𝐃𝐨 𝐈 𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐊𝐧𝐨𝐰? , ᵐⁱᶜʰᵉᵃˡ ᵍʳᵃʸ

36. Politics

ALL THREE OF THEM WALEKD BESIDE EACH OTHER. "So, whats the strategy?" Micheal asked as they walked up the stairs. "You can smile. And you, dont smile" He said to both him and Arthur.

Tommy pushed the door open.

"Nice, very nice, Tom. Although i must say, i thought your office would be bigger than this" Arthur grunted. "It will be," Tom sighed, "Micheal you sit, Arthur you stand by the window"

Arthur walked, stopping beside the curtain. "So, who are we meeting?"

"The man we're about to meet, is the minister for the Duchy of Lancaster. He is also deputy to the Chancellor of the Exchequer and cabinet advisor to the Primnister of Great Britain. You've both bet bad men before, the man we're about to meet is the devil"

The phone rang, "yep, send him in" Tommy exhaled, placing the phone down. Arthur and Micheal's heads turned to the door, watching as a dark haired man walked in.

"I never seem to get to meet you without your family" He spoke, sitting beside Micheal.

"I understand you know a man called Jimmy McCavern."

"May i take a cigarette?" he asked Tommy. He nodded. "Who on earth is Jimmy McCavern?"

"Over the last 12 months, you've been making approaches to various men across the country who you think might be able to help you in your cause, McCavern is one of these men. He runs the East Glasgow shipyards. He killed an associate  of mine, i want to know what your strategy is"

"That ones your brother, yea?" he nodded toward Arthur. "Yes"

"And im his business advisor" Micheal said. "We would like to talk business."

"Micheal" he said. "Micheal Gray, you lost all your cousins money in America playing the fool" he tutted, "a night club in Detroit called Gladiator is your regular. You lost the money and found a wife there. And poor old Arthur Shelby standing there at the window is afraid his wife will never return"

Arthur gripped the wood of the chair.

"My spies tell me shes been seen with another man" he continued. "Arthur..Arthur" Tommy warned, watching as the wood broke underneath his hand. "His time will come" Tommy said in Romani.

"And bingo. Twenty seconds in, and i have them speaking their wog lingo. Mr Shelby i do have plans, i will have need of men like you. Except of course, there is no other man like you. You, in particular, i need. But please, dont imagine i would trouble myself with turf wars. You have many enemies. Shuffle the pack and pick another card" he stood, placing an envelope on the table. "That investigation of the dead journalist, the queer..i made that go away. Read it and er, come back to me. Next time bring only an open mind and a cigar to celebrate our union"

He threw the cigarette to the floor and turned, walking out. Tommy let out a breath, opening the envelope.

"What the fuck was that all about, Tom?" Micheal asked. "Fuck" Tommy whispered. Arthur shook his head, pushing the chair to the floor, breathing heavily.

"Arthur! Do not let them get inside your head. Thats exactly how these people work" Tommy shouted.

"Who the fuck are these people, hm? Who the fuck are they"