𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐔𝐓 ° michael gray

CHAPTER TEN.

CHAPTER TEN:
CHEEKY FUCKER

          Scarlett, John and Arthur slept until at least one in the afternoon, they lay huddled together on the top of that boat until Arthur jumped awake at the sound of heels against stone. It was Ada, before he could wake Scarlett and John up, Ada and Tommy arrived at the cut and stood before him. "You idiots!" Ada looked as though she had been worrying all morning, a scarf wrapped around her shoulders. "We've been shitting ourselves!"

"Hm?" Scarlett grunted as she stood up and stretched slightly as everything seemed to ache. "Where the fuck are we?" John was awake by now and Scarlett looked around through her squinted eyes.

"You scared the shut out of us." Tommy basically growled as he helped Scarlett of the boat but didn't let her leave his side. "And you two?" He turned to his brothers. "Getting pissed on a boat? We thought Scarlett was dead!" Tommy sounded really angry but unfortunately for Scarlett, a whisper sounded like a shout.

"It was my idea." Scarlett chimed, it wasn't at all but after a good night, or parts of the night she could remember, she deserved to take the wrap for her friends.

"Was it fuck." Ada scoffed, holding the scarf closer to her body.

"She's right Scarlett, we know you tell well." Tommy sighed and gently held her wrist with his hand. "You were supposed to stay with Polly." He sighed as he pulled her to the side. Tommy bent over slightly as he put out his cigarette before standing up straight again. "You had us worried sick, you know?"

Scarlett didn't think as she wrapped her arms around Tommy's neck. Since the two were alone, he didn't complain and instead wrapped his arms around the small girl. "I'm sorry." Scarlett sighed as the two pulled away from each other. She watched as Tommy took off his blazer.

"I know you are," He placed the jacket around her shoulders. "We've got business at the Garrison and then we're off the Polly's."

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Scarlett stood outside of the Shelby's little room, in the corner of the Garrison. She and Finn just stood and talked with each other, she was rather fond of Finn, he was innocent and deserved better than the life he got stuck with. Naive some would call him, but the boy wasn't merely as stupid as Scarlett was when she was his age. That's one of the reasons why she liked him so much.

"I'm so bored." Scarlett groaned, throwing her head back to lean it on the wall. Finn scoffed and she looked at him, confused.

"Speak for yourself." Scarlett watched as Finn pulled out a cigarette, he was carefully out of tommy's eye line and nobody would snitch on a shelby or a swan. Finn shouted for the next person to go in to his brothers and began to smoke the cigarette until Scarlett smacked him on the arm. "Ow!"

"Let me have some!"

"Why should I?" Finn scoffed and Scarlett's eyes widened as she crossed her arms over her chest and furrowed her eyebrows. "Give me a reason."