Not Just A 'Shelby'

Chapter 34

***I am letting you know as a reader that if you are triggered by the talking of nonconsensual sex, skip the areas marked. Yes obviously it adds to the storyline, but I would rather you look out for yourself as a person than suffer through a reading***   

"Get me some water and the whiskey. Rum won't cut it this time, Oliver." Alfie stood over his unofficially adopted daughter as she laid motionless on his dining room table. Cuts ran down from her face to her once perfect skin on her legs, thanks to wearing pants all of her life. She hadn't spoken about how she gotten any of the injuries mostly because she wasn't conscious to speak, but Alfie had already known.

A letter was left in her coat pocket along with her half of the former razored peaky cap.

Stay out of our races or this might be your daughter next.

-Sabini

He had burned the note as soon as he read it, not showing Ollie who had been the one to open the door when two men carried Dorthea in.

After she hadn't come home the night she visited her sister, Alfie sent men out to look for her. He sent one to check on the sister, not caring he was sending one through enemy lines. He sent a few to each club in Camden town, hoping he would find her drinking her sorrows away. He sent messages to his spies in the other territories in London to search Sabini's territory.

After a full day of no news, the clock had struck 2 am. Yelling came from the circle drive in front of the mansion. Ollie had been the one to open the door, he wished he hadn't.

The two men that were sent into Sabini's territory pulled the almost lifeless body of Dorthea Shelby.

"We found her in front of the church, separating the zones." The taller man spoke as the bulky one looked to where he could set the woman down.

"Bring her into the dining area, clear the table." Alfie instructed as he watched them lug her through the home, dripping specs of red from somewhere on her body. He could see her shallow breaths rise and fall. She had lost a lot of blood, but not enough to kill her, yet.

They had set her on the newly cleared table, earning a groan from the girl. They watched to see if she'd wake, but she did not.

Ordering Ollie around, he had sent the two men on their way, saying their was nothing they could do now and that the two would handle it.

Ollie frantically grabbed everything Alfie asked for and laid it on the table around Dorthea's body.

"I need you to soak a rag in water, clean her cuts. I'll use the alcohol to sanitize the cuts. Then we'll wrap her." As Ollie doused the rags, assessed all that they were dealing with. Most of the larger cuts were on her shoulders and arms. Smaller ones scattered her face. But there was one that stuck out to Alfie the most, that wasn't deep enough to bleed out, but definitely deep enough to scar.

A large S sat dead center in her back. Like a dog marking his territory, Sabini had branded the Peaky Princess.

Ollie came back, handing Alfie the rag with the whiskey. His dark ocean blue eyes made contact with the mark.

"I'll march into that Wop's side of town and kill him myself." Ollie spat through his teeth.

"Let's get her cleaned up first and then we'll figure something out."

"What was all the racket?" Beth questioned between the two. Alfie and Ollie turned at the sound of her voice, leaving a clear view of Dorthea.

"They found her?" Beth ran up to Dorthea.