Before the war, there was a girl. Her customers knew her as Sapphire, her family knew her as Dotty. After falling pregnant with Thomas Shelby's baby, she runs. No one knows where and Tommy was left believing she had simply grown tired of small heath...
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"My names George by the way. So, where are we going?" He asks.
"We can go for a walk around the city, I'll show you where all the best places are to eat and watch movies"
"So all the best places to take a gorgeous girl out on a date?" He asked
"You could say that" vicky was blushing and flirting. She could hardly believe herself. Her! Vicky Harlow! A shelby! Flirting in broad daylight! It was incredible yet it made her feel sick with nerves
"We can go up to Charlie's yard. That's my uncle by the way, its where I spend alot of my time. You're welcome up there anytime. Good place to clear your head" they keep walking and walk past a clothes shop
"Whatever you do, don't shop there"
"Why not? Someone hiding dead bodies?" He joked
"Ha. See that was funny because you're right"
"What?" He gulped, his smile falling
"I'm just messing with you. Nah, the owner is a con. Worst material, high prices. The clothes fall apart within months so you have to buy more from her. It's abit of a treck, but you should get the train abut further, other side of Birmingham. A French man owns a shop, Louis' place. It's cheaper, good material and he gives discounts if you agree to boast about it and get him customers" they both laugh
"I'll remember that. Louis' place. Thanks for the tip. Anywhere else I should avoid whilst I'm here?" George asks. Vicky hums in thought
"Well, there is this pub. The Garrison"
"Ye, I've seen it. Just round the corner from where we met. So what's wrong with it?" He asks
"Erm...that's hard to explain. The customers can be...."
"Rough?"
"As a bears arse" vicky finishes making him chuckle
"Don't worry. I'm used to rough"
"Yes well...this is something different. There have been a number of shootings and stabbings there. Often fights but I dare you to find a pub without fights. Just, alot of deals go on there with my family that is. Sometimes the customers get in the middle of something. It's the first place our enemies look for us" she explains
"You worried about me?" He asks, smirking cockily
"So what if I am? There aren't many boys around here George, not good boys anyway. Your pretty face might be ruined with a bullet between the eyes" she says
"Aw. How romantic" George replies sarcastically
"And ill have you know, I am no good boy. I'm actually a bad boy"
"Oh really?" Vicky raises an eyebrow grinning
"Ye ye. I once came home half an hour after my curphew. Doesn't get much worse than that" he brags
"No it does not" vicky plays along before their eyes meet and they burst out laughing. Bouncer barks at vicky happily wagging his tale
"He can smell the horses" she laughs
"Horses?"
"Ye, we're here. Charlie's yard" she says flinging her arms out in presentation. He chuckles nervously looking at the horse from a distance. Vicky goes towards the horses, petting it as bouncer sits by her side and watches
"You coming any closer?" She asks but he just shakes his head
"Er...nah I'm good here. I prefer studying them from a safe distance"
"Oh my god. Are you scared?" Vicky chuckles
"Me? Scared? I'm a bad boy remember. Nothing can- oh Jesus it moved" he jumped when the horse looked at him making vicky laugh even more
"You hear that bouncer? George over there is being a big baby" she says stroking bouncer who wasn't scared of the horse. Bounce goes and runs inbetween the horses legs and back to vickys side
"OK that's just showing off" George says angrily. Vicky sighs, moving away from the horse and towards George
"Just touch it"
"That's what she said. I'm sorry I couldn't help myself" they both laugh as she gasps playfully
"Come on, it's fine honestly. See, my hand has not been bitten off. We'll do it together. Do you trust me?" She asks
"No I fucking don't. I've known you for what, an hour?" He laughs. Remember guys. This is wattpad. Not Disney
"Ugh, this is so frustrating. I don't care, I'm forcing you to touch the horse. He just wants some affection" vicky grabs his hand and walks over to the horse. He wanted to pull away, but he also didn't want to stop holding her hand
Once they got closer to the horse, vicky lifted their hand up, and stroked down its nose. George was gritting his teeth, ready to move away fast
"Just calm down. See, nothing to worry about" the moment their hands were no longer connected, George pulled away and stepped back
"You are such a baby" vicky laughed as he gave her the finger
"Charming" she mumbled still laughing as George joined in.
"Who's this then?" Vicky turned around and saw Charlie and curly
"Uncle Charlie! Omg, did you grow more hair?" She asks as he's almost going bald
"Don't try sweet talk me love. Who's the lad?" Charlie asks again
"I'm George. Pleasure to meet you. Nice place you've got" he says reaching his hand out to shake
"You hold your finger up at my niece and I'll snap that hand off. Do you understand?" He gulped
"Yes sir sorry sir"
"Better. Vic, what you doing bringing a boy here?" He asks
"He's new to the city and I wanted to show him around. This is our final stop before we go back. Hey curly, how are you?" Vicky asks hugging curly
"I...I'm g...good vicky. How...how are you vic...vicky" he stutters
"I'm good curly thank you" she kisses his cheek which always makes him laugh, which makes vicky smile
"Right. Well I'm keeping an eye on you two. Does tommy know about this?"
"Erm...not really. Oh please don't tell him uncle Charlie. I'm begging you. He'll only go off on one" vicky begs as Charlie sighs in defeat
"Yes alright then fine. I won't say anything. But this better not happen again. Come on curly, let's leave them to it" once curly and Charlie are gone, George asks again
"So you gonna tell me who Tommy is now?"
"He's my dad. And he's slightly over protective"
"Well, I better make this quick because I wouldn't want an overprotective father shooting me dead" he joked, holding vickys hand as he leant down and planted a kiss to her cheek. Vicky however, was too worried. She smiled at him forcibly, but inside, she was just imagining what would happen if Tommy found out. George said it as a joke, but vicky was sure that Tommy would actually shoot him dead.
