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floatinginwords · 4 years

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Saved by the Devil (7/?) - Tommy Shelby

Summary: You have a talk with some friends and get a little job offered

Paring: Tommy Shelby x fem!reader (Not romantic...yet)

A/n: this took me so long to write. I hope you like it. Have a wonderful day:)

You walked through the streets on London feeling lost and uneasy. The state record of your father was there, written officially: he was declared dead. You felt like you were going crazy for not even trusting the piece of evidence. You asked the secretary about a million questions about how they even go about certifying a death. The woman looked at you as if you were crazy and you probably looked it. None of the cuts were healed, parts of your face were beginning to bruise, and the stich on your hand was horrendous. At least you didn’t reek of alcohol. It bothered you that the certificate under cause of death read “suicide”. You distinctly remember Sabini tell you that your father had got himself killed.

‘Why stage it like a suicide and then tell the underworld you killed him? Couldn’t you have just paid the cops to look the other way?’ A million more questions swarmed your way non of which the secretary could answer.

And so you left the place walking slowly back home feeling odd. Dead is dead right you don’t need the details. You don’t want them. You tell yourself this as you get home, telling yourself that the uneasy feeling was from the physical night before not because someone was watching you.

‘I’m not safe staying here’ You think to yourself. You start fantasizing about all the different places you could disappear to, the new life you could create for yourself. You just needed enough money to so. That wad of cash underneath your bed was good for a boat ride and hotel stay, not for entire life change. You were gonna need to start saving and earning, more fast. The air was changing and not for the better.

Once you get home, you can see a lamp on in the window. You try to walk past the figure sitting in the living room, but their voice rings out stopping you from making another move.

“(Y/n), we need to talk.” Ada says.

“What about?” you ask sitting opposite of her in the living room.

“Its about Tommy,” she pauses a minute trying to gauge your reaction, you don’t give any. She sighs, “I just want you to be careful around him.”

You raise an eyebrow, confused from where this is coming from. “What do you mean?”

“I mean are you gonna keep coming home looking half dead with my brother having to carry you in here with no sort of explanation?”

“I’m sorry about that.” You apologize knowing she must have been scared out of her mind seeing you like that. You would have been too had it been her or Trinity.

“What are you even thinking working for him? Didn’t you want out of your father business, aren’t you on some guys shit list?” Ada takes a deep breath calming herself.

“I have it under control.” You can hear Ada groan in frustration. You understand why she was so defensive about this. Her family was dangerous and to be around them was like being around death itself. At least that’s how Ada put it.

“No you don’t just look at yourself!” She sternly says, pointing a finger at you.

You stifle a laugh from your throat at how motherly she looks, “Ada, please save the parenting for Karl.”

She rolls her eyes at your jest and gets up from the couch. “Are you gonna work for him again?”

“If I need the money...”

“I told you don’t have to pay rent while you stay here. You can take as long as you need to find steady job.”

You fake a smile and nod your head, “You’re right.” You didn’t want to bring up the unease you’ve been feeling. Or the need to flee the country based on a little paranoia that may just go away. It was unfair to her to place this burden upon her when she's finally made it out of feeling that way herself. But you’ll be damned if you weren’t gonna at least prepare yourself for the uncertain future.

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Trinitys apartment was the same as it always has been. Neat to the point where it looked picture perfect. You always wondered when she had the time to keep tidy. You arrived early in the morning, knowing she would be up and that it would be the perfect time to cross into what you thought was still sabinis territory.

“You know your friend took over the Eden Club. I haven’t seen any of Sabini guys in awhile” Trinity says attempting to ease you as you keep looking out the window.

“who?”

“The Shelby’s. I think it was his brother or whatever. I wasn’t there when it happened but I heard it was brutal.”

“What did sabini do?” You ask.

“no one heard from him or Alistair.” She states

“Hmm.” You say finding it odd the gangster hadn’t retaliated yet

“You know you can maybe work there again? If you asked nicely? The Shelby’s seem to like you.”

“What makes you say that?”

“Oh please I was the first person ada called to tell me about you running off with her brother. Did you know they were related?”

“No.”

She notices your lack of words. And though trinity wanted to be playful and tease her friend, she was worried.

“Are you okay, (Y/n)?”

“Im thinking of leaving, trinity.” You say

“Why? Where are you going?”

“Nowhere. Im just thinking.” You sip your tea lightly, feeling the soothing warmth go down your throat, “Something feels wrong.”

“What is it?”

“I fear that something nefarious is upon me. And that it’s a matter of time before It decides to kill me.”

“You’re not gonna tell me, are you?”

“I need your help planning.” You say ignoring her questions. You didn’t want to subject her to your nightmares about your father which haven’t ceased at all. In face they were increasing in violence and color. Most of them drawing from memories. If it wasn’t your father that was alive coming to hunt you down, it was most likely a dedicated servant of his. You wondered who was was keeping the business going seeing as you didn’t take over and were the only child of your father. You had no other logical explanation of what the universe was trying to tell you with these dreams and gut feelings.

You open your purse revealing the wad of money from underneath your bed and papers of different id. “Your gonna hold this for me. When I need it ill come for it, if I add to it ill come here okay? Just make sure it stays hidden and untouched.”

She nods and takes it gently from your hands, “You’re being serious.”

“Deadly.”

You stood for a couple more hours, talking and eating until the afternoon came. You said your goodbyes and were on your way back on the streets of London. You felt good about yourself after seeing Trinity. It felt like years since you seen her.

You hear the honking of an annoying horn bring you out of your thoughts. You see Tommy Shelby behind the wheel, a cocky grin on his face. He parks the car and you wait for him outside not wanting to sit in close proximity of him. He comes around, outing a cigarette loosely around his pink lips. He doesn’t light it.

“I was looking for you at Adas.” He says standing in front of you with hands in his pockets.

“Hmm why?” You ask.

“How are your stiches?”

“Fine,” your face grows warm as you think about the drunken thoughts you had about him. You had them caged up this time but you were now very aware of the fact that you had them, “what is that you want?” you ask avoiding his eyes, afraid of getting lost in them. You could not afford to grow any sort of attachment to the man. The stories you’ve heard, the warning you’ve gotten from his own sister, you know that he was no good.

“Take a ride with me.” He simply says walking away from you.

Your legs move before you think. Following his words like a sailor would a siren. You suddenly felt very self conscious around the man as you sat near him.

“Where is this coming from?” You think to yourself feeling stupid you begin to argue with yourself in your head trying to find the soure of this new unwanted attraction. Maybe you were still drunk. No its been days. Or maybe you were tired. Sleep has been hard to comeby these days.

You look across at him and study his features. He was a very handsome man, no doubt about it. You don’t realize how long you’ve been staring until he catches you.

“What?” He asks

“Have you called May?” Your not sure why your mind went to that but it was.

He chuckles, “Are you really that interested in that?”

“No, im just making conversation.”

“Well I did. Ill be seeing her later this week. See how shes training my horse.” He sends a smile your way before his eyes go back to the road.

The smile sends your stomach doing flips. “You know your not as scary as people make you seem, Mr.Shelby.” Another statement slipping from your lips.

“Trust me, I can be scary. Hand me that file”

He parks the car in front of lovely looking house, a guard standing outside the gates of it. You hand him the file, next to you on the seats and he fiddles through it. You stare at the house with the guard in front of it through the rearview mirror.

“Why are we parked here?” You ask you eyes trained to the rearview mirror

“Had to make a stop.”

You see the guard notice the car and head towards you. He walks toward your window and leans in. “Sir,” The guard says totally ignoring your presence, “You cant park here.”

“Apologies, me and the Mrs. were just lost.”

“Well get a move on.” Thomas starts the car and moves it one block a way before parking again. He checks his watch.

“23 seconds,” He say to himself writing it down, “Are you gonna ask any questions?”

“I think I would rather leave this one alone.”

“Smart girl.”

You end up driving 2 more hours around the city. He tells you about the Eden club takeover and how his brother Arthur is now running the game there. Sabini hasn’t been seen inawhile. Nor his most trustworthy comapnions

“Do you know Alfie solomons?” He asks

“I do.” Alfie Solomon’s to you was an unpredictable man, You never could predict what he was gonna say.

“I was gonna have Arthur have dinner with him alone. But Arthur doesn’tknow Solomon’s too well.”

“Mr. Shelby-“

“I wouldn’t ask if I didn’t need to.” His eyes burn into your skull. You take all the self control you have to not turn your head and stare into them.

You think about the proposition and grow very hesitant. A part of you wants to take it and another part doesn’t. Quick money could be very useful to you but at what cost if its for situations like this. A dinner with gangsters could become deadly very quickly with one wrong move.

“When is this dinner?”

“Friday.”

“Ill give you answer before than” You say seeing it was Tuesday. You open the door to the car and walk out of it. You were beginning to suffocate under his stare and you needed to breath.

The air was crisp and refreshing to your lungs as you speedy walk down the streets making lefts and rights. The annoying horn returns to your ears as soon as you feel calm. You turn back around to scream when you realize its not the same car. It’s a black car with weird, tinted window, almost like a police car. The windows roll down, revealing a man with grey, busy eyebrows and mustache. His eyes held an evil glint in them

(Y/fn) (y/ln)?” He asks do it looked like he already knew the answer in his head that he knew who he had.

“Sorry wrong gal.” You lie turning around to get out for whatever situation that was.

“Get her boys.” You hear the man sigh. You feel large hands grab around your body and large funny smelly napkin forced against your mouth.

‘Chloroform’ you think as you pass out into the darkness.

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