It's the roaring twenties in Birmingham, the Peaky Blinders exist alongside God but they were much, much closer at hand than Him. Mercedes de Silva, thornless withered rose, petals filled with sorrow. Thomas Shelby, ruthlessly ambitious, conflicted...
AS THOMAS FLIPPED THE BRONZE COIN HE WAS HOLDING, he stared at the coin as it was in the air, and at that exact moment, he realized what side he was really hoping for even if it wasn't part of the choices. He was hoping for that certain raven-haired woman to stay. Thomas leaned his head back on the seat and inhaled his cigar deeply before taking a look at the outcome of his decision. He was stuck between those two women, the other one that made him feel special and the other one that gave him pleasure. Love is indeed a strange thing for it can make the strongest man fall to his knees.
Thomas considered burning the letter because it now served no purpose—however, after a few moments of deliberation, he decided to hide it inside his drawers before locking it. Thomas' steps were light as if he didn't want to wake the sleeping woman in his room, so he closed the door behind him and descended the stairs. When he opened the door, he was greeted by a deafening silence—Imogen had simply vanished.
