Chelsea had been sat downstairs the next day when she heard her two Uncle's talking about their upcoming mission for that day.
Tommy had instructed his two brothers to track down Vincente Changretta who had moved to Liverpool and was now waiting for an immigrant ship to New York. They were told to pick him up and take him straight to Tommy.
Chelsea heard them speaking about Vincente Changretta's wife, who was a teacher at their school. Tommy had told them to shoot her.
"I'm coming." said Chelsea, bursting into the room where they were talking, "John-don't you dare argue, I'm coming. This man is the reason my mothers dead, I want to see him get shot, I want to see the regret on his face when he realised he never should've ordered the attack all because his son got cut."
"Chelsea, Tommy won't allow-" Arthur said.
"Oh, please." Chelsea scoffed, grabbing her coat, pulling the gun from her pocket and checking that it was loaded, "That might've been true two months ago but you and I both know he really doesn't give two fucking shits. So, give me one good reason why I can't come?"
Neither of them could say that it was dangerous, because it wasn't. Down in Liverpool they had the coppers on their side and it was only Mr and Mrs. Changretta travelling together. It was perfectly safe. But neither one of them wanted to bring Chelsea back into this life yet, she hadn't healed.
Chelsea nodded at the silence, "Exactly what I was thinking. Now, let's go and kill this motherfucker."
She slid her shoes into her black hells before walking out the door, slamming it behind her.
The three of them arrived in Liverpool with some other Peaky boys, John and Arthur instructed Chelsea to not do anything stupid, to leave it up to them but they would allow her to watch.
Chelsea nodded a long but she wasn't listening to a single thing that they said.
They were by the seaside, beneath the pier. They hid behind the pillars and Chelsea watched as the waves crashed against the rocks.
She remembered when her and Grace went away on their own, for a girls trip, they went down to Wales and sat on the beach, ate ice-cream, had food fights. She would give anything to be sitting on that beach with Grace at her side.
The sound of footsteps crushing down on pebbles brought Chelsea back to reality. She looked to her left and saw the couple walking towards them.
Chelsea studied them. They both wore the same boring neutral colours, with the same natural coloured hats. Their bags were filled to the brim of their belongings.
Chelsea looked opposite her and saw John nod, all of them retreated from their hiding spot and walked down towards them, every single one of them stepping in sync like a rehearsed routine.
At the sight of them, Mr and Mrs Changretta stopped walking and dropped their bags.
His wife jumped up and hugged her husband desperately, shaking her head in denial and fear.
"Thank you, officer." said John, talking to the officer that had escorted the couple to the Peaky Blinders, "That'll be all."
The officer nodded and turned back around, leaving the scene and heading back to his job.
"John Shelby." Mrs Changretta said, recognising her former student, "Is that the lad I used to teach? John Shelby, I smacked your arse."
Arthur stopped and turned his body toward the sea, too ashamed to face his teacher, "Let him go."
"Please." Mr Changretta spoke, "Please, let her go."
"Arthur?" the woman breathed, "How many times I looked the other way because of your sweet smile."
