Stolen Heart [Tommy Shelby x OC]

Chapter 21

'We just got here. Why do you want to leave now?'

'It's better to deal with this sooner rather than later.'

They had arrived from Greece in the early hours of the day. And Lily wanted to leave for Arrow House just hours after they had settled in the small house arranged for her by Polly. She knew she won't be able to sleep until she knew all about Polly's arrangement. Getting it done with was a safe alternative. But it wasn't as if she had an alternative.

Someone must have informed Polly about her arrival because sometime later, a car had been sent for her with a note requesting, rather demanding Oliver's presence along with hers.

Alex looked at the car and its chauffeur then at the note in her hands.

'Aren't these people grand?'

'Looks like I am going anyway.'

Lily rummaged in her bags for an item of clothing which was not crumpled from the journey. Then stopped. She didn't need to look presentable for the Peaky Blinders. She might as well go in the bohemian clothes she wore nowadays. Putting on her patterned skirt and white shirt, she kept her hair open with a small clip at the crown. She didn't bother with make-up, knowing well her hand was no longer deft in that section.

Months in the Mediterranean sun had added a golden tint to her pale skin and her wavy hair now reached her waist. A nuisance, but she couldn't get around to cutting it. Besides her braid was like a plaything for Oliver.

'We'll leave now, Alex.' She said as she walked towards him.

'You don't want me to come?'

'No, she only called for me and Oliver. And it's better if you stay away from the Shelbys.'

She reached for her son from Alex but he transferred him to his other arm.

'What now?'

'You'll tell me everything that ensues there.'

'I will. Now let me go.'

After half an hour, the car came to a stop in front of a sprawling bungalow.

'My, my. How much do racecourses pay?' Lily muttered inaudibly as she took in Tommy's house.

'This way, ma'am.' The chauffeur said as he led her inside the manor.

As she walked inside the lavish manor house, she noticed the enormous portrait of Shelby family, man woman and child. Tommy looked the same, happier even. She was seeing Grace after 2 years and she looked exquisite even in paint. What made her catch her breath was the little boy. Blonde hair, blue eyes. Suffering at such a tender age.

It could have been your son.

She pushed away the ugly thoughts and focused on the task at hand. Like finding the woman who had called her here. She was walking to one of the many rooms when a familiar voice stopped her.

'There you are, Lily Peyton.'

'How could anyone ignore that warm invitation?' She replied tartly, adjusting Oliver back on her hip.

'I'll deal with you later. First let me hold the baby.'

Polly easily extricated Oliver from her arms and the boy looked at her with wide eyes.

'He has your eyes. The rest is Tommy.' Polly observed as she nuzzled his nose lightly.

'What is this about, Polly?'

'Let's talk over tea.' She said as she walked away with Oliver, gesturing for Lily to follow.

'I need whisky.' She mumbled behind.