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âAs The Crow Fliesâ (Alfie Solomons x fem!Reader) â PART 2
SUMMARY â By all accounts Anna Gray died in Australia and had no business standing in Alfieâs living room, nor calling the man âdarlingâ for that matter. But there you were, identical to the picture they took when they shipped you off to the colonies.
AUTHORâS NOTE â Thank you to everyone for words of encouragement and for waiting for the update đđđđđ Goodness, that was one hefty break. I hope the next part won't take me as much, but I can't exactly promise it will be fast, sorry about that. I think this is a part 2 out of 3 and then I'll do an epilogue, but that is still more of a draft than a plan.
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Tommy sat beside Polly in utter silence, watching the cigarette slowly burn between her fingers to the point where the heat nearly touched the skin. Tommy observed it with morbid fascination because it was something other to do than to stay with his own thoughts. And he would not dare to speak to Polly firstânot after the news he had brought her this evening.
The clock chiming in the hall let them know it was nearly three oâclock in the morning, but still neither of them moved. The fire went out long ago and Tommy wondered in his solemn silence if Polly would accept a blanket.
âHow could you tell me she was dead?â Polly suddenly asked the question Tommy had been dreading for the past hour and then she flicked the cigarette butt straight on the carpet.Â
Tommy dared to look her in the eye then and immediately regretted that decision when he was met with nothing but hurt and steel-like anger.
âThey told me she was, Pol. I went to the parish myself, saw the documents myself,â Tommy replied calmly.
That signature state of calm didnât come to him as quickly as it used to, he noticed. These days it required more and more effort; or perhaps the things he chose to do got worse with time.
âFucking nuns,â Polly hissed and shook her head. âYou should have pressed them harder! Shouldâve made them talk!â
âThen what, hm? Threaten them? Put a gun to their head, eh? There was nothing else they would have told me, Pol, they didnât know.â
âI donât care what! We shouldnât have just abandoned her like that. Now look what happened, sheâs a hostage with another fucking monster, just ready to put his paws on her whenever he pleases!â Polly stood up abruptly and Tommy wondered for a moment if perhaps he shouldnât slip some laudanum in her drink. She looked frenzied, her hair in disarray and eyes bloodshot. The way Tommy saw it, she was half-ready to walk to Margate on foot and kill Alfie herself.
âPolly,â Tommy moved to stand in front of her just in case she had any ideas. He put both hands on her shoulders to reassure her. âPolly, look at me. Alfie Solomons, yeah? Alfie Solomons is just about the last man youâd find putting his hands on anybody that didnât ask for it, all right? I swear this much.â
âJesus, I donât care what you swear anymore, Tommy!â Polly scoffed and tore herself away. âThe man is insane, you said so yourselfâmany times in fact! We all remember what he did to Arthur! Or have you forgotten?!â
âNo,â Tommy replied stiffly. âPerhaps heâs insane, but heâs not cruel to women, Polly, never has been. He doesnât have the reputation.â
âWell, neither do you, that doesnât mean one wifeâs not buried, the otherâs escaped!â
Though Tommy would never admit it, that hurt immensely. That was the problem with people who loved him, he supposed. They knew exactly where to hit to draw the most blood. He willed his face to return to the stony mask it was before.
âBut your daughter is not buried and she isnât gone,â he said. âSheâs alive, Pol, I saw her with my own two eyes. Sheâs alive and we can get her back.â
âWell, thatâs not exactly possible now, is it?â she scoffed and turned her gaze back to the fireplace as if some ghostly apparition beckoned her to it. âYou said she didnât know you, I bet that fucking animal has her caged.â
âThatâs not true. I saw her, Pol, she looked well.â Tommy felt like stressing that might help. âShe has your eyes and your wit and I swear she cooks somethinâ awful, but sheâs no prisoner. Alfie isâŚâ He hesitated then, because it wasnât exactly a comfortable thought to consider. âSheâs got him wrapped around her little finger, Pol. You canât say no to her, eh? Just like I canât exactly argue with you neither.â
That brought Polly back, even if just to glare at her nephew with fury.
âPol, I swore to you once Iâd bring your children home and I havenât changed my mind.â Tommy took her hand in his and to his relief this time Polly didnât pull away.Â
âI donât think Alfie harmed her,â he insisted. âI donât think sheâd let him. Polly, she looked tough. Hardened by life. Sheâs a woman grown, Pol, and I know she can take care of herself. You said so yourself, eh? Itâs grandfatherâs gift, reading people. Well, I read her tonight and I know Alfie, too. Something happened to her, that muchâs clear, but thereâs nothinâ evil happeninâ to her in that house.â
That seemed to satisfy his aunt because she finally took a deep breath that actually made Tommy feel like he could breath himself.
âWhy would he tell you to lie to me, Tommy?â
âHow do you mean?â
âWhy would he think you wouldnât tell me? That youâd play his game.â
âI donât know.â He shrugged. âBut I know what he wants in return and to be honest his plan wasnât as delirious as Iâd take him for.â
âI donât care what you discussed with that man, thatâs of little consequence,â Polly scoffed. âWe are going to get her and we are going to get rid of him once and for all, Thomas, because no one fucks with the Peaky fuckinâ Blinders and no one fucks with the family! Do you hear me?!â
âI hear you.â
âGood. Now get up!â
âSo weâre goinâ today?â
âToday!â
Tommy nodded and gently navigated her back into the armchair. He rang the bell for the maid. In the agitated state Pollyâs house was currently in, Tommy was sure the servants werenât really sleeping.
âAnd get Michael,â she ordered. âI donât care what that peroxide tramp says about it, heâs coming with us.â
Alfie stood on the porch and smoked his pipe. He let you squeeze his arm in anger while trying to sneak concerned glances in your general direction. Tired of being treated like a spooked horse, you glared at him until he stopped with all the concern. You were tougher than you looked and you would very much appreciate it if Alfie finally admitted it.
âYou alright?â Alfie asked you for what must have been the twentieth time and you nodded stiffly instead of a reply.
âDarlinâ, I mean it, all right, âcause if you ainât tryinâ to make me bloody worried then youâre doinâ a splendid job regardless, yeah?â
âShut up.â
âRight, thatâs just fuckinâ uncalled for, thatâŚâ
âNo. Someoneâs coming.â
You pointed then to the faint shapes on the horizon, which, judging by the noise, must have been the Shelby Bentleys.
âGet the binoculars, Alfie.âÂ
âIâll get the fuckinâ shotgun is what Iâll get.â
âAlfie.â
âIâll do as I damn well please in my own house, woman!â
âSo your brilliant means of operation is just bullets, is that it? What the hell did you expect, that Tommy would just listen to you?â
There was a clear measure of challenge in your words and all you two did then was just size each other up, trying to see who would call the bluff first. Finally, your husband grumbled his best catalogue of swear words and brought you the binoculars you asked for.Â
âItâs the Shelbys,â you confirmed.
âLike clockwork, that lot,â Alfie scoffed. âYou tell them one thing, they go the opposite fuckinâ direction.â
âSome clock thatâd be,â you chuckled. âWe knew theyâd come. Thatâs why weâre here.â
âDonât get smart with me.â
The pipe now abandoned, Alfie checked the barrel of his favourite handgun and reassured himself with the number. The only problem was the Shelby threat looming on the horizon and what looked like three cars, no doubt packed to the brim with Tommyâs henchmen.
âAnd youâre certain he will help us?â you asked.
ââCourse. Like I said before, right, Tommyâs nothinâ if not reliable.â
âThatâs quite generous coming from you.â
âJust âcause he shot me doesnât mean we ainât kin now.â
âI am many things, dearest, but a Shelby isnât one of them.â
âAh, well, too bad. And too late to call the cavalry off, I reckon. If ya changed your mindâŚâ
âThatâs not what I meant.â It was your time to scoff. âThese people are not my family. You are.â
On a rare occasion when Alfie Solomons found himself something close to emotional, three black Bentleys finally arrived at the quaint Margate cottage. You instinctively grabbed your husbandâs arm again. He didnât flinch, not even when you dug your nails into the skin, hard enough to draw blood.
âRight, gentlemen! And lady. What a lovely surprise, innit.â Alfie beckoned with his other hand, waving the gun about and leaving very little doubt as to the quickness of change in his intentions were the Shelbys not to play along. âLet me simply say: shalom⌠All right. Welcome. Yeah, that is the message for today, or so one might hope.â
What would undoubtedly be another inspired monologue had to wait, however. As soon as Tommy escorted Polly out of the car and her eyes met her daughterâs, Pollyâs knees gave out. Tommy and Arthur caught her just in time and held her up on both sides.
âAnna!â Polly cried. âOh dear God, itâs really you! Anna!â
You stood still like a statue, at which point even your husband turned to look at you with a mix of concern and fascination. You let go of his arm and focused on Tommy.
âMr. Shelby. You brought an army this time. Am I to expect a shootout?â
As cold and unmoved as Tommy tried to be, it proved to be hard with a sobbing woman on his arm.
âOr am I to understand youâre here to kidnap me?â you pressed. âPlease donât say my chicken was that spectacular, I wonât believe it.â
âAnna.â Polly squeezed Tommyâs arm and took a step forward. Alfie uncocked his gun. You sighed and wished he hadnât, since the entire Shelby ensemble now followed with the same.
âWhat the fuck is the matter with you, you fools! Put the bloody guns down!â Polly seethed and marched towards the house with a newfound purpose in her step. âAnna. Come down from there. Youâre coming home with us.â
You looked at the woman you knew was your mother, though now only by name. Your heart didnât know her and your head was too preoccupied to care.
âThat might pose an issue,â you answered. âBecause I am home.â
The next person that got out of the car, however, seemed to finally make you shake off your stony demeanour. You couldnât quite help it, because his face was the first you could actually say was known to you.
âMichael!â you whispered and then rushed down from the porch before anyone could stop you. âOh dear God, youâre alive!â
You fell into your brotherâs steady embrace and though the force of it nearly made him stumble, he held you firmly and wouldnât let goânot even if the devil himself tried to claim you both again.Â
The tearful reunion was so quiet that no one apart from you and Michael could know what words were exchanged. While the Shelbys werenât exactly the type to interrupt, you could tell that Alfie was out of patience.Â
âAre we just about finished, then?â he inquired. âForgive the interruption, yeah, but itâs gettinâ liâl too chilly for my taste.â
Polly took that opportunity to point her gun directly at Alfieâs head.
âNow then, madam,â Alfie chuckled and stood his ground, though he didnât raise the gun he was holding. âIâd only ask ya to aim better than your nephew, all right, âcause I canât exactly take no more of this.â He pointed to the injured side of his face. âOnce was enough, yeah, so if youâre certain thatâs what ya wanna do, I wonât stop ya.â
âShut your mouth,â Polly hissed. âYou shut your mouth!â
âPolly.â Tommy took a step towards them. His voice was full of warning and he ordered his men to stand down with a single wave of his hand. âPolly, think about what weâre doinâ here, all right? We came to get your daughter,â he turned to point at you, who now looked toward her husband with a horrified expression. âSheâs safe now, Polly, we can take her home. Thereâs no need for violence, Pol, not today.â
âLike hell you will!â you protested. âCan you stop talking about me like Iâm not even here?! No oneâs taking me anywhere.â
âNow then, Tommy,â Alfie sighed. âThere I was, mate, thinkinâ we had an understandinâ, you anâ I. After all these years of friendship, right, you come to my house, guns blazinâ, and with your lovely aunt no less, all in pursuit of justice I canât exactly give, mate, âcause I ainât the one who took Anna away in the first place. SoâŚâ
To everyoneâs surprise Alfie turned his back to Polly and opened the front door as casually as one might when having a gun pointed at you turns into something of a daily occurrence.Â
âMight I offer you a drink then, uh, Polly, is it? Right, lemme just say that, yeah, I ainât exactly one for close family ties, you see, thatâs just not somethinâ I was brought up withâŚâ
Alfieâs voice disappeared somewhat as he walked further into the house, completely ignoring the chaos on the porch. You tried to rush back towards the house and stomped on Michaelâs foot with all your might when he wouldnât let you go. Michael roared with pain and you took your chance to run, but this time it was Arthur who stopped you and who, all things considered, presented a much sturdier guard than your brother.
âYou let me through,â you hissed.Â
âNah, I donât think so, luv. Youâre cominâ with us.â
âLike hell I am!â
Polly, still stunned, turned towards her children and lowered her gun, creating an opportunity for Tommy to catch up with her and take it out of her hands.
âNot today,â he repeated softly. âThereâll be time for vengeance and thereâll be time for justice. But not here, Pol, not now. Arthur, let Anna pass.â
Polly shook her head and spat on the bluish tiles of the porch, thoroughly worn out and bleached by the seaside air. Only then did she notice the curious mosaic right before the front door and the gentle arch forming the words âletheâ.Â
âIâm not leaving without her, Tommy,â she warned.
âI know youâre not.â
Out of options and out of bullets, Polly crossed the threshold and she hoped the choice would truly erase the anguish from her memoryâif only for a moment.
Alfieâs gambit must have been exactly that from the start, Tommy mused, because as soon as the rest of the Shelby clan entered the house, they were welcomed by the maid with a tea tray. Alfie, now comfortable in his usual armchair, gestured for his guests to sit.Â
Judging by his calm and calculated demeanour, Tommy doubted him and his family had been so unexpected. In fact, he just about acknowledged he had let himself be manipulated not once but twice in what was perhaps the strangest forty-eight hours in a long time.
âRight, now, we donât know each other well so I donât know exactly what everyone drinksâŚâ Alfie waved at the maid dismissively and she started to serve the tea as if it was any other ordinary occasion. âFeel free to peruse the bar if you so prefer, Tommy, right, but not you.â Alfie settled his only seeing eye on Arthur, though the elder Shelby brother didnât seem as prone to anger as Alfie remembered. That was almost disappointing.Â
You entered the house last, holding your brotherâs hand. Michael smiled down at you fondly as if you hadnât just caused him severe bodily harm. Tommy and Alfie both noted the scene, though neither exactly for the same reasons. Alfie looked just about done tolerating all that whispering between you and your brother and it seemed so was Tommy.
Though neither, exactly, for the same reasons.
âRight then,â Alfie announced. âShould we discuss the terms?â
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Hello to one of my favourite Alfie fic writers! Since you're taking requests, I'd like to make one as well.
I don't know how it works but how about a scenario/imagine where Tommy gets in some kind of trouble (as always) and Alfie suggests that his lovely gangster wife could help and goes to introduce them but as it turns out it's none other than the Shelby's sister/cousin/relative/friend/or maybe even an ex? (Your call one this one) who they thought was dead or something?
Idk if it's even worth your time and effort but I just wanted to make a request ;) No pressure, of course!
Love you and your writing a lot!
âAs The Crow Fliesâ (Alfie Solomons x fem!Reader) â PART 1
SUMMARY â By all accounts Anna Gray died in Australia and had no business standing in Alfieâs living room, nor calling the man âdarlingâ for that matter. But there you were, identical to the picture they took when they shipped you off to the colonies.
AUTHORâS NOTE â Thank you to @zablife for being the most gracious beta!đđđđđ and thank you Anon for this request, because actually it inspired a full-blown multi-chapter idea! So this is set around... Season 5 I suppose? But I'm going to ignore everything in it and Season 6 too. Let's pretend none of it happened and just focus on the fun part! That is driving Tommy insane and making Alfie say outrageous lines.
WORD COUNT â 2,286
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In retrospect, Tommy Shelby felt he should have known better. He should have fucking known that the moment, the moment, he came to Margate to sort the bloody situation out, exactly two things would happen.
One, he would have to sit and listen with a straight face to Alfieâs inspired monologue, the subject of which had swerved from elephants to bank robbery in about two and a half minutes, and then managed to touch upon just about everything else under the sun.
Tommy remained quite sure that the sense of Alfieâs rambling had been long lost to history and the point of it all was just to talk him to death, really. Put him out of his misery with nonsense alone.
âNow then, Tommy, as I said, right, I ainât the vindictive type, I really ainât, so I am gonna help ya out just this once, right, outta the goodness of my own heart.â
Tommy managed not to roll his eyes. Barely.
ââCause I am a changed man these days, Tommy, anâ it can be that the old man that I am, Iâm goinâ soft on ya, right, anâ so tradition dictates, mate, to ask for more than ten thousand for my troubles.â
Tommy raised a brow.
âBut as things currently stand with the medical bills, on the account of beinâ shot in the face by some cunt, right⌠Fifteen would sound proper fair, mate.â
Thank fuck for small mercies, Tommy thought, then lit another cigarette and promptly got up to leave. Alfie apparently managed to settle both sides of the conversation, negotiations included, and their American problem could very well sort itself out all on his ownâthus proving to Tommy once more that the only thing he could really count on in this world had always been lunatics.
âRight, the fuck youâre doinâ now, sit down!â
Tommy frowned and remained standing, cigarette in the corner of his mouth and sheer outrage emanating from his entire person. The question of âwhat in fuckâs name do you want now, you crazy bastard?â overtook his face.
âRight, I need to make a bloody phone call,â Alfie said then, which explained exactly nothing.
Yes, that was the second thing Tommy had been so sure would happen. Alfie would first go on a tangent, then formulate a plan that involved three separate layers of deception, a bribe, and a crate of dynamite (probably).
Then Tommy would get caught in the middle as bloody always and Polly would have his head for going along with Alfieâs plan in the first place.
What he didnât expect was for Alfie to change his tone of voice completely as soon as the person picked up on the other end:
âYeah, darlinâ, itâs me. Come to the house, alright? Right, âcause I need ya here for somethinâ. No, not like theâ Bloody hell, woman, just donât fuckinâ argue with me for once, alright?â
Sometimes a rare occasion would present itself for Tommy Shelby to become fucking speechless. Truth be told, he remained rather surprised that two such occasions had also involved Alfie Solomons, undoubtedly purely for the Devilâs bloody amusement.
âWho was that then, Alfie?â
âNone of ya fuckinâ business.â
Tommy had a sneaky feeling there wasnât a clever enough question in existence that could have pushed Alfie to say anything more. He looked smug as hell for having pulled that stunt off so Tommy was willing to see it through.
For old timeâs sake.
The sun was setting and they had another drink, then Tommy let Alfie go on another tangent about⌠Tea import. Perhaps. Who knew, he wasnât really listening.
On drink three Tommy was alerted by a car pulling up to the house, followed by a door slam and a rhythmic clacking of high heels on the porch. Tommy looked to Alfie, but the man remained infuriatingly calm.
Just as Tommy was about to reach for his gun, the door to Alfieâs study opened unceremoniously and a scent of expensive perfume wafted across the room. Tommy turned around and tried his best to keep up the indifferent facade, but failed miserably. Nothing could have prepared him for you walking through that door, with a giant bodyguard no less, following you like a second shadow.
âAlright there, Billy?â Alfie greeted the bodyguard casually and the man grunted in response. âRight then, might ya wait in the car for us, mate? This whole bloody business will take a minute.â
Tommy then watched as Alfie approached you and planted an affectionate kiss to your cheek, at which point Tommy stood up abruptly.
For a moment he just stood there and stared; a state he didnât find himself in too often these days.Â
âDarling, are we having guests?â you asked Alfie in a tone so familiar to Tommy; so like your mother. Pleasant, on the verge of sarcastic.Â
By God, either that Camden bastard was a magician or you had a twin sister that Polly never mentioned. Because it wasnât possible⌠It couldnât be you. Not according to the file he stole from the parish. By all accounts Anna Gray died in Australia and had no business standing in Alfieâs living room, nor calling the man âdarlingâ for that matter. But there you were, identical to the picture they took when they shipped you off to the colonies.Â
âRight then, Tommy, might I present my lovely wife,â Alfie said. âSweetie, this here is Tommy Shelby, right, all the way from the ungodly place they call Birminghamââ
âTommy Shelby?â you interrupted and looked at Tommy with a smile so like Pollyâs that Tommy nearly lost his composure again. âMy, my⌠And there you went and promised you were done with the life, Alfie.â
âRight, anâ how could thatââ
âAnna,â Tommy interrupted what he was sure was a budding monologue from Alfie.Â
âYes?â you asked. âYou know my name?â
âI⌠Know your mother.â
âKnow?â There it was again. That curious smirk of yours that could really mean anything. Tommy found it harder and harder to keep up the charade.
âBut thatâs not possible, Mr. Shelby.â
âWhatâs not possible?â
Your tone remained polite, but your dark eyes said it all. The expression of quiet resolve Tommy thought only one person capable of delivering with such resentment.
âIâm an orphan, Mr. Shelby.â
Tommy said nothing to that, because what in hell could he even say? All of a sudden the American issue faded into nothingness, replaced solely by the phantom standing before him.
âSo you did not lie, I see,â you turned to your husband with a quizzical expression, seeing as Tommy went quiet again. âHe really is as strange as the papers make him. No matter, though, Mr. Shelby, I hope you like chicken? My husband insists Iâm a terrible cook, but you must stay for dinner.â
Tommy nodded mechanically and put out his cigarette just to busy his hands with something. When he looked at Alfie, though, Tommy noticed how the manâs mouth twitched, clearly indicating the scheme was playing exactly how he wanted it to. Mad bastard, Tommy thought. There was no saying if he was being played or tricked or helped. Probably all at once, but solely for Alfieâs benefit of course.
âRight, curious as I am, luv, what delectable fuckinâ option you maimed and butchered for dinner, Tommy isnât stayinâââ Alfie then stopped himself when two sets of identical Shelby scowls got directed his way.
Tommy did stay for dinner and made sure to clean his plate, too. He didnât mind the food at all; it reminded him of Pollyâs simple cooking back in the day when she would take care of Tommy and his siblings in Small Heath.
The more he listened to you talk and bicker with Alfie, the more of your mother he saw in you and the angrier he got at seeing you here of all places, as Alfieâs wife, unable to speak to you in plain terms. Tommy wasnât exactly sure which made him angrier, thoughâthe fact that you were Alfieâs wife or the fact that the sly bastard had kept you from your true family for who knows how many years. How did he even find you?
All the questions he had were still swirling around in Tommyâs head and he wasnât particularly paying attention to anything else, besides staring daggers at Alfie. He was hoping there would be a moment to talk to you alone, but of course your husband would never allow it. He watched Tommy like a hawk the entire evening, sometimes with just a hint of a smile to suggest he was still three steps ahead of everyone else.
âSee you never got accustomed to that fancy cookinâ theyâre offerinâ ya at the mansion these days, Tommy,â Alfie said, undoubtedly truly enjoying the charade. âTommyâs an MP, darlinâ, right about two steps from gettinâ a knighthood I reckon. Yeah, a real prince he is.â
The way Alfie said the word was so clearly a jab at Tommyâs ancestry that he didnât even flinch. What he was curious about was your reaction, but you remained perfectly pleasant:Â
âDonât tease, love, we havenât had guests in ages and Iâm not letting you drive this one away.â
When the maid took away the plates, you lit a cigarette in a swift overdone gesture and Tommy was once more taken aback with your resemblance to Polly.Â
âWell, Iâll leave ya both to it,â you announced as you got up. âIt was a pleasure, Mr. Shelby.â You extended your hand and Tommy shook it. âI know you tried your best with the chicken and I appreciate it,â you paused and tilted your head to the side as if sizing Tommy up.
âI rarely trust your husbandâs judgement,â he replied.
The way you smiled reminded Tommy of a cat that got into the pantry. He decided not to think about it too much.
âI see. Goodnight then, Mr. Shelby.â
As soon as Tommy heard you got upstairs, he turned to Alfie who, unsurprisingly, already had a gun pointed at him. It was a casual way of it that was the most infuriatingâAlfieâs hand was more so resting on the table and the gun just happened to be there, pointing at Tommy.Â
âNow then, Tommy, letâs be reasonable about this, mate.â
Tommy clenched his jaw and remained silent, but his murderous glare said it all.
âThere are four people at the house, right, includinâ you, me, my wife, then the maid⌠Then thereâs Billy outside, right, whoâs gonna be rightly worried once he doesnât get my dismissal for the night. So I want ya to be real cold anâ calculated about it, Tommy, just like I know ya can be, âcause if ya decide to off me for no reason nowâŚâ
âNo reason.â
âRight.â
âYouâre old enough to be her father.â
âYeah anâ fortunately Iâm not, âcause thatâd be right fuckinâ awkward at the temple, mate.â
âTemple?â
âWhatâd ya think, Tommy, that I smacked her over the head and dragged her into my cave?â
âSomethinâ like that.â
âRight, weâll have to show ya the pictures then, she looked stunninâ.â Alfie leaned back in his chair. âTell ya what, mate, why donât ya come by for tea one day?â
âTea.â
âYeah. We have it, Tommy, weâre not animals.â
Tommy said nothing to that. He was still reviewing his options, but as he wasnât a fan of spontaneous action, the patient approach seemed appropriate. The offer, though, just like everything else about the situation, was fucking infuriating.
âCat got your tongue?â
âFuck you, Alfie.â
That finally made Alfie smile and for some reason he lowered the gun.
âRight, so seeinâ as weâre family, Tommy, and what a happy coincidence this is, I must say, I feel like we should talk fuckinâ proper. None of that shit.â Alfie then gestured between them as if he hadnât been responsible for âthat shitâ in the first place.
âWeâve been talking, Alfie,â Tommy deadpanned.
âYeah, but then thereâs still somethinâ ya havenât told me about your American troubles, isnât there, mate, so Iâm expectinâ youâll be more honest with me in the future. Now that Iâve brought the right arguments to the tableâŚâ
The hint of a threat in that statement almost made Tommy wish he still had his razor cap around.
âSheâs Pollyâs only daughter, Alfie.â
âRight, Iâm aware of that.â
Tommy nodded, feigning understanding between them. As always, handling Alfie very much resembled handling a live grenade without a pin.
âThis canât be the way to end things.â
âWhoâs endinâ things, Tommy?â
âIâm just saying.â
âYeah, anâ Iâm going to let this one slide, Tommy, âcause you just got a lot to process, mate, so Iâm prepared to be understandinâ.â
Tommy shook his head and reached into his jacket pocket, at which Alfie uncocked the gun. Tommy slowly pulled out his cigarette box, but Alfie never even flinched. It was gruesomely reassuring to still have been right, even in the position that Tommy currently found himself in.Â
Alfie Solomons would always remain Alfie Solomons, even with the whole song and a dance about getting old and senile. He was still the same mad bastard Tommy came to know all those years ago, and as things stood, Tommy found himself wondering if this time he shouldnât try poison instead of a bullet.
âTommy,â Alfie sighed, âwith three good eyes workinâ between us, mate, I really would greatly mind if I somehow acquired a fuckinâ tumour in my lungs, too.â
Tommy said nothing and he knew Alfie hated it.
âWhich means put that shit out, mate, and listen to what Iâm about to say, âcause I got a feeling youâll really wanna hear it.â
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âAs The Crow Fliesâ (Alfie Solomons x fem!Reader) â PART 3
SUMMARY â By all accounts Anna Gray died in Australia and had no business standing in Alfieâs living room, nor calling the man âdarlingâ for that matter. But there you were, identical to the picture they took when they shipped you off to the colonies.
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âSo this is the man you have chosen for yourself?â Polly asked you when she followed you out to the porch for the much-deserved cigarette break.
The rest of the Shelby clan, as you have started to call them in your head, were left alone with Alfie, because you couldnât take any more of their so-called negotiations. Somehow you werenât exactly sure which party you felt sorrier for.
So you tried to escape, but Polly, ever the careful strategist, wouldnât leave you alone. You paid it no mind, or so you wanted to pretend.
âAlfie?â You lit a match for her, which she gladly accepted. âHeâs my husband.â
âOf your own free volition, no less.â
âDonât be glib.â
Even though, curiouser and curiouser, you noticed you and Polly smoked the same brand of cigarettes, neither of you said anything to acknowledge the fact.
âAnnaâŚâ
âPolly.â
âAll I wantâŚâ
âYes?â
âAll I want is to know youâre happy.â
âI am happy.â You paused. âIs Michael?â
You knew that wasnât what the discussion was about, nor really the question that the Shelby matriarch wanted to answer. But you decided not to give her too much leeway. If she would ask you things in a more straightforward manner, you would perhaps answer, but you werenât in the habit of being especially accommodating.
âHeâs not who you think him to be, you know. Alfie.â You offered this much, because whether you wanted to admit it or not, Pollyâs saddened expression did tug on your heartstringsâeven if just a little.
âOh, I think we both know exactly who he is, dear.â
You smirked.
âEnlighten me, please.â
Polly frowned and after some initial hesitation related for you pretty much the essence of the past few years and her familyâs dealings with one Alfie Solomons. Most of it you knew, some of it was news to you, but nothing exactly changed your mind about the man.
What Polly or the rest of the Shelbys didnât know was that the man behind the violent and unpredictable mask wasnât really who you married or woke up next to every single day. But you didnât feel like enlightening them just yet. The past you and Alfie shared meant so much more than territorial pissings.
âI know his reputation, Polly, but that doesnât change the fact I owe him my life,â you informed her. âAnd Tommy tried to take his.â
This, as expected, wasnât the reaction Polly wanted to hear.
âWhat happened to you?â she whispered incredulously, her dark eyes full of questions.
âA lot of bad things happened to me. Things I donât necessarily want to relive.â
Pollyâs grip on the porch railing got a little tighter.
âNone of it was your fault,â you offered her that small consolation, regardless whether you had any real evidence for it. You were now a part of Alfieâs world, but you werenât as ruthless. Never could.
Polly looked at you with hope so evident in her face that you couldnât really find any other words than those you knew to be true: the rest of your story.
âMind you, I donât remember much and Iâm sorry to say I donât remember you at all, Polly. Your voice is familiar to me, but when I try to look further back itâs like looking at something through a dusty glass. I mostly remember Michael and sometimes I even get bits and pieces of how he used to play with me. Well, how he used to drag me around in a shoebox on a string.â
Polly laughed at that in surprise.
âIâm sure it was John who gave him that bright idea,â she said quietly, as if worried that any audible reaction would cause you to stop talking.
âI donât doubt it.â
âWhen they took you away, I⌠It felt likeâŚâ
You waited patiently for Polly to gather her bearings, but what she said next shocked you:
âI think I missed you both so much that sometimes I simply wanted to die.â
It was hard to think of anything constructive to reply to that and so you hesitated to speak again. Polly lit another cigarette.
âDid they ship you off to the colonies?â she asked, evidently having deduced your lack of warmth for something it wasnât.
The full truth was so much more pathetic, you thought. You werenât good at these sorts of things; nobody in your life ever made you participate in heartfelt conversations. You didnât know what to say to her about that previous confession and so you just answered the question:
âThat was the plan. I probably would have died on the way there and almost dying seemed preferential at the time⌠Before they packed us up like slaves, they kept us in these big warehouses near the docks. All of us: convicted women, old, young, insane, some even children. Some just orphans and some real murderers. It was the most horrified I have ever been. You couldnât sleep, you couldnât breathe without someone trying to harm you one way or another. They fed us rotten food, wouldnât let us clean ourselves, the bed bugs made the guards shave our heads⌠and then the fever broke out. Some of us were moved to a makeshift infirmary, where they also moved me when I fell ill. But that fever became my salvation. I wasnât as well guarded there and one night when I regained consciousness I escaped.â
âWhat?â Polly gasped. âBut how⌠Why did they say you died in Australia?â
âA fevered girl manages to escape His Majestyâs chamber of torture in her flea-riddled nightgown and lives to tell the tale.â You smirked. âWouldnât that make an uncomfortable headline?â
Polly thought about it for a second, but then confirmed with a nod that she agreed with your point.
âAnd Solomons, then?â
âI stole from him,â you laughed. âDonât judge, I know the bakery is simply a front, but the bread they get is as good as any. And if you canât see straight and havenât eaten anything not covered in rat droppings for weeks⌠Your opinions on food ownership tend to get a little loser. Shame my reflexes had gotten so dull back then, because I would have gotten away with it, too. But I was delirious and truth be told probably looked dead already. So Alfie Solomons, the big bad wolf you think he is, took pity on me.â
It took a while for Polly to digest all that information and so you two just smoked in silence, up until her hand reached for yours somewhat unexpectedly. This time you didnât reject her.
âI am sorrier than you could ever imagine, becauseââ Polly stammered.
âI know you are. But there is no need for it. I truly am at peace.â
After that, you just stood there holding hands, and even though you couldnât know what Polly was thinking, you had a pretty good idea.
You were so different from Michael, that much was clear, and part of you wished you could express your feelings better than through an armour of perpetual cold or quips. Then again, from what you have heard today, Michael had led a very different life. Had you been allowed a normal home, with normal loving parents, perhaps you could have abandoned your snark and focused on rebuilding your relationship with Polly.
But, as things currently stood, it was too late to be something else than what life made you. A part of you would always remain on your guard, because no part of you would ever forget the hardships and the sacrifices you had to make from the ripe age of five. No child should ever see or endure what you had to.
âThereâs still the matter of Boston,â Polly changed the subject swiftly and you smiled to yourself, wondering what her angle would be this time.
You came to like that about her, in the past few hours you came to finally know her. She was unpredictable and that kept you on your toes. If only she knew how much it resembled your husbandâs own ways, perhaps she would stop with her side looks.
âWhat about Boston?â you asked.
âYour sister-in-law is Jack Nelsonâs favourite niece. Or so weâve heard.â
You shook your head and chuckled.
âYou donât like her, I take it. Gina Gray.â
âNot particularly, no.â
âIs it the snow habit or the scheming that bothers you more?â
âItâs the bad hairdo, mostly. I do like her choice in shoes, thoughâŚâ
You laughed at that in earnest and looked at Polly to see her smiling at you, albeit a little shyly. The smile, you thought, removed ten years of worry from her face.
âI have heard about the Nelsons,â you informed her. âI donât suppose Michael will look too kindly on what weâre about to do to them. But then again⌠They did kill Alfieâs uncle. They messed with his business. I donât see how it could be forgiven.â
âNo, I donât see how it could. But I can still hear them talking in there and nobody shot anyone yet.â
âSo we are in agreement.â You threw the rest of your cigarette away and looked at Polly once more.
âWe all make sacrifices, I suppose,â she agreed. âBut you, my darling, have made plenty. We will not ask you for more.â
You smiled at her again, though this time there was much less wariness to it. She spoke in riddles and kept her cards very close to her chest, but that also reminded you of Alfie. You were sure now you would like her very much indeed.
âAbsolutely not. Out of the fuckinâ question, fuckinâ ridiculous.â Alfie waved his hand dismissively and then looked at you as soon as you and Polly came back inside. âYouâre upsettinâ my wife, thanks very much, mate, all right, just look at her, Tommy, sheâs plenty upset!â
âAnd why would I be upset, Alfie?â you chirped.
âShe doesnât even know what sheâs sayinâ no more, poor thing.â He stood up abruptly, too abruptly for Arthurâs taste who immediately reached for his gun.
âNow, youâre alright there, sweetie, yeah, no need to get emotional,â Alfie gave him a look, âbut my wife does need her rest, all right, anâ I donât particularly need us all to tuck her into bed, it ainât that kind of thing.â
Confused, you let your husband take you upstairs to your bedroom, because to be fair you knew better than to interrupt his scheming in business. It let him break the habit of scheming in your personal lives.
âMight I know why Iâm being relegated to my bed without dinner like a toddler, Alfie?â
âYeah, I need to talk to you, come âere.â
As soon as the door closed behind you, you heard the telltale noises of a very agitated discussion happening downstairs.
âWhat did she tell ya then?â
âWho?â
âYour mother, hm?â
âIt was mostly me doing the talking.â
âShe told ya about Boston.â
âHow did youâŚ?â
âHm, I didnât, right, but now you just told me. So out with it.â
Honestly, you were sometimes so impressed with his skill of manipulation that you forgot to be annoyed at being the manipulated party.
âAlfie, if you donât want your wife to divorce you, I suggest you utilise those evil gifts of yours on our guests.â
âFair, but donât be mad, luv, all right, come âere,â he smiled and pulled you closer, âand tell your beast of a husband if he should go to war or not, âcause this time I donât think I can do it without you.â
âAlfie, you have done it without me. Many times.â
âPrecisely my point, all right, Iâm the one who knows how it feels to not have you to keep me sane, luv, so if you say we donât do it, then we donât, yeah?â
âYou⌠youâd abandon your vengeance? For me?â
âIn a heartbeat, luv, what kind of question is that even, you donât ask me that. âCourse I fuckinâ would.â
Remembering what Polly said about Gina, your mind was pretty much decided. You appreciated Alfieâs honesty, always have, but disrespect couldnât be easily forgiven.
âThen I say we do it.â
The sudden fire in your voice made Alfie grin.
âI say we kill them all, Alfie. You take Boston and Tommy can have Jack Nelsonâs head on a spike.â
âOn a spike, hm?â
âThatâs right.â
He gently took your face in his hands and looked at you with such affection that it only reassured you in your thinking.
âI love it when you talk business to me, luv,â he concluded.
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âAs The Crow Fliesâ (Alfie Solomons x fem!Reader) â PART 4 (FINALE)
SUMMARY â By all accounts Anna Gray died in Australia and had no business standing in Alfieâs living room, nor calling the man âdarlingâ for that matter. But there you were, identical to the picture they took when they shipped you off to the colonies.
AUTHORâS NOTE â I feel like, perhaps, that is enough said in that little Alfie corner of mine. I'm not sure if I will return with any more stories. Thank you so much for the support along the way! I love you all dearly. One more note, some dialogue here is directly stolen from the show, because it was just too good not to.
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You stayed observant through that bizarre meeting at Tommyâs equally bizarre mansion and gathered information as quietly and efficiently as you were taught to do. As you quickly learned, in Tommyâs new circles nobody suspected women of anything. This, you suspected, would surely be their downfall.
Jack Nelson was as infuriating as you had expected him to be. Not only did he insult your entire family by pretty much assuming you all still lived in caravans and told fortunes, he continued to be offensive even when he didnât speak. Which wasnât often. The man loved to hear the sound of his own voice and didnât try to hide it.
Your infamous sister-in-law, Gina Gray, didnât take too kindly to another woman present at the tableâbut seeing as she had felt so emboldened to restructure the Shelby organisation pretty much straight off the boat, you didnât pay her any mind. She earned herself no favours with her ill-placed boldness.
What did amuse you most was the perpetual scowl on Lady Dianaâs face, along with Oswald Mosleyâs poorly concealed surprise at your presence. For a split of a second you regretted you had agreed to the plan. Perhaps you should have stayed in Margate⌠As your husband would say, life was so much easier when you were dead.
But it was too late to dwell on it. Somehow, both sides of your family came to accept a consensus those weeks ago, when the Shelbys invaded your seaside sanctuary on a misguided rescue mission. If there ever was a moment to compare your life to âBeauty and the Beast,â that would probably have been it.
Now one foot in the Shelby camp, one with the Solomonses, you really had to try very hard not to laugh in Jack Nelsonâs face when he opened his mouth once more and the following came out:
âSo youâre the sister,â he pointed to Ada whose scowl in comparison to Lady Dianaâs was truly unmatched, âyouâre the aunt,â he looked at Polly, âand you⌠You are cousins with Thomas, which I suppose makes you the sister-in-law to my favourite niece. How queer.âÂ
âAstute observation,â you muttered.
Jack Nelson remained unaffected. It seemed he could only pay attention to the words he spoke, the rest was lost to him.
âSo it seems you and I are in the minority, Mr. Mosley. This,â Jack let out a humourless chuckle, âthis feels too much like a witch coven and too little like a business meeting. Meant no offence, ladies.â
âOh, Jack, youâre so blunt!â Gina rolled her eyes and gladly accepted her drink from Mosley.
âHow refreshing,â sighed Lady Diana, âa man who isnât careful with his words.â
Fish out of water, you didnât comment, but Polly then spoke for the both of you:
âYes, surely speaking your mind around gangsters should prove most beneficial.â She lit a cigarette in her usual dramatic way and handed you a match. You lit yours, too.
Jack looked at you both with an incredulous look, then let out a most uncomfortable chortle.
âI can see the family resemblance, you knowâŚâ He pointed towards you then turned to Gina. âDoesnât she look just like Michael with that stony stare? I wondered⌠I wondered, sister dear, if you werenât a fake, but now I see the Shelbys have not one lying bone in their bodies.â
How about the Solomonses?, you thought to yourself, but otherwise responded by leaning back in your seat and blowing out the cigarette smoke at the ceiling. Fortunately, the details of your marriage remained undisclosed for non-family members, because they werenât yet useful.
And you didnât consider the Americans your family.
Your indifference didnât earn you any allies, but at least it seemed that Jack Nelson was most content when monologuing, so you let it be. Better they thought you a moron instead of suspecting the plot.
âNow, see, this is what I was hoping to hear from Thomas Shelby himself, but I wonder⌠What does Shelby Company Limited actually do?â Jack asked then, looking like the cat that ate the canary.
Oh, he thinks himself so smart, you thought, still silent as a grave.
Ada glared at him instead, like one might at a roach, and you started to wonder how many in the present company were actually holding any weapons. Gina looked too doped to care, you reasoned, and Lady Diana would never get her hands dirty, this much you could already tell after having known her for about thirty minutes. Jack might be carrying a piece and Mosley too, but both looked entirely too placated and confident in the company of women.
Of course, having predicted your fiery nature, you remained under strict orders from Tommy not to murder anyone. Yet. Alfie judged him well, you thought. Tommy truly could read anyoneâs character like an open book.
But, as things stood, you were under no orders that concerned you plotting, and so you plotted in silence. Killing one of them would probably mean the other would attack immediately, but which would be easier to subdue should the occasion arise? You considered that precise conundrum when the door to the parlour opened once more and in it stood Tommy Shelby.
âApologies for the delay, gentlemen. Ladies.âÂ
Now Tommy, you reasoned, heâd probably be greatly opposed to you starting a shootout in his home, but then he wouldnât dare to kill you, not in front of Polly, and probably not while Alfie still drew breath. But by gods, you were growing tired of Jack Nelsonâs tongue.
As Tommy sat down, a cigarette between his lips and a glass of Irish whiskey in his hand, you looked him in the eye and let yourself smile just a little. As far as cousins went, Tommy wasnât so terrible.
âTommy,â Gina cajoled. âCare to finally clue us in?â
âIn what?â Tommy asked, his face a stony mask that revealed nothing, but somehow you already knew he despised the woman just as much as you all did.
Despite Jack Nelsonâs sincerest efforts in assumption, though, your family wasnât yet adept in mind reading and further explanations had to follow:
âNow, Mr. Shelby, Gina tells me this young lady there, your cousin, was presumed dead for the past decade or so,â said Mosley. âHow curious indeed. I wonder why she is then present at the meeting? Is she sympathetic to the cause?â
The thought of a shootout came back to you like lightning. This time you got slightly panicky. You had no idea where the fascistâs reasoning would lead and you didnât want to find out.Â
Tommy looked at him as he lit his cigarette, then back at you to give you the tiniest nod of approval. You almost laughed. Maybe you were wrong. Maybe his grandfatherâs gift truly allowed him to hear your thoughts.
âSo not only can you Shelbys reach the dead, you can also raise them. My, my, Mr. Shelby, that will soon prove to be a very useful skill,â Mosley commented and Diana gave him a brilliant smile.
These people, you concluded, were trained parrots and fucking idiots. With the exception, perhaps, to Gina, who all in all seemed to have been trained in nothing.
âThat remains to be seen.â Tommy took a long drag of his cigarette.
âSeeing as weâre all women and scarcely any men here,â Jack swiftly changed the subject, âI wonder where the husbands are? Are they not involved in family meetings?â
An ice-cold shiver went through you and Polly grasped your hand in hers to stop you from reacting. But you already felt panic settle in. Either this was idle talk or Jack Nelson wasnât as ill-informed as you had judged him.
âMineâs sadly dead now,â Ada answered sharply to Jack Nelsonâs provocation, âbut of course we speak often.â
If looks could kill, the one she sent Jack would burn him to a crisp. You smirked at the thought.
âWell, Iâm bored now,â Gina announced and Ada rolled her eyes at the bratty behaviour. âAre we waiting for anyone else? Or can we finally get to business?â
Funny she should speak of business, you thought, seeing as she had no say in any. You, on the other hand, remained most curious on the subject of vendetta. Polly turned to Tommy and gave the slightest of nods.
âPerhaps, Mr. Mosley, we can turn to what practical things Mr. Nelson can do to further our cause, while heâs in the country,â Tommy said.
âWouldnât you I rather whisper in the Presidentâs ear?â Jack Nelson smirked. âThat is kind of why Iâm here, right?â
Mosley seemed either pleased or exasperated at the suggestion, you couldnât quite tell. His eyes remained dark and lifeless.
âWe do, indeed, have things for you to pass on to the President,â he murmured, âbut not while we share the table with Jewish whores.â He turned to you and in an instant you knew the charade was over. âMr. Shelby, I truly expected better from you, but then again⌠Some blood runs thicker.â
There would be no swaying the room. Not when Mosley turned sharply to Jack and Gina and declared:
âThat woman is the widow of Alfie Solomons, the late⌠king of Camden Jews,â he scoffed. âShe is no aid in our cause, but a spy. One, I must say, very poorly concealed, Mr. Shelby.â
âIs that true?â Gina turned to you, eyes bright and wide from prolonged cocaine use. âYouâre his wife?!â
âThe widow,â Lady Diana corrected snidely, not without satisfaction. âHis motley crew of sewer rats is no threat to anyone anymore, I assure you.â
You tried your best to remain calm, but the thought of the knife you kept concealed in your skirts grew stronger. The fascist idiot didnât know your husband yet lived and while the information wouldnât exactly help you right then, you held onto it for dear life. Nothing would happen to you while Alfie drew breath, this much you knew.
âWell then,â Ada sighed, âIâd say the negotiations are over?â
âWell,â Lady Diana chuckled humorlessly, âIâd say it was a pleasure, but my parents raised me better.â
Polly stood up first and perhaps that would be the end of it, had Lady Diana kept her mouth shut and didnât whisper to her what she did:
âGypsy scum.â
The movement was swift and sharpâobviously well-practised. One moment the hairpin was holding up Pollyâs rich brown curls, the next it was firmly lodged in Lady Dianaâs nose, all the way to her brain; Lady Dianaâs face froze, twisted in pain and horror, and blood dripping through her eyes.Â
Then, chaos ensued. Everyone rose from their seats, but only Tommy remembered his drills and, unlike Mosley, he would never be as arrogant to have come unprepared.Â
âI will have no gorja speak like that of my kin,â he said calmly as he raised his revolver to Mosleyâs head. âSo when you meet the devil, say my greetings for me.â
Tommy shot him in cold blood and that, alongside a curse in his tongue of old, seemed enough to subdue even a man like Jack Nelson. Of course, to your great satisfaction, Gina swiftly joined her uncleâs bloodied corpse on the beautiful Persian rugâthe corpse with your knife stuck in his neck.
âNow then, Tommy, what are we to do with you, hm?â Alfie exclaimed as soon as Tommyâs men let him inside the parlour that was now undergoing impromptu redecorating efforts.Â
To their credit, Tommyâs maids scrubbed the blood off the furniture like it was their lives true calling, all the while you sat side by side with Polly and Ada, smoking cigarettes and pretending to be fine.
âHello, Alfie,â Tommy hummed his usual greeting and handed Alfie a drink the man obviously refused.
âNah, I donât touch that stuff, mate, but I should see to my wife, perhaps, she looks like she dearly needs some looking after, right, especially since you Shelbys remain savagely as per fuckinâ usual!â
Tommy smirked at that, then motioned Arthur inside as soon as he saw his brother in the hall.
âIs it done, Arthur?â
âWe burninâ them outside, Tom, like you said,â the elder Shelby grunted.
âAnd can I say, right, about fuckinâ time that fascist burns in hell!â Alfie roared and came closer to place an affectionate kiss on your cheek.
âYou alright then, sweetheart?â he asked and you nodded, reaching for his hand.
âSheâs fine,â Polly scoffed.
âRight, high time I take my bride back home then, Tommy, since your war efforts are quenched, I hope, yeah, anâ I now find myself avenged,â Alfie concluded, thoroughly ignoring Pollyâs implications. âDonât think on any debt collection, though, Tommy, I know ya well enough and one look at this mangled face should halt any such notions from you, all right?âÂ
You stood when Alfie offered you his arm and smiled at Polly affectionately, seeing as she still remained vigilant around the man. Perhaps that would be their way.
âHope to see you again, Cousin?â Ada grinned at you in a manner that greatly reminded you of Tommyâsomething feral in that smile still kept you on your toes.
âI hope so as well,â you said.
âPerhaps we should turn to Boston, dearest?â Alfieâs gruff voice brought you back to reality. âI hear my uncle remains a man of wisdom, even now heâs past sixty. But such is the way in my family, donât you worry. I ainât leavinâ you a simperinâ corpse anytime soonâŚâ
As you said your goodbyes to the Shelbys, despite Alfieâs annoyance and pointedly showing you his pocket watch, your heart felt fuller than ever before in your tortured existence. You entered your curious marriage an orphan and somehow along the way found you had a clan to call your own on two continents.
âLead the way, husband,â you chirped as Alfie led you to his car.
âAye, I should hope to finally lead you away from the viperâs nest, wife,â Alfie grumbled, though you could tell he was only mildly annoyed. âNow that ya saved England with your damnable cousins might I humbly persuade you not to leave my side for the foreseeable future?â
âWhy, Alfie, with talk like that people might think you grew fond of me.â
âPeople can well think what they fuckinâ like,â he scoffed and then kissed you the way he knew you liked to be kissedâlike the world stopped for a second around you two and nothing mattered, just as long as your gangster husband would not stop kissing you.
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