Love lust // Thomas Shelby

5~~Business

The regents canal, London - September 1925

The tap tap tap of heels could be heard on the soft concrete floors throughout his bakery echoing like a ghost in the night, Alfie Solomon's a man of many others nightmares, his notorious name seeped throughout London like the great fog, blinding peoples eyes to reality.
He had built his empire up from the very ground his bakery was constructed on, he took his business incredibly seriously, nothing came between him and his bread, except her of course...

She walked through the bakery without an acknowledgment to the pesky men that worked there, raven hair pinned up into a perfect updo not a single strand out of place her face partially covered by her dark emerald fedora, a matching long coat finished her coordinated outfit to the thread. The smell of rose and bergamot wafted around her as it entered the noses of the workers, enticing them like a siren did sailors, her very presence exuded darkness. She was on a business call and she never missed her calls...
Sauntering towards the very office many of the workers dared be within 6ft of, without knocking the door swung open, and just like that she disappeared, the men looking at eachother for a few moments but they feared their boss so much that their hands never stopped moving, a silent question swamped the air.

Alfie's eyes had been focused on the multiple sheets of paper that sat on his desk, fingers cluttered with gold while his glasses rested on his large nose, suddenly his office door swung open hitting the wall behind it with a great thud, reverberating through his office, within a flash the gangster had dropped everything he held, grabbed his handgun and aimed.
His gun of course loaded, ready to shoot he wondered who had the balls to enter his office, regardless of their reasoning he'd shoot them where they stood.
"Fuckin' hell... flower..." his eyes stared on in awe as they always did whenever his wife stood before him, she looked radiant as always, her arms across her bust, a smirk that was her signature fell on her lips.
Alfie shook his head as he slumped back into his chair, his chest was heaving, he knew she could probably hear the rapid beating of his heart across the room.
Sighing at his wife's dramatics he poured a glass of whiskey to calm his heart, even after all the years of marriage she still made him feel like a lovesick schoolboy.
"What're you doin' ere flower? You never come to the bakery"
the smell of whiskey filled his nostrils as the glass rested on his lip, ready to down the much needed drink. "Oi" the glass disappeared from his hand, suddenly in his wife's, she tilted her head back and just like that his glass was placed back into his hand. "I wanted that.." words barely above a whisper.
"Well too bad... So did I" she replied, Emlyn was aware of the affect she had on people, particularly males, especially her husband.
"Not that I don't admire the fact you have more balls than most lads who wouldn't dare do what you just did, but I'm still wondering what you're doing here flower?" Alfie leaned back in his chair as he stared at the beauty before him, god was she gorgeous, fuck that she was the definition of perfection, and she was all his, his flower.
"Hmmhmm.." pulling a cigarette out from her golden engraved tin that had been a first birthday present that Alfie had given her, well her fake birthday that is, the day she was reborn fell three months after her official birthday, though Alfie was clueless to that. "I've just come from my office, a particular visitor, who neglected to make an appointment, informed me of certain leader of a gang from Birmingham have now pissed off another certain leader of another gang considerably-" Alfie interrupted his wife who was still standing in the middle of his fucking office.
"Right stop talking in fuckin' riddles love yeah?" he received one of the coldest stares from his wife since he brought Cyril.
"Don't fucking interrupt me Alfie!" her brummy accent shone through slightly, her voice never raising but causing shivers to run down Alfie's spine slightly, one thing she hated was being interrupted, especially when she was already annoyed.
"Right, sorry flower, do continue talking in rhymes, I'll try ta keep up yeah?" Raising his hand as a gesture for her to continue.
"As I was saying, There's a particular gang leader who've raised concerns about another, he's become aware that a bunch of bookmakers are attempting to raise in the ranks of organised crime, and let's just say that's he's not exactly pleased..." Emlyn flicked her cigarette nub on the floor as Alfie's brows furrowed, he wanted to know who the fuck his wife was talking about.

Coughing slightly while he leant back, his left hand, adorned with gold, his fingers brushed through his light brown beard, after a few seconds of silence he spoke, voice gruff and full of intent.
"Who called this meeting flower?"
Smirking, she walked towards his desk, she placed both hands on the mahogany wood while she leaned down, her fedora covering her eyes slightly, a condescending chuckle left her mouth, venom spilling from her blood red lips drawing the words out.

"...Luca changretta..."

Warrickshire - September 1925

Silence was a deadly thing, it allows the mind to wander through the vastness of its memories, turning one's mood sour.

Tommy Shelby was always thinking, it meant that his brothers didn't have to, Arthur the brawn and John the pretty face of the organisation, Tommy worked behind the scenes ensuring his empire rose to the top as it was intended to do, however on this particular day he was blank, a shell of a man who was shaken by recent agents, his son was kidnapped, the Russian business, his altercation with Alfie Solomon's, not the mention the deathly silence from his past love, who he regretted to admit still held his heart in the palm of her hands.

He hadn't heard a single thing from Emlyn, it was like she had died again, he hated the fact that she was able to appear and like the most on a cold morning, she disappeared.
He wanted so desperately to know what it was she had planned, he wanted to see the woman she had become, but even with the files he had compiled on emlyn there was no information on her since her death, which irked him to no end.

He was brought out of his thoughts with Mary knocking on his office door, a startled look rested on her mature face "sorry to disturb you mr Shelby but there's a woman here to see you.."
Looking up at her he could sense a certain uneasiness within her.
"What woman Mary?" Tommy's voice was rough, as though it had not been used in a while Mary shifted on her feet.
"She didn't say sir, just that she needed to see you urgently, she's waiting in the drawing room"
"Thank you Mary" with that both tommy and his housekeeper left his office and proceeded towards the mysterious woman, though he had a slight inkling that it was Emlyn, he found his heart was racing faster than a horse as Epsom.

Upon entering the room he looked around, confusion flooding his mind as he realised there wasn't anyone there.
"Where has she gone.." Mary's voice almost silent as she too shared the same confusion as her boss.
Sighing he turned back around and headed back to his office, annoyed that he had so easily let himself run to his past love again.

His office door creaked as he pushed it open, stopping dead in his tracks, his cerulean blues widened slightly as he took in the sight before him.

"Ahhhh... Thomas, there you are" her melodic voice flew through the office entangling him with seduction. Her eyes dark showing her tainted soul, she raised her chin as she oozed dominance, and just like that tommy was back at the train station ready to leave to fight a rich man's war, but more importantly forced to leave his first love. However the woman sitting in his brown leather chair wasn't the woman he left all those years ago, he understood it now, she had truly died that night in the cut, the woman before him had been born that same night, rising like a phoenix from its ashes...

His voice could barely be heard as he breathed out.

"Emlyn..."