𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐂𝐀𝐑 ᵐⁱᶜʰᵉᵃˡ ᵍʳᵃʸ

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MICHEAL SAT OPPOSITE ROSALIE, watching as she carefully poured a glass of gin. "The Midland Hotel is Thomas' kindom, yes?" she asked, sitting down and crossing her legs. "It is indeed, where all the telephone exchange girls listen in on phonecalls." he licked his bottom lip.

Micheal sat up straight, placing his glass down.

Micheal found himself nervous around her, ever since her birthday, they'd met up numerous times. But he couldn't help but stare at her longingly, he couldn't help but admire her as she spoke.

He cleared his throat, standing and placing a record inside the gramophone.

"What are you doing?" she laughed, frowning at him.

"You said you wanted to dance with me, so let's dance." Micheal said, holding back his grin. "Micheal.." she tried to refuse but he held his hands out, practically pulling her to his feet.

"I didn't dance with you on your birthday, so let me dance with you now," he said, his head feeling slightly fuzzy. She looked down, shaking her head and slowly dancing along to the music with him.

Micheal placed his head beside her, holding her gently. "I've never felt like this before, Rosalie." he whispered. She listened carefully. "And it's wrecking my head," he laughed.

Rosalie knew that there was a good chance it was the alcohol talking. But she still listened.

They stayed there for a few moments before Micheal moved his head and looked down at her. His eyes darted between her eyes and her lips. Rosalie swallowed, her mouth going dry. Micheal leaned in and kissed her like he had the week before. Rosalie closed her eyes, placing a hand on the back of his neck.

Michael's hands hovered over her waist, walking backwards with her, his legs hitting the end of the bed, causing them to fall onto it.

Rosalie let out a laugh through the kiss.

-

Micheal looked down at Rosalie who lay, asleep peacefully. His heart pounded the same way it did earlier that night. He was confused because he'd never felt so strongly for anybody before. And he wondered what was so different about Rosalie that made his heart beat quicker.

He was also confused because Rosalie came from a family of titles. A family of high profile. He came from a back street razor gang that killed their way to the top. He didn't understand.

What was so special about him? She had hundreds of boys begging for a minute of her time and she chose him, she looked at him. Nobody else. Him.

-

James Williams sat in front of Audrey Changretta, sipping his glass of whiskey.

The Changretta's were close partners of the Williams family for years. Both of the Italian family's provided some of the best selling Liquor in America, alongside the Shelby Family.

"Angel is dead, Vincente is dead.." she said quietly, holding the warm cup of tea.

James sat straight in his seat. "Who?" was all he asked.

"The peaky blinders. Them peaky bastards killed my husband" she hissed, staring him straight in the eyes. He looked up slightly, anger bubbling through him.

"A vendetta has begun, James. And we won't stop until justice has been served."

"I understand," James nodded.

"And for the peace to continue with your own family, a deal needs to be made." Audrey stood, holding her purse. "Or we come for you too."

And with that she walked out, leaving him alone in the drawing room. He gripped the glass tightly, his knuckles going white. "I need someone to locate my daughter and bring her home. Now!" he demanded, storming through the house.

-

Micheal and Rosalie sat in the Garrison, playing a poker game with Isiah Jesus and John.

John placed his cards down. "I fold, my cards are shit," he admitted, crossing him arms. Isiah looked over at Rosalie. She looked at Micheal who had folded early in the game. He nodded at her and she threw in a poker chip.

Isiah hummed, grabbing a card from the centre pile and flipping it over. "Bluff, make him think you've got something good." he whispered.

She once again, raised it.

Isiah groaned in frustration. "No, i'm out, i've got hardly anything left." he said, throwing his cards down.

A loud laugh left her mouth as she turned her cards toward him. "Bastard," Isiah whispered, pinching the bridge of his nose.

The door flung open and a man placed two hands under Rosalie's arms, pulling her up. John pushed his chair away from the table and Micheal stood quickly. "Get off her," he shouted.

"Who they fuck are you," John asked.

They pulled Rosalie backwards and she fought against there grip. "Get off me"

"What are you doing, get off her." Micheal shouted again.

"We're taking you home, Lady Rosalie" He said.

"I demand you let go of me." she shouted. "I have feet and i can walk, stop trying to make a mockery out of me" She stared at him coldly. "Know your place," Rosalie hissed, looking at Micheal one last time and shoving past the man, going outside.