Georgina Shelby is the oldest Shelby sibling. She has always protected her family with everything she had. When the boys where away to war, she took over the business. But eventuaply she decided that she had to fight for her country aswell. So she w...
(Georgie's P.O.V.) I was hunched over my car. Working on something that needed to be repaired before I would take it somewhere with my brothers. Tommy was talking about a vacation with us siblings and considering I have the bigger car we where going with mine. But first I needed to change the oil and check the right brake. I'll be damned if I bring the car in for something as simple as an oil change and a brake fix. Suddenly I hear someone call my name behind me. I look up and turn my head to see one of my part time maids, Genevive, walk up to me. "Good morning, Gen" I greet her with a smile, "what can I do for you?". "There is a man named Solomons here to see you" she told me and pointed back to my house. "Did he specify what he needed me for?" I questioned her. "He told me he didn't owe me an explaination" she explained. I chuckled "of course he said that". But I told her that I would go see Alfie none the less. I grabbed a rag and wiped most of the oil and grease from my hand befored I decide to go meet Alfie, who probably was in my office. I walk into my office and spot Alfie. "What brings you around, Alfie?" I question him as I push him aside so I could go to the alchol cabinet. Alfie side steps before looking me up and down. "Fuck, Georgie" he exclaims, "you could wash your fucking hands once in a while". I look down to my hands that are still slightly covered in grease from my car. "I've been working. Working people occasionally get dirty, you know. Don't worry, I wiped off the most of the grease and oil" I told him unbothered with a shrugg of my shoulders. "With what? The same fucking rag you clean your toilet with?" He questioned me loudly. "Since when did you step down from rum maker to become an inspector for the health department?" I answered and turn to him. "Since you put your hand on my coat. Fuck, George" he huffs at me, "I paid a fortune for this coat". "Calm down. Its just a damn coat" I replied not really caring the coat was now dirty, "you know how much it will cost to get that stain out?" Alfie argued, "jesus christ" I mumbled slightly irritated that he was making such a big deal about it. "and who knows if they can even get this out". "You want a drink?" I question him trying to take his mind of his damn coat. "Because after all its not something like dirt" he continued rambling on about his stupid coat. "Alfie, you want a drink or not?". "Because dirt is easier to wash out-". "Alfie!". The Jew gangleader turned to face me as I lifted up the glass showing him that I offered a drink. "What are my options?" He asked now finally forgetting about his coat. "Yes or fucking no" I told him. Now done with his jokes. He laughed at me, finding it amusing as he approached me. "Has anyone ever told you your anger is disproportionate to your size?" He questioned me with a sly smirk, "no one has been stupid enough to say that to my face - until now that is" I told him through gritted teeth and shot him a daring glare before continuing
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"I could have you on your knees in a heartbeat" I continued, "you think about that image alot? Me on my knees in front of you" He questioned with a sly smirk. "Don't flatter yourself, Darling" I replied with the same sly smirk he wore. "Now drink, I have stuff to do and people to see" I tell him before waving him off. Alfie soon had just left when my brothers all showed up and we made our way to London to celebrate our holiday.
I walk with my brother into the bar. Loud and fast music plays, people dancing and doing cocaine as we walk through the bar. "What the fuck is that racket" Arthur exclaimed, "this is what they call music these days, brother" Tommy explained with a chuckle. I scan my eyes over the crowd and the band playing on stage. I spot a few eyes looking into my direction. I ignore them all and continue to walk further in search for a table to sit. But there were no free ones. So I approached one with the least amount of people, two to be exact. Wjo where exchanging some rather sexual pleasentries with one another. Tommy and John got the hint and basically threatened the couple to leave. "Oi!" Tommy yelled gaining their attention, "put it away". "Fuck off" John followed suit when they didn't make a move. The couple quickly leave. I take my seat and look around further. I don't feel comfortable at all with all these people staring at me. "Irish whiskey! Bottle!" Tommy yelled at a waiter, "and hurry up" Arthur threatened him. Then suddenly I recognize a few of them. "Fuck sake, Tom. You dragged us right to one of Sabini's clubs" I growl and glare at my brother, "that's right, George. But it's just the leftenants, no signs of the officers" he replied calmly, "you need to remember that good leftenants are as dangerous as the officers if provoked" I snap at him, but sit back in my chair. John hands me a glass that he had just poured for me. Suddenly someone approached our table. "Gentlemen and lady, there has been made a mistake, I'm afraid you've got to leave" it was probably one of the managers of the club, "we just bought a fucking bottle" John told him and motioned to the bottle. "Some of the men here regocnize you from the race track up north" the man continued, "yeah, we get that alot" Arthur replied and shot me a quick glance, "they say you, gentlemen, have no business coming South of the line without prior agreement". I made a quick note how he only specified gentlemen. "And what line may that be my friend?" Tommy questioned him, "they say this is provocation". "You tell him, we are on holiday, nothing more" I said stepping into the comversation, "you're breaking the rules" the man chuckled, "I don't think we are breaking any rules, after all, we came here without the knowledge of any given rule. So, tell me, Sir, how can one break a non-excistent rule?". The man fell silent as he glared at me. Before eventually speaking out. "You may fuck Alfie Solomons, Ms Shelby. But you are still a Peaky Blinder". I ignore my brothers who all cast an expression that only dissapointed and shocked brothers could hold. But before anything else could happen, someone threw a bottle at the table and breaking the table-lamp in the proces "peaky scum!". Something snaps in all four of us Shelby's and we stand up to fight nearby men of Sabinis. Arthur throws punches and uses bottles for his attack, John just punches multiple times after one another and both me and Tom use our peaked cap to slash against the people. Cutting the with the sewn in razor blades. Suddenly the loud bang of a sawed of shotgun blasts through the club. Immediatly stopping the fight. I see that the manager is holding the weapon and has it raised up to us "get out". I step past Tommy and with a stone cold expression walk up to him. "Yeah? You're going to use that?" I question him as I keep closing the distance. The man doesn't make a move to shoot me, and I can tell by his eyes he doesn't want to either. I arrive and press myself against the barrel of the gun. "Go on. Shoot" I challenge him, "but keep in mind that if you kill me, you'll be the one that started a war". I watch as his eyes move in an unsure manner. "That's what I thought" I turn around. "We came here, not to make enemies. No" I said shaking my head, "we came here to make friends! Those of you who are last, will soon be first. Those of you who are down trotting, will rise up" I told the people around us, "you know where to find us" I said before turning around to walk out the club. My brothers following close behind. Then came the awaited question. "So you're Alfie's whore now, are you?" Tommy questioned. I stop abrubtly in my path. My fist clenching tight. "We saw his car leave you house yesterday. Did you fuck him then?! Georgina!-". Before Tommy could even continue I had turned around and grabbed him by his jacket before slamming him against a nearby wall. John and Arthur don't even dare to step in. I hold Tommy in place as we stare each other down. "I suggest you keep your mouth shut if you know what is good for you, Thomas" I growl at him. "You're fucking someone who will betray us without a second thought" Tommy replied sharp, "than that makes two of us" I whispered coldly. "But alteast, I won't marry the betrayer".
