t have time to bond with someone I barely knew existed” you snide.

“You’re delaying things yourself just answer and I’ll tell you what you want”

“Average” you huff rolling your eyes.

“Really?” she frowns “but he looks like a real stud how..”

“Ah ah it's my turn now why are you doing this?” you cut her off.

“What am I doing?” She plays coy.

“This spying and doing the dirty work for daddy”

“Because papa asked me to and you have done a huge loss to him” she states casually.

“This place was in my mom’s name. She gave it to me. I can do whatever I want and where the hell were you all this time?”

“I grew up in LA, studied law then ma passed away due to kidney failure, blame her drinking problems” she half shrugs “papa used to send us money every month that was enough for us”

“Oh I see so what's your story? One knocked up night?” you quip.

“Nooo! Ma and papa were in love. He loved ma more than anything” she gushes with dreamy eyes.

“That man never loved anyone except his business” you scoff.

“Papa has always loved ma” V states proudly.

“Really? Then why has he never acknowledged you publicly? Why does nobody know that he has another daughter?” you counter questioned her.

“Because he wants to keep me safe”

“That’s bullshit and you also know that, he’s just using you”

“You’re just being jealous because he trusts me more than you” she huffs rolling her eyes.

“Jealous? Oh honey that's the last thing I would be” mockery laced in your voice “I mean like face it, Julian and I are his legitimate children so whatever daddy has will be split between us whereas you stand as one of his illegitimate children with no claim to his property" you lean over resting your elbows on the table. "and since I used to handle all his paperwork a little spoiler alert” you wink “I have seen his will as well, which clearly states under his unfortunate demise Jules is directly gonna inherit the mob whereas I would get the only two legal business he has of rum and diamonds and the rest of his estates. You my dear are nowhere in the picture”

“That's not true” she says with a look of denial.

“Sorry to burst your bubble but sweetheart you will always live a commoner’s life, a girl without a father like people say... a whore’s daughter” you grit through your teeth.

“Stop it will you!” she snaps at your hurtful words.

You were always a master manipulator who could work her way out with just her words. And right now it’s working perfectly.

“But I can help you with that if you want" you propose with a sly grin.

Her brows knits in a frown. “How?”

“I know you have information about the whole drug business daddy aka your papa is running here just give me the details"

"What's in for me?" V glances at you with suspicion in her eyes.

"I’ll make sure you get your rightful share in the family" you state confidently putting Vanessa in deep thought. "It’s a man’s world sissy and we girls need to stick together if we want to triumph and rule” you preach. Vanessa sighs deeply nodding her head in agreement.

“Guess you're right it's time for me to take my fair share. Well then we have a deal baby sister” she chirps leaning back on her chair.

“Stop calling me that please it’s really weird” you groan in annoyance.

Just then Tom walks in along with Harrison. He appears to be in a hurry as you stand up from your seat and walk towards to him

“What are you doing here at this time? Didn’t you have a meeting?” you ask.

“Yeah but change of plans we need to talk” he answers with an urgency in his voice.

“I’m in the middle of something, can we talk later?” you glance back at V and then turn to him again.

"No this is more urgent" he states you open your mouth to say something but are interrupted by V.

“Seriously man give my sissy a little space” she remarks getting up from her seat

“Who’s she?” Tom frowns, eyeing her skeptically and you sigh rolling your eyes.

“Long story short she’s my sister from another mother thanks to my whore of a father, I’ll fill in the details later” you inform with a disinterested look.

“What??” Tom gives you a confused look in return.

“Your step sister-in-law doofus” V sasses. Tom blinks his eyes owlishly digesting the piece of information and then turns to you.

“Umm ok whatever we have to go to my parents house”

“Why? Something happened?” you ask with concern in your voice.

“No, no everything is fine. It's my fault actually that it totally slipped my mind. Some very important guests are coming to be specific they’re Harry’s fiancée and her family so we got to be present there as well” he says.

“Oh another business deal in the guise of marriage that’s cute” you say unamused.

“Yeah now can we go?” he asks impatiently.

“But I need to stay here and keep an eye on her. She’s not to be trusted”

“Haww!! After I admitted everything you still don’t trust me? You hurt me sister” V says with a dramatic voice pretending to be hurt.

“Stop with your drama already” you chide totally done with her antics.

“I’ll keep an eye on her you guys can go” Harrison offers.

“Thanks mate” Tom heaved a sigh of relief

“You guys are sure you aren’t gay or any chance bi?” V says out of nowhere, directing to Tom and Harrison and you stifle a laugh seeing the look on their faces. “It’s completely ok though and I totally support that”

“What?!” both of them exclaim, taken aback, as you were trying hard not to giggle.

“It’s cool no one’s judging it’s 21st century after all”

“No we are not, what made you think like that?!” both of the boys give her an incredulous look.

“You guys just give that kind of vibes you know plus you’re always together like inseparable” she shrugs, you place a hand on her shoulder trying your best not to laugh.

“V, honey I think you should stop now”

“What? I'm just trying to figure out how my assumptions about your hubby went wrong? I’m never wrong about boys you know”

“I’m totally clueless what’s this all about?” Tom asks looking at both you questioningly.

“Nothing!” you say quickly.

“She said you were average” V blurts out and your jaw dropped stunned as you exchanged glances with Tom. Harrison was laughing at the back enjoying the whole scene.

“What?! I didn’t say anything like that!” you retort feeling your face heat up.

“Yes she did. Boy you really disappointed me, it’s actually true looks are deceiving” she twists her lips frowning.

“Can you just stop for god’s sake? Uggh! I can't believe this just happened” you say pinching the bridge of your nose.

“Ok it’s husband wife’s matter I’m not sticking my nose anymore” Tom was speechless at what just happened he gathered back his composure and looked at you.

“Can we go now? We are running late already”

“But…” you stop him.

“Now what?” he sighs feeling tired.

“You really want me to go to your parents house in ripped jeans, t-neck and a leather jacket?”

“Well I know a boutique we can stop by there on the way, now c'mon let's go” he grabs your hand and drags you out with him.

"Damn you're really crazy" Harrison remarks to V.

"Yeah I know" she simply shrugs with a smile as Harrison scrunched his nose staring at her clueless

****

While in the car you explained to Tom everything while he drove the car about the current situation you were in with your sister. After listening to you attentively the first question he asks is

“You really said I was average?”

You were astounded at his question. “From the whole conversation of me describing how my dearest daddy was spying on me through my sister just to jeopardize your and my business and that is your takeaway?”

“Of course how could you even say that?!” he seemed offended.

“If that’s the case you should be thankful I at least didn’t say below average” you quip.

“What?! That’s outrageous nobody ever said me like that”

“Well you paid them so you know..” you half shrug.

“Then I have to also say that you weren’t that good either”

You look at him your lips curling up to a smirk. “Honey I don’t need your verbal validation, your moans certified it how good I was”

“That was all fake,” he says plainly.

"Really?" you raise your brows amused with a mischievous smile in your face. You trail your fingers up his thigh and feel him stiffen at your touch.

“So you’re saying that if I take off my clothes right now you're not gonna touch me?”

He swallows thickly, jaws tensed. "No.." he croaks out, making you giggle.

“Just shut up ok, we are here” he says flustered pulling over the car. You and Tom walk inside the boutique as a lady who appears to be the owner of the shop walks towards Tom eagerly.

“Hey, Tommy!” she hugs him tightly

“Hi Tatia”

“So what brings you to my shop after such a long time, handsome?” she says seductively tracing a finger against his jawline. You have a pointed look watching them silently. Tom clears his throat awkwardly signaling her that he isn't alone. Her eyes falls on you and she immediately backs off.

“Oh Y/N, darling how are you?” You smile at her in return. “So what can I show you guys?”

“Nothing much she just needs a dress for a family lunch”

“You have come to the right place come with me sweetheart” she led you both inside as you followed her silently.

“Nothing happened between us to be clear” Tom whispers to you.

“Do I look like I care?” you deadpan.

“Here is my latest collection lace, satin, silk, cotton, linen we have everything just pick one” she says showing you a huge line of designer dresses in different shades of pink which didn’t catch your eye much to be honest. Tom looked at your doubtful expression instantly knowing that you don’t like them.

“Umm she isn't much of a fan of pink do you have something in darker shades?” he poses.

“Tom Holland remembering his girl’s likes and dislikes well this is first” Tatia looks at him amused and then turns to you “you are one lucky girl miss, come here we got everything”

You yourself were surprised that how much he knows about you and it really made you feel happy from inside. Tatia takes you to the other side of the shop and the darker shades pleased you as you eagerly went to the racks and checked them out. You picked a maroon and a dark blue dress from the collection and stood in front of the mirror placing them over your body alternatively trying to decide which one to wear but were ultimately confused as both were pretty and elegant.

Tom was looking at you intently the whole time as he suggested to you “that blue one looks nice” startling you. You took his advice and settled for the blue one and headed to the changing room. But before you went to change pull out the guns from your waist holster and your boot and hand it over to Tom.

“Keep these safely” you say to him as he puts them inside his blazer.

“Woah Paddy was right you’re black widow” he snickers.

“Someone was snooping” you quip back and step inside the changing room shutting the door behind meanwhile Tom waited for you outside. You take off your clothes and slip into the dress slowly pulling the zipper up but then it gets stuck in the middle. You struggle with it for a few minutes but huffed in defeat and unlocked the door popping your head out to find Tom sitting on the couch working on his phone.

“Ahem” you cleared your throat to grab his attention as he looks up from his phone to you

“You done?” he asks.

“No, I actually needed a little help with the zipper, it's stuck” you say bashfully.

“Yeah sure, love” he gets up from the couch eagerly. You stepped away from the door to let him in. You turn to face the full length wall mirror sweeping your hair to one side. He steps closer to you and holds the zipper with nimble fingers. His warm breath against your neck feels ticklish as you take in a sharp breath while he gently tugs on the zipper pulling it all the way up your back.

“There it’s done” he holds you by the side of your arms and leans down placing his chin on your shoulder. “You look gorgeous as always darling” he compliments glancing at your reflection on the mirror.

“Thanks” you blush lightly as he straightens up with a smile on his face when his eyes go to the bruises on your neck. He frowns and gently brushes his fingers on them, you flinch a little at his sudden touch.

“Does these hurt?” his eyebrows draws together with concern.

“No,” you reply lowly.

“I’m sorry though” he places a soft kiss on the bruised skin of your neck and a light gasp escapes from you at the contact of his soft and wet lips “maybe pick a scarf too” he mumbles.

“Hmm” you nod quietly.

****

“Y/N, how are you, dear?” Nikki greets you with a warm hug as soon as you step inside the house.

“I’m good” you say with a soft smile.

The men were talking business as you sat with your mother-in-law and with Harry’s fiancée and her mother Mrs. Jones gossiping over tea.

“So what do you think of her?” Nikki leans down to whisper in your ear asking about your opinion on Jones's daughter.

“She seems nice” you whisper back.

“I must say Mrs. Holland, your eldest son’s wife is really pretty” the way she addressed you irked you immediately as if you don’t have an identity of your own except for being Tom’s wife.

“That she is” Nikki places a hand on your back proudly.

“So how long have you been married?” she asks while sipping on her tea.

“Five months” you reply.

“Five months and you aren’t with a child yet?” she looks at you in shock. You opened your mouth to say something but then looked at Nikki. She understood your predicament and covered for you.

“Ah they’re trying but you know how busy they are”

“Yeah and I just don’t think I’m ready to start a family yet” you add.

“Honey no one is ever ready for that but that’s your prime duty towards your husband to give him heirs” she states irking you further.

“Well my husband respects my decision and I have his complete support in that matter” you say, making her scoff as if you said something childish.

“You’re still in your honeymoon phase sweetheart once it gets over your man will slip out of your hand so before it happens tie him up and what’s best than a child of your own”

“I’ll keep your advice in mind” you say with a tight lipped smile. “Now if you would excuse me I need to use the washroom” you get up from the couch and made your way to the bar to find Harry with a glass of whiskey in hand.

“What are you doing here?”

“I can ask you the same that too you’re drinking when your fiancé's family are right out there”

“I have my reasons” he shrugs “what about you?”

“Nothing just escaping from any more awkward family starting conversations”

“You want one?” Harry asks as he pours another glass for him.

“Please” you groan as he chuckles, pouring you a drink too. You both take a sip and sigh.

“You don’t seem to be happy though. Is everything ok?” you ask glancing at him.

“Hmm...yea..yeah all fine what can be wrong anyways?” he swirls the drink in his glass with a gloomy expression.

“Hey you can say to me if you want I can help you and I don’t need anything in return this time” you chuckle “just brother to sister” Harry exhales deeply and looks up to you.

“Ok here is the thing I don’t wanna marry her” he confesses.

“Nothing new but why?”

“I.... love someone” he looks down to his feet.

“Guessed so, then why say yes to this marriage?”

“The deal is important” he mutters.

“Seriously?” you scoff “haven’t you learnt your lesson by seeing your brother and me already? We are a mess”

“But you seem to have sorted out everything”

“No we haven’t and we’re stuck with each other. But you still have an option, do you love her or not?”

“Yes I love her Y/N more than anything”

“So don’t be stupid and ruin three of your lives”

“But I can’t say no to dad”

“Well if you can’t I will” you put down your glass and made your way to the living room.

“Y/N no! Wait!” Harry runs after you.

“Sorry to interrupt but I think you might want to reconsider your decision of agreeing to this union” you announce as soon as you step inside the living room startling everyone.

“Why is that?” Jones looks at you in confusion

“My brother-in-law I mean Harry likes someone else”

“What is she saying Mr. Holland? Is this some kind of a joke?” Jones turns to Tom’s father agitated.

“Thomas take your wife away from here now” his dad orders him sternly.

“Y/N, what are you doing?” he whisper yells at you and grabs your hand. “Come with me now”

“No, Tom let me speak” you snatch away your hand from his grasp “dad I know this isn't my area to tread but you don't have a daughter so you will never understand what we have to go through in this arranged marriage, the uncertainty and the fear especially when our identity is turned to mere objects as a part of a deal” you rant.

“I have seen my mother go through it and you know what I recently got to know that I have a step sister too” you chuckle sarcastically “I'm fortunate enough that I didn't have to go through the same because my husband is a good man and respects me and my choices and values our relationship” you glance at Tom with a smile.

Tom felt his heart blooming with immense love for you that he already had but in a more intense way. You had never acknowledged him in such a way before and it melts his heart. He can’t explain to you in words how much he adores you, cherishes you, hell he loves you though you never said him back but he is ready to wait all his life. You are and will always be the queen of his heart and he is proud to be your husband and share his life with you.

“But everyone is not the same, I know you love your daughter dearly. Do you want her to be in a loveless relationship and go through the same ordeal?” you ask Mr. Jones as he hangs his head low in guilt.

“Is profit in business so important than your children's happiness?” you look at both the older men.

“Harry, is she telling the truth?” his dad asks him sternly as you look at him with hopeful eyes.

“Yes dad” he breathes out as he feels a burden lifted off his chest.

“Then why didn’t you tell me?”

“Dad you only said it was important for the business”

“What? Nothing is important to me than my boys happiness do you get that” he turns to Jones “sorry mate I think the deal is off”

“That’s fine Holland, nothing is more important than our children” he says with a smile and then turns to you “and you miss, you’re a real boss lady I must say. Tom, take good care of her”

“I will” Tom smiles hooking an arm around your waist proudly pulling you closer to him and you look at him with a soft smile.

It was your time to leave as the wedding was officially cancelled, you slowly walked up to Nikki

“Sorry I just ruined the lunch” you apologize feeling guilty.

“Oh it's okay at least you did what I should have done as a mother. You're really going to be a good mother one day Y/N, I can see that already” she says as her hand reaches to caress your face lovingly.

****

Tom had dropped you back at home and left immediately because he had postponed the meeting. You called at the diner to get some news on your sister and Harrison informed that he had dropped her home and his men were there keeping an eye on her movements all the time.

It was almost midnight and Tom wasn’t home as usual. You were unable to sleep for some reason so you went downstairs to the kitchen to have some warm milk to see if it helps you get some sleep. You opened the refrigerator and took out the milk carton placing it on the counter you were about to open when you heard shuffling noises behind you. Your hand slowly went to the drawer below opening you took out a gun that you had placed for safety. You turn cocking the gun to find Tom with his hands raised in surrender.

“God you scared me!” you gasp.

“I scared you? You're the one who's pointing a gun at me in the middle of the night”

“Well after that security breach I can’t take my chances can I?”

“Okay but why are you still awake?”

“Couldn’t sleep thought some warm milk might help” you shrug “but thanks to you I no more feel sleepy at all after you startled me” you snide.

“By the way thanks for what you did today”

“No big deal, don't want to see history repeating over and over again” you say leaning your back on the counter.

“And whatever you said,” he continues but you cut him off.

“That was all true you're a good man Holland I give you that” you smile at him.

“So am I to assume you somewhat like me?” he cocks an eyebrow.

“Umm yeah so, so” you scrunch your nose a bit pouting.

“Then what does it make us?”

“Frenemies with benefits I guess” you shrug with a smirk.

“So it is ok if I do this” he steps closer to you and reaches his hand up to your face gently caressing your cheekbones with his thumb.

“Yes” you whisper softly.

“And this?” He tilts your head to the side and begins kiss down the column of your neck

“Yes” you gasp lightly.

“And this?” his lips brushes against yours.

“Uh huh” you nod as he captures your upper lip between his and slips his tongue inside your mouth deepening the kiss, his hands trails down to your sides, gripping you by your hips and hoisting you on top of the kitchen counter. His hand cups your heat through your shorts as you moan into the kiss. He pulls away a line of spit connecting your lips.

“Let's see what you have to say about my performance after tonight love” he mumbles against your swollen lips.

“Maybe then you should stop talking and get on it” you look at him with sultry eyes as he leans down, slotting his lips back to yours.

Your days began to pass more happily as love was in the air. You honestly couldn’t keep your hands off each other. An unsaid gesture of love blossomed with the three words hanging on the tip of your tongue but you never had enough courage to confess it.

Meanwhile Vanessa helped you by giving you the information you needed and with the help of Grace you were able to take down a good chunk of your father’s rising drug business. The taskforce had seized a huge amount of cocaine from the secret hideout and had arrested a number of members of the viper gang disrupting their operations.

****

You were at the bar with Vanessa drinking and enjoying the evening but V had a look of worry on her face.

“Hey what's wrong? You seem a little off today” you nudged her.

“I don't know but something just doesn’t feel right” she twists her lips frowning.

“Why?”

“The LPD just arrested a whole gang of the vipers and papa hasn't made a move that’s odd”

“Maybe he has finally realized that he isn't invincible as he thinks he is” you shrug taking a sip from your glass.

“Don't take it lightly Y/N. You and I both know he isn’t the one to easily accept defeat” she warns you.

“You’re just overthinking I think it's you who needs to blow off some steam, you see that guy he looks pretty good” you point at a random guy.

“He indeed is but pass” she chuckles.

“What? Why? I mean there are other guys too if he isn't your type”

“It's nothing like that, I just don't fancy men,” she says taking a sip of her drink.

“Oh that's ok, I mean it’s actually cool. Men are dicks anyways so better stay away. And I’m saying from experience being stuck with one and I’m already exhausted” you scoff rolling your eyes.

“Maybe if you level down your night time activities you will be less exhausted” she snickers.

“Like seriously get your head out of the gutter” you retort.

“Oh c’mon no need to hide I know how new love feels like everyday waking up to the person you love, the gentle touches and the soft kisses and the tooth rotting romance” she says with a dramatic tone.

“Shut up will ya, nobody is in love ok” you giggle.

“Darling, everybody sees how you look at him. You’re just holding back but why?”

“I don’t know I’m-I’m just scared” you look down at your glass in hand.

“For what?”

“From myself, my past isn’t that good and it haunts me. And the people I love has always ended up hurt or dead” you sigh “ you know I literally swore to hate him all my life but here I’m thinking about him all the time and it weirdly makes me feel happy knowing someone loves me”

“This is what it feels to be in love, you idiot” she pokes at the side of your head with a finger “What more do you want?”

“I don’t know. I thought Ethan was the one and after he was gone I never imagined to fall for someone again”

“Well Ethan is dead you need to move on. You love him right?”

“Yeah maybe” you half shrug.

“Then just fucking say it to him”

“How?”

“Just go back home walk up to him say you love him and then kiss the life out of him”

“What’s the use if I take his life?” you say jokingly.

“That’s just a metaphor dumbo” she softens her tone a bit “Y/N this is your chance at a happy life not the way you imagined but he loves you with his life. What more do you want? Stop pushing him away before it’s too late”

“You are right. I think I’m gonna say it to him and that too tonight itself”

“There you go finally some good sense came into you”

“Thanks V, for listening to me and being on my side. I really needed a big sister like you though you came into my life late but I feel lucky to have you” your eyes were wet as you smiled at her.

“Aww now you got me emotional too smallie” she pulls you in a hug.

Tom was at the house with the boys celebrating in their own way.

“I feel so fucking good, finally that the biggest problem in our business has resolved!”

“Ya mate that viper gang was a menace now we can finally rest a bit” Harrison added.

“C’mon let’s drink to that” Harry adds as all of them clink their glasses together.

Tom’s phone buzzes in his pocket, he excuses himself and goes out of the room. He pulls out his phone to find a private number he receives and holds the phone to his ear to hear a very familiar voice.

“Hello son-in-law I think it’s about time we have a little chat” Victor’s voice gruff and menacing.

“Didn’t expect you to call so soon to beg for my mercy” Tom jabs to which Victor laughed

“Is something funny?” Tom asks, irritated.

“Yeah it is when you’re already under my mercy” he taunts “my daughter Y/N with whom you’re dreaming to have a perfect life because I let you”

“What are you trying to say?” his jaw tenses.

“I see you are very fond of my daughter and unfortunately she has grown a certain likeness towards you but I think it’s time to stop the playhouse act and take her out of your life”

“You not going to lay a finger on her you fucking bastard!” Tom spat at him.

“Oh no, no why would I harm my little girl? I’m her dad not a monster. I’m just going to take her away from you and bring her back to where she belongs”

“You can’t do that, you know that right? Not against her will. Moreover she’s my wife now you have no right over her” Tom states firmly.

“Oh do I? What if I go to the jury and say that I was forced to give away my sweet little daughter because your father threatened to kill her and even after agreeing to your demands she isn’t happy with you” he says with a wicked laugh.

“The jury needs proof which you don’t have because she’s actually happy with me away from a scumbag like you”

“Oh they will listen because it will be Y/N’s words against yours”

“She will never do that”

“Oh don’t worry she will, I’ll make sure of that or else she has to lose her mother forever”

“Seriously you want to kill her mother, what kind of monster are you?”

“Oh you don’t know anything about me, son and what extreme lengths I can go for my business. You messed up with the wrong guy boy” Victor threatens.

“See you got a problem with me so just let us solve it in a more manly way and keep Y/N and her mother out of this. Just tell me what do you want?” Tom for the first time was trying to stay calm and do things logically he doesn’t want to lose you and if that means he has to negotiate with your father he will do.

“I just want a truce between us. You let me do business and I’ll let you have a happy life with my daughter” Victor proposes.

“Okay fine”

“Meet me at the docks. Come alone and if you try to act smart by alerting cops just remember Y/N’s mother’s blood will be on your hands”

“Yeah ok” the call disconnects and Tom sighs deeply pinching the bridge of his nose and walks back to the room to grab his coat.

“Yo, mate you alright” Sam asks.

“Huh, yeah-yeah I’m fine”

“Whose call was it?” Sam asks him further.

“Nothing there’s some minute problem at the docks I need to go and solve it now”

“Tom wait I’m coming with you” Harry offers.

“No Harry, it's fine you stay and enjoy it’s a very small job and will not take much time” saying that Tom grabs his coat and leaves hastily.

Meanwhile your phone lights up with a text

Tonight I’m going to finish the job that you failed to do. Hope you have said your last goodbyes. You will no more be tied to this life of yours as I had promised you.

Love daddy

You read the message as panic washed over your face.

“V…” you breathed out helding up your phone to her with shaky hands.

“What the hell?!” she frowns at the message “Call Tom, now!” you quickly dialed his number and held the phone to your ear and you heard an automated voice.

“It’s going to the voicemail” you inform warily.

“Ok calm down for a second let’s go home maybe he’s in his office busy in some meeting that’s why isn’t picking your call”

“No he never does that, he never misses my call how much ever busy he his”

“Ok, ok fine but what’s the harm in checking, yeah?” you both rushed back to home. You walked inside the house panting as you caught sight of the boys.

“Hey Harry where’s Tom?”

“Most probably at the docks”

“But you go with him every time right?”

“Yeah but at the last moment he said that it isn’t a big deal he can handle it on his own but why are you asking me this?”

“Because I have been calling him for the last half an hour and it's going straight to his voicemail”

“Aww somebody is concerned” Harrison snickers.

“I’m serious Harrison because I have some legitimate reasons to be worried”

“Why what’s the matter?” Now he also gets worried at the tone of your voice.

“Read this” you held your phone out to him.

“What is this?” his eyes widens in shock.

“What do you think it is? The only reason daddy agreed on our marriage because he wanted me to kill Tom but I betrayed him and he will be doing my unfinished job. I think Tom is in danger”

“Y/N just relax, you’re just unnecessarily panicking it’s Tom he can handle this and maybe who knows even call a truce” Harrison remarks casually.

“You don’t understand my dad is never the one to call a truce he just takes whatever he wants by hook or by crook”

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The Manson Family

Born "no name Maddox" in Cincinnati, Ohio, on November 12, 1934, Charles Manson was the illegitimate son of Kathleen Maddox, a 16-year-old prostitute. His surname was derived from one of Kathleen's many lovers, whom she briefly married, but it signified no blood relationship. In 1936, Kathleen filed a paternity suit against one "Colonel Scott" of Ashland, Kentucky, winning the grand monthly sum of five dollars for the support of "Charles Milles Manson." Scott instantly defaulted on the judgement, and he died in 1954 without acknowledging his son.

In 1939, Kathleen and her brother were sentenced to five years in prison for robbing a West Virginia gas station. Charles was packed off to live with a strictly religious aunt and her sadistic husband, who constantly berated the boy as a "sissy," dressing him in girl's clothing for his first day of school in an effort to help Manson "act like a man," Paroled in 1942, Maddox reclaimed her son, bur she was clearly unsuited to motherhood. An alcoholic who brought home lovers of both sexes, Kathleen frequently left Charles with neighbors "for an hour," then disappeared for days or weeks on end, leaving relatives to track the boy down. On one occasion she reportedly gave Charles to a barmaid as payment for a pitcher of beer.

By 1947, Kathleen was seeking a foster home for her son, but none was available. Charles wound up in the Gilbault School for Boys in Terre Haute, Indiana, but fled after 10 months, rejoining his mother. She still didn't want him, so Manson took to living on the streets, making his way by theft. Arrested in Indiana, he escaped from the local juvenile center after one day's confinement. Recaptured and sent to Father Flannigan's Boy's Town, he lasted four days before his next escape, fleeing in a stolen car to visit relatives in Illinois. He pulled more robberies en route and on arrival, leading to another bust at 13. Confined for three year in a reform school at Plainfield, Indiana, Manson recalls sadistic abuse by older boys and guards alike. If we may trust his memory, at least one guard incited other boys to rape and torture Manson, while the officer stood by and masturbated on the sidelines.

In February 1951, Manson and two other inmates escaped from Plainfield "school," fleeing westward in a series of stolen cars. Arrested in Beaver, Utah, Manson was sentenced to federal time for driving hot cars across state lines. Starting off in a minimum-security establishment, Manson assaulted another inmate in January 1952, holding a razor blade to the boy's throat and sodomizing him. Reclassified as "dangerous," Manson was transferred to a tougher lockup, logging eight major disciplinary infractions including three homosexual assaults by August 1952. He was moved to the Chillicothe, Ohio, reformatory a month later and suddenly turned over a new leaf, becoming a "model" prisoner almost overnight. The cunning act was rewarded with parole in May 1954.

Arrested a second time for driving hot cars interstate, in September 1955, Manson got off easy with five years' probation. He celebrated by skipping a court date in florida on pending charges of auto theft, and his probation was promptly revoked. Picked up in Indianapolis on March 14, 1956, he was sent to the federal prison at Terminal Island, California, winning parole on September 30, 1958. Seven months later, on May 1, 1959, he was jailed in Los Angeles on charges of forging and cashing stolen US Treasury checks. Once more, he escaped with probation, swiftly revoked with his April 1960 arrest for pimping and transporting whores interstate. Entering the lockup at McNeil Island, Manson listed his religion as "Scientologist": his IQ was tested at 121. Paroled on March 21, 1967, over his own objections, Manson was drawn to San Francisco and the teeming Haight-Ashbury district.

It was the "Summer of Love," when thousands of young people flocked to the banner of drugs and"flower flower," heeding Timothy Leary's advice to "tune in, turn on, drop out." The streets and crash pads overflowed with teenage runaways and drifters, seeking insight on the world and on themselves. Behind the scenes, a minor army of manipulators, gurus, outlaw bikers, pushers, pimps, and Satanists stood ready to squeeze a grim profit from the age of Aquarius.

In San Francisco, Manson displayed a surprising charisma,attracting young dropouts of both sexes, drawn from all strata of white society. Some, like Mary Brunner, were college graduates. Others, like Susan Atkins and Robert Beausoleil, were involved with satanic cults. Most were hopelessly confused about their lives, adopting Manson as a combination mentor, father figure, Christ incarnate, and the self-styled "God of Fuck." They drifted up and down the state in fluctuating numbers, with the "family" topping 50 members as its peak. From Mendocino and the Haight to Hollywood, Los Angeles, and Death Valley, Manson's nomads followed their leader as the Summer of Love became a nightmare. Along the way, they rubbed shoulders with the church of Satan, the Process Church of Final Judgement (worshipping Satan, Lucifer, ad Jehovah simultaneously), the Circe Order of Dog Blood, and some say the homicidal "Four P Movement." Manson grew obsessed with death and the Beatles song "Helter Skelter," which he interpreted as predicting race war in America. In Manson's view, once "blackie" had been driven to the point of violence, helpless whites would be annihilated, leaving Manson and his family to rule the roost.

On October 13, 1968, two women were found and beaten and strangled to death near Ukiah, California. One, Nancy Warren, was the pregnant wife of a highway patrol officer. The other victim, Clida Delaney, was Warren's 64-year-old grandmother. The murders were realistic in nature, with 36 leather thongs wrapped around each victim's throat. Several members of the Manson "family" including two later convicted of unrelated murders were visiting Ukiah at the time.

Two months later, on December 30, 17-year-old Marina Habe was abducted outside her West Hollywood home; her body was recovered on New Year's Day, with multiple stab wounds in the neck and chest. Investigators learned that Habe was friendly with various "family" members, and police believe her ties to the Manson group led directly to her death.

On May 27, 1969, 64-year-old Darwin Scott the brother of Manson's alleged father was hacked to death in his Ashland, Kentucky, apartment, pinned to the floor by a long butcher knife. Manson was out of touch with his California parole officer between May 22 and June 18, 1969, and an unidentified "LSD preacher from California" set up shop with several young women in nearby Huntington, around the same time.

On July 17, 1969, 16-year-old Mark Walts disappeared while hitchhiking from Chatsworth, California, to the pier at Santa Monica to do some fishing. His battered body, shot three times and possibly run over by a car, was found the next mourning in Topanga Canyon. Walts was a frequent visitor to Manson's commune at Spahn movie ranch, and the dead boy's brother publicly accused Manson of the murder, though no charges were filed.

Around the time of Walt's death, a "Jane Doe" corpse was discovered near Castaic, northeast of the Spahn ranch, tentatively identified from articles of clothing as Susan Scott, a "family" member once arrested with a group of Manson girls in Mendocino. Scott was living at the ranch when she dropped out of sight, and while the Castaic corpse remains technically unidentified, Susan has not been seen again.

In the month between July 27 and August 26, 1969, Manson's tribe slaughtered at least nine persons in southern California. Musician Gary Hinman was the first to die, hacked to death in retaliation for a drug deal gone sour, "political" graffiti scrawled at the scene in his blood, as Manson tried to blame the crime on "blackie." On August 9, a Manson hit team raided the home of movie director Roman Polanski, slaughtering Polanski's wife pregnant actress Sharon Tate and four of her guests: Abigail Folger, Jay Sebring, Voytek Frykowski, and Steven Parent. The following night, Manson's "creepy crawlers" killed and mutilated another couple, Leno and Rosemary LaBianca, in their Los Angeles Home.

An atmosphere of general panic gripped affluent L.A., the grisly crimes demonstrating that no one was safe. On August 16, sheriff's deputies raided the Spahn ranch, arresting Manson and company on various drug related charges, but Charles was back on the street by August 26. That night he directed the murder and dismemberment of movie stunt man Donald ("Shorty") Shea, a hanger-on who "knew too much" and was suspected of discussing family business with police.

Ironically, Manson's downfall came about through a relatively petty crime. On the night pf September 18-19, 1969, members of the family burned a piece of road grading equipment that was "obstructing" one of their desert dune buggy routes. Arson investigators traced the evidence to Manson, and he was arrested again on October 12. A day later, Susan Atkins was picked up in Ontario California, and she soon confided details of the Tate-LaBianca murders to cellmates in Los Angeles. Sweeping indictments followed, but even Manson's removal from circulation could not halt the violence.

On November 5, 1969, family member John Haught aka "Zero" was shot and killed while "playing Russian roulette" in Venice, California. Eleven days later, another "Jane Doe" tentatively identified as family associate Sherry Cooper was found near the site where Marina Habe's body had been discovered in 1968. On November 21, Scientologists James Sharp, 15 and Doreen Gault, 19, were found dead in a Los Angeles alley, stabbed more than 50 times each with a long-bladed knife. Investigators learned that Gaul had been a girlfriend of Bruce Davis, a family member subsequently convicted of first-degree murder in L.A.

And Manson's arm was long. Joel Pugh, husband of Mansonite Sandra Good, flew to London in late 1968, accompanied by Bruce Davis. Their mission included the sale of some rare coins and the establishment of connections with satanic orders in Britain. Davis returned to the United States in April 1969, but Pugh lingered on, and his body was found in a London hotel room on December 1, his throat slit with razor blades, his blood used to inscribe "backwards writing" and "comic book drawings" on a nearby mirror. (Despite the impossible scribbling, his death was ruled a suicide.) Charged with the seven Tate-LaBianca murders, Manson and three of his female disciples Susan Atkins,Patricia Krenwinkel, and Leslie Van Houten went to trial in June 1970. The defense rested its case on November 19, and attorney Ronald Hughes disappeared eight days later, after he was driven to Sespe Hot Springs by two family associates called "James" and "Lauren." The lawyer's decomposing corpse was found in Sespe Creek five months later, around the time Manson's death sentence was announced, and positive identification was confirmed through dental X rays.

Prosecutor Vincent Bugliosi believes that he has traced the fate of "James" and "Lauren," suspected of guilty knowledge in Hughes's death. On November 8, 1972, hikers found the body of 26-year-old James Willett, shot gunned and decapitated, in a shallow grave near Guerneville, California. Three days later, Willett's station wagon was spotted outside a house in Stockton, and police arrested two members of the Aryan Brotherhood inside, along with three Manson women. Lauren Willett, wife of James, was buried in the basement, and an initial tale of "Russian roulette" was dropped in April 1973 when four suspects pled guilty to murder charges.

Meanwhile, the Manson trials continued in Los Angeles. Triggerman Charles "Tex" Watson was convicted and sentenced to die for the Tate-LaBianca murders in 1971. During August of that year, six family members including original disciple Mary Brunner tried to steal 140 weapons from a Hawthorne gun shop, planning to break Manson out of jail, but they were captured in a shootout with police. All were subsequently convicted, and Brunner was also sentenced for participation in the Hinman murder. Robert Beausoleil and Susan Atkins picked up additional death sentences for that slaying, while Manson, Bruce Davis, and Steve Grogan were convicted in both the Hinman and Shea murders. Various death sentences were overturned by the US Supreme Court's 1972 ruling against Capital Punishment, and all of the family hackers are now technically eligible for parole. In Manson's absence, Lynette "Squeaky" Fromme held the family reins, corresponding with Charlie in prison and spreading his gospel on the streets, forging new alliances with sundry cults and racist groups. In September 1975, she tried to assassinate President Gerald Ford, but her pistol misfired and Squeaky was sentenced to life imprisonment .

As for the family patriarch, commutation of his death sentence laughed Manson on a seemingly endless tour of the California prison system from San Quentin to Vacaville, on to Folsom, back to San Quentin, and so on. Wherever he went, the pattern was identical: conflicts with authority and other inmates, various beatings ad murder attempts (to date, he has been poisoned, set on fire, and badly beaten several times), half-hearted hunger strikes, and raving television interviews. In March 1974, Manson was diagnosed as an "acute psychotic"; two months later he assaulted a guard; two months after that, he was caught passing notes about a planned escape attempt. The Aryan Brotherhood, once Manson's de facto prison bodyguard, soon turned against him, one member sexually assaulting him at San Quentin, others beating him up at Folsom, another tea slipping rat poison into his favourite soft drink. Still, there were rumors of Charlie orchestrating payback: one of his AB tormentors was stabbed to death at Folsom, while another was shot gunned by the proverbial persons unknown, shortly after his parole. Both crimes were probably related to the Brotherhood's traffic in drugs or continual feuding with blacks, but Manson was pleased to take credit for the murders with a wink and a grin.

While eligible for parole since 1972, no convicted "family" killer has yet been released. Susan Atkins and Tex Watson claim to have "found god" in prison, Watson founding his own ministry with a small but loyal cadre of disciples in the free world. Krenwinkel and Van Houten insist they have changed, matured, but no public official mindful of his future in elective office is prepared to take them at their word. As for Manson himself, his yearly parole hearings those he deigns to attend have been converted into a theatre of the grotesque, with Manson rambling incoherently, sometimes for hours on end, on topics ranging from the Brazilian rain forest to his "frame-up" by an unjust society. Sometimes he doesn't show at all: in 1979, for example, he passed on the hearing and sent the parole board a "Get Out of Jail Free" card from his Monopoly set.

And there is always more trouble waiting for Manson, wherever he goes. In August 1997, he was sentenced to serve seven months at California's "super-max" Pelican Bay State Prison, after he was convicted of selling drugs to other inmates. He completed that sentence in June 1998 and was transferred to yet another lockup. March 1999 brought a surprise announcement that Manson would assist Professor Robert Beattie of Newman University in teaching a class on the U.S legal system. Sandi Gibbons, a spokesperson for the Los Angeles district attorney’s office, noted that it was not Manson’s first foray into academia. “He likes to interact with young people,” she said. “He thinks he can pass along something to them.” As Manson told Professor Beattie in a tape-recorded conversation, “I have 50 years of experience in incarceration. I pretty much have a leg up on the law from an underworld perspective.”

At press time for this volume, all parole bids from Manson and his homicidal followers have been rejected by California authorities.

Charles Manson died from cardiac arrest resulting from respiratory failure and colon cancer at the hospital four days later on November 19. Three people stated their intention to claim Manson's estate and body.

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