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 stood apart from everyone else in the parlour of the betting shop. A few steps distance was between me and the circle of the family, which made it feel like I was an outsider. Polly walks into the room and I cast my eyes to her "this had better be good to interrupt my holiday". Aunt Poll had taken a holiday to reconnect with her lost son Michael who me and Tommy told her about a month or so ago. "Where's the boy?" Arthur asked about his cousin, "in the back room" Polly replied simply while lighting a cigarette "I brought him, because afterwards we're going to the museum". "He wanted to come in and say hello-" John began, "shut up, John" Polly snapped at one of her nephews, "there is nothing of interest to Michael here in this room". Polly casted a quick look my way before looking at my brother who called the meeting. "Tommy, get on with this". My brother doesn't speak immediatly, he just turns to me with a disgustfull look in his eyes. I lift my head up and narrow my eyes back at him. Some of the family shift nervously on their feet while Tommy and I stare each other down. Our brothers advert their eyes, not wanting to come in between us two. Meanwhile Polly just glance between both me and Tommy confused. I've had enough of my brother and tell him to talk. "Speak your mind, Thomas. After all, you where the one who requested this meeting". He turned to face me and kept a stern look on his face. Like a scolding parent. Or a boss who was about to fire you. I find it hilarious he tried to be intimidating. "You want to pay us the professional courtesy and tell us where the hell you disappeared of today?" He asked demandly. He was right to question my whereabouts, but then again it was none of his concern to begin with. I let out a chuckle before answering him "I just had to pop down to the shop. You know, I was running a bit low on - mind your own fucking business Thomas" I growled at him. "I'm going to make it my business when my sister becomes the personal fucking whore of Alfie Solomons" he sneered back at me. "Georgie!" Polly talked loudly, clearly not enjoying the fact who I had chosen to spend my time fucking. But I ignored her, becauase I was going to tear Tommy a new one for calling me a whore. And so it began, the typical sister-brother fight that no one could mix themselves into it. None of the others could even speak out a single word when it started. "I swear to god, you call me a whore again, I'll cut your fucking hands off and shove them so far up your ass, your fingers will give us a little wave out of your throat" I threatened him with rage, "secondly, you don't get to decide who I can or can't fuck with. I can fuck the King if I want to and none of you can stop me". Tommy shook his head in disbelief "you've got the opposition's dick halfway down your throat, that you can't even fucking think straight, George!". I clicked my tongue against the roof of my mouth "more like all the way" I told him smuggly. Which really flicked the switch on his anger. His face turned red and steam basically blew out of his ears. But he remaimed silent as I continued. "And what the hell are you talking about opposition?! Weren't you the one who came to me, proposing to do business with Solomons". "Business. Not to fuck him, Georgina!". "Oh, dont act like you're the virgin Mary, Thomas. You fucked Grace as much as I fuck Alfie now. Atleast Im not the dumbfuck who married the opposition. Or do I need to remind you that I was nearly hanged because your fucking wife was an Agent of the crown! Fucking arrogant bastard" I curse him out and had the urge to strangle him but kept myself together. Tommy looked at me and paused a second before talking with a low, stone cold voice.
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I laughed and just walked up to him with a smile on my face. Stopping infront of him, I looked Tommy straight into his eyes before patting his chest and sarcastically telling him "then you better get used to it, little brother". I swiftly turned and grabbed my coat to get out of this meeting. "Alfie Solomons will turn on us in a second just because someone pays a bit more money than us". I stop and turn around and face him "You're really working this one, huh" I scoffed and shook my head. "Okay, fine, you get me some hard proof, something actionable, about him turning against us, that I can use. And I'll personally burry Solomons alive myself". Tommy doesn't reply to my statement. "Say you understand" I order him. Only I will deal with Alfie if he does turns to anothers side. My brother nods "I understand". I nod simply before turning around and walking out the room before anyone else could talk to me, only telling Michael to have fun at the museum when I passed him.
Meanwhile in London.
(Alfie's P.O.V) "Did you know that they was going to take the Eden club?" Darby Sabini asked me about the Blinders as he sat across from me. "I know about the Eden club. Yes" I tell him with a simple nod, "did you know they were going to do it before they did it? Because that's the one who's in charge isn't it, the one who knows" He told me, "I know what I know, you know. If you don't know then uh you dont fucking know do you" I answered. "Did you know they was going to take Wimbledon dogs, Haringkay the trotting tracks" Sabini named a few of the racing tracks that the Blinderd had their eyes on. "Talk. All right, I genuinely want to hear you" I told the Italian, "you've lost control, Alfie" Darby's right hand speaks up, "have I?". "Everybody knows" the rightman continued. But Darby interupted him "talk to me, Alfie. Talk to me". I kept silent for a second, but not long enough to apear weak or nervous. "Alright, I'll talk to you. I'll fucking tell you how it was, right. What happened was this, all the time you were talking about dirty fucking jews" I began, "All the fucking time. Dirty jews, dirty fucking jews. Dirty fucking kites. You talking about not getting into places-" I kept talking while Darby also loudly began talking over me "everybody makes jokes. I didn't know you had no sense of humour". "And I aint gonna fucking mention, right, the great big fuck off elephant in the room" I said coldly. Darby sighed "look, Alfie". But I cut him off. "How many of my bookies where at Epsom this last may? None. None. Not one!". "So for a few fucking jokes and Epsom. You invite a fucking tribe of savages into the city and just fucking unlock the fucking gates!" Darby screamed annoyed. "I'm sorry. But what are you saying, mate?" I questioned him, "Im saying, yeah, I'm sorry about the jew thing". "Oh now, Ollie, write that down. He said I'm sorry. And also write down that all our bookies can go back to Epsom" I told Ollie who sat to my left. "He didn't say" the right hand spoke again, "who's asking you?" I asked low turning my head to face him. "Hey. Write it down. It's alright. Alfie's an old friend" Darby told his right hand. "Now, admit it. The Peaky Blinders is out of control". I scratched my ear before answering "yeah, they're out of fucking control, mate, they come down the canal to spread like the fucking clap". "Right, so now they're everybody's problem. Alfie, you and me, we've been fighting si ce we was at school. All right, now also we've been friends. You know it goes backwards and forwards. How much better is it when we are friends?" Darby questioned me, "oh, its much better, mate" I asnwered back. Darby turns to Ollie "you write that down". "But we're doing here is we're writing down some kind of a deal thing, right?". Darby nods "yeah, a written deal". "Right, why don't we discuss the border between the Italians and the Jews going back to Ferrington road". Darby shakes his head in disbelief "no, no. Write down Camden road". We go back and forth saying the road names. "Just write down peace. Lets not fight between the jews and the italians" I speak up. Sabini nods before adding one more thing to the list "and add war against the gypsies. And especially their Queen Georgina Shelby".
