In which an infamous she-devil returns to Birmingham with even more nefarious plans.
Peaky Blinders Season 2.
Thomas Michael Shelby.
WARNING: Death, rape, prostitution, language, blood, sex, smoking.
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The Shelby Parlour, Birmingham, 1921:
T O M M Y was in a lot of shit. After finding out who blew up his pub, he met up, no, he was forced to meet up with a two members of the IRA, who had a mission for him.
A chosen one, they said, and Tommy couldn't help but hate the position he was put in. They had a task for him, and even if he could've said no, chances were he'd be a dead man then. Tommy loathed being a piece in somebody's game, he couldn't fathom the fact that these two IRA members were making a fool out of him, and yet he also couldn't help but relate to what Eleanor was once through. Perhaps, as he walked back to the betting shop of his home, he could make some cash out of it too.
But no, he figured, it was different to Eleanor's case. These IRA wouldn't pay him, they wanted him to be their puppet. Let alone, he had received a tip that an old friend was back in town, a friend Tommy was happy to get rid of in the past.
The Shelby continued to walk, clenching his jaw so tightly his teeth begun to hurt. Entering his home, he knew he couldn't tell anything to his family, nobody would understand what he was going through. But what he heard, made him forget his problems for a little while. "Now I wanna know is why are we changing things?" John's voice rang as the family meeting seemed to have started without him. Tommy paused for a mere second, feeling the wheels in his head crash and burn. "Polly, look what's happened already. We haven't even set foot in London yet, they've already blown up our pub."
"Who said anything about the Cockneys?" Arthur questioned his younger brother dully, sitting by the table and drinking the whiskey that was left unharmed from the explosion. Pius sat near Arthur, not really paying attention to their problems, but he did think about the expansion. It was rather strange why Tommy was so adamant to go to London. Perhaps, it was even a little suspicious.
"Who else?" Esme piped in as she sat a bit away from a family on some stairs, who despite was her own, never truly let her in the way she had seen before they let Elle in.
Polly crossed her arms over her chest with a mocking smile. "You know who did it, do you?"
John gaped at the aunt, wishing to defend his wife, who seemed to have no say in the Shelby family. "No, she doesn't know who did it," John mused and so then Tommy decided to show himself, everyone turning to face the male, who seemed fed up as soon as he stepped foot inside.
Tommy's eyes landed on Esme then, whose tongue was sharper than her husband's sometimes. "I'm told only family are allowed to speak."
Tommy dodged the dissatisfaction in John's wife's tone, not really caring for the female, who, in his eyes, was only fueling John to be away from his family, to be something Tommy didn't want John to be. It was a conflicting situation, certainly, but to Tommy, Esme wasn't someone to stab. Perhaps, she could, but she wouldn't be smart about it the way Elle would be. "Everybody's allowed to speak," Tommy answered calmly so Esme's interest peaked and she looked up from reading, meeting Tommy's cold and yet stressed eyes. "On your feet, Esme. Let's hear what you have to say."
