A Shelby Caught Out With A Solomons pt.4
PART ONE PART TWO PART THREE PART FOUR
Imagine: Your secret relationship with the infamous London gangster was going extremely well. Well, as good as it could be considering you were a Shelby. But it all comes crashing down once your brothers discover you on your knees in front of him.
Pairing: Alfie Solomons x Shelby!Reader
Word Count: 3K
Warnings: Swearing (obvs)
A/N: It’s finally here! Hope you all enjoy xx
Alfie Solomons’ stomping footsteps and bellowing voice echoed throughout the murky streets of Small Heath in the early hours of the morning. This man was clearly on a mission, anyone who got in his way could see that, evident when he roughly pushed them out of his path regardless of who it was.
“Fuckin’ hell look at this place Ollie, can’t believe this is where my (Y/N) grew up, it’s a bloody miracle that she didn’t grow fuckin’ pig trotters” Alfie barked at Ollie, who hurried along behind him with a tremendous effort to keep up with his boss.
“Yeah, makes sense now about how she thought he streets of London was like a breath of fresh air” Ollie gasped between breaths, it almost resulted in a small smile slipping onto Alfie’s face, almost. But the man was far too riled up and enraged to even let the thought of his loved one crack his face of thunder.
“Right now you listen to my Ollie, yeah. If what we heard is true about where she is then I don’t give a fuck if they are her family, they will get what they bloody deserve, innit. I want you to go to the police station and do your bit, alright” Alfie ordered Ollie, barley sparing a second to glance at the younger boy.
“Are you sure Alfie, wouldn’t it be best if I’m in there with you?” Ollie interjected. But with that he received only a grunt of a “No” and a glare from the bearded man, signalling him to not question his method.
When the two of them finally got to the house number which they were told that the Shelby’s inhabited their marching stopped, Ollie proceeded to walk ahead after checking his surroundings, off to find you, whilst Alfie continuously banged his fist on the door until he heard someone answer.
“Christ I’m coming alright, stop fucking banging” A female voice shouted, however Alfie’s relentless knocking did not stop, only when the door was swung open to reveal an older woman with dark features did his fist halt in action.
“Who the fuck are you?” She questioned
“Shalom, shalom, you must be Polly, heard a lot about you I have, you’re quite the legend in my house” Alfie’s voice dramatically shouted in greeting to the Aunt you never shut up about.
“You still haven’t answered my question” Polly spat, a glare casting over her features as she assessed whether the man in front of her was a friend or a foe.
“Ah my apologies Mrs Shelby, Alfie Solomons” With a tip of his hat realisation dawned onto Polly’s face, that name was grunted in disgusted in the past few weeks between her family members knowing that he was the man you all but run away to.
“If you’ve hurt her…” Her threats fell onto deaf ears as Alfie lifted his hand to interject as Polly’s worries heightened when she looked around and didn’t see you.
“It’s not me who you should be worried about hurting her, I’d never hurt my family” Alfie revealed, at this Polly’s face softened slightly, “It’s your darling nephew that we should be worried about”
With that Polly ushered him into the warmth of the Shelby kitchen, knowing already that this was not going to be a conversation to have on the doorstep.
As soon as Alfie had sat down onto the wooden seat, Polly situated across from him her questions started again.
“What are you talking about?”
“Look, all that I know is that she got into Tommy’s men car a day ago to do some business for her brother and I haven’t heard from her since” His worry shown through the crease in his forehead and dark circles under his eyes, a clear indication to his lack of sleep.
Polly took a second to process this information, you could practically see the internal cogs turning in her head. Though before she could question anything else the two of them were interrupted by four men clambering through the door without much grace at all.
Their booming laughter came to an abrupt stop and they all diminished to silence, glaring at the intruder in their kitchen. Arthur, John, Michael and Finn all took a protective stance behind Polly, wearily watching Alfie as if he was about to pounce.
“What the fuck you doin’ here” Arthur mumbled, clear distaste across his features
“Well hello to you too, if this is how you treat family then no fuckin’ wonder why your sister jumped into my bed” Alfie chuckled, partly to himself, although mostly to get a rise out of your brothers, not being able to help himself, he’d always enjoy winding up a Shelby.
“Watch your fucking mouth about our sister” John was quick to threaten on your behalf, without much thought Arthur yanked his cap off, razors gleaming in the light ready to attack.
“Hold him still lads wile I cut off the Jews fucking tongue” The eldest Shelby spat, beginning to stalk towards then man who’d had his sister whoring around.
“Now would you just calm down, he’s here about (Y/N)” Polly scolded them all, especially knocking some sense into Arthur
“Why what’s wrong with her?” Finn worriedly spoke up, Alfie turned to look at him with a faint smile.
“Now my (Y/N) talks about you, young Finn quite a lot, she wants to take you to the fare that happens once a month on our lane” Alfie mused, taking a while to get to the point of his visit due to the lacking of Tommy’s presence.
“Shut up and tell us what you’ve done to our sister” John shouted
“Look mate, I haven’t done nothing to her for Christ sake, she’s going to be my fucking wife, innit” Alfie answered loudly, his patience deteriorating at an alarming rate.
“What?” Polly gasped, she had no idea you cared for the gangster this much. It was evident that others thought that too due to the shocked looks adorned on all their faces.
“So the fuckin’ question is where my wife is, alright. She is meant to be here with you making amends but Tommy has sent her off on some fuckin’ business trip for him and I haven’t heard a word from her since” Alfie explained, now just desperate for you to return to his arms.
A dumbfounded expression was now plastered over each of their faces, giving away that they truly had no clue where you were. Which changed Alfie’s plan, much to his dismay. He now couldn’t hurt any of them as they had nothing to do with your disappearance.
“Useless the fuckin’ lot of you!” Alfie shouted, pointing an accusing finger at Polly, “(Y/N) never shuts up about you, how ‘Aunt Pol is the greatest woman on the planet, so strong and caring’ Well, where’s all that care now huh? How could the lot of you just let her get thrown into fuckin’ prison?”
“Watch what you say” Michael quickly defended his mum, lying a hand on her shoulder. Polly’s face shrunk
“What do you mean prison?” Both Polly and Arthur simultaneously asked.
Alfie sighed, realising he gave up the only information he had over them, a sigh left his lips in defeat, another change in his plan.
“Look, all I know is that one of my men on the inside said there was a Solomons in a cell a couple rows down from him. And I was confused at first, right, I mean of course I was because I’ve got no fuckin’ family left, have I? But then it hit me, he meant (Y/N). And I know that woman, she ain’t stupid enough to get herself locked up, so now my only conclusion, the dazzling Thomas Shelby set the whole thing up”
“No no, Tommy wouldn’t do that to (Y/N)” Arthur blindly replied, his confidence in his brother’s actions being his only flaw. However, surprisingly it was Polly who spoke next and not Alfie.
“Wouldn’t he?”
“It’s clear that you lot don’t know anything so I’m not gonna hurt you alright, because you’re her family and she’s the only thing stopping me right now from not killing the bunch of you, but I’m worried, alright, she’s not been well and now being in a dark damp cell surrounded by dangerous people isn’t gonna do her any good” Alfie confessed, seeing the people in front of him now as allies and not enemies. No, the enemy had yet to enter the room.
“What do you mean she’s not been well?” A confused John piped up
“She said it was the stress, innit, been throwing up every bloody morning for the past month and refuses to eat anything but these bloody apples” Alfie smiled at the thought of your gleaming features whenever he revealed that he had brought you your apples.
“Apples?” Polly’s ears suddenly perked up, Alfie grunted a yes in response.
“When was the last time you two had sex?” Her rather bold question sent the rest of the Shelby’s in the room to moan in disgust at the thought, Alfie sent her a questioning gaze but continued to answer her,
“About two days ago” Polly rolled her eyes at this statement, mumbling something about horny men.
“Let me rephrase that then, has she started gaining a bit oh weight?
“She has been complain about it a lot, bloody moans my ear off she does. But I’ve only noticed for tits to be getting bigger” Alfie’s boasting of your assets wasted on the crinkled faces of you family members, but worry quickly took over him. “Why is there something wrong with her?” his heart beginning to beat faster at the thought
“All I know is that (Y/N)’s mother, my sister, craved apples all throughout each of her pregnancies” Polly enlightened the people in the room.
Now at this news a series of expressions littered the faces of your family. Polly seemed to be happy, knowing you’ve always wanted a family of your own. Both Arthur and John wore weary expressions, unsure of how they felt about Alfie filling their sister with his children. Finn seemed to be delighted that he was no longer going to be the youngest. Michael sent an accusing glance at Alfie wondering whether the man had planned this and had some ulterior plan with the family. And Alfie, Alfie didn’t know what the fuck to think.
The thought of you sitting all alone in a dark cell, swamped with men and women who had probably all suffered losses at either the hands of you brothers or by him, all looking for revenge. How not only you were in danger, but your child too. The child that he hoped would resemble you, how adorable it would be to have a mini (Y/N) running around your home. Then he felt anger, rage even that Thomas had put all this in jeopardy.
And at that exact moment, fortunately for Alfie but very much unfortunately for you brother, the famous Thomas Shelby strolled into the kitchen with his head down and a cigarette between with mouth. Before he could even react to the scene in front of him Alfie was off his seat, to his feet and held Thomas by the collar pinned up against the wall.
“Hey what the fuck are you doing here Alfie” Tommy spat, rather stunned at the unexpected visitor. Thomas was a smart man, everyone around him knew this, it was one of his well-known traits. He had thought about all the possibilities that could have gone wrong with his plan, that someone may be waiting for you on the inside, that Sabini may have had other plans for you. But it didn’t once cross his mind what Alfie Solomons would have thought, he presumed Alfie couldn’t care less about what happened to you. But evidently, he was deeply mistaken
“I’d like to know why the fuck my wife is in prison cell don’t I?” Alfie’s knuckles now turning white with anger, spit spraying from his mouth onto Tommy’s alert features
“Wife?” Tommy spluttered
“Is it true?” Finns heartbroken voice disrupted the anger in the room, quickly turning it into betrayal
“Look, it’s just a little business with the Italians...” Tommy began to explain, however promptly shut down by the noise from the others.
“Oh fucking hell” Polly despaired, John and Arthur shaking their heads in disappointment.
“Tommy she’s our little sister” Arthur almost whispered.
At this point Tommy’s heart almost broke, but he was quick to disguise his true emotion with anger, as usual. “She’s the one the one betrayed us alright, not me. And now she’s making up for her mistake by helping the family out. It either this or something worse” His voice cold and emotionless, trying to get his family back onto his side.
Alfie let out a loud booming laugh, “Betrayed you? (Y/N) wouldn’t even think of doing such a thing”
“He’s right” John reluctantly agreed with Alfie, all always now pinned to the middle brother’s reaction
“Well you all have changed you tune” Tommy yelled, those blue eyes piercing at everyone’s souls. He expected everyone to understand that you had to make sacrifices in this business, to do something uncomfortable for the benefit of the family in the long run.
“She’s pregnant Thomas” Polly’s cold tone broke down a wall in his brain. His sister was having a baby and now she was in the most dangerous place to be because of him.
“I didn’t know” He calmly revealed, a stark contrast to how his mind was now racing with scenarios to get you out.
“You and me both, if I had bloody known I’d never let her come visit a brother like you” Alfie ferociously, however his iron like grip on his collar slightly loosing at the pained look on Tommy’s face.
“Alfie I’ll get her out” The blue eyed man tried to barging with your furious lover, wanting to make a right for his wrong.
“Don’t bother mate, don’t trust the none of you now, I’m getting her and my baby far away from you and this fuckin shit hole”
With that final statement he realised your brother from the wall and stormed out of the house, heading directly to the prison, on his way rescue you like a knight in shining armour. The rest of the Shelby’s clambered out of the house after him, desperate now too to keep you safe, but all the whilst casting a cold shoulder on Tommy.
The normal 10 minute walk to the station transformed into what seemed like a marathon, all wishing they’d get to the finish line the first. However, as always when it came to you, Alfie was first in line. The clatter of his cane only pushing him further.
“Oi what are you doing in here” A shrill voice screeched as Alfie slammed open the front doors to the prison, greeted by a plump police officer flapping about. But the police officers shouts quietened when his eyes landed upon the Shelby family following closely behind.
“Oh Mr Shelby, I didn’t think you wanted your sister to be released for a couple more days” The man’s voice quickly turning timid, knowing all too well what a man like Thomas Shelby was capable of doing.
“Alfie, she’s in cell 143” Ollies voice echoed, emerging from the bricked hallway where you were trapped.
With that Alfie was off again, dashing down the narrow corridor to be reunited with the woman he loved.
Your POV
It was always cold in your dimly lit cell, even as you were curled up into a ball in the corner with Edith’s arms wrapped around your trembling figure, you just couldn’t stop shaking.
“It’s the nerves love” She’d often reply, all through the night scolding you that it wasn’t good for the baby, yet you just couldn’t help it.
Suddenly a commotion was heard from the entrance, both of your heads shot up at the new sounds of footsteps marching your way. When you got in yesterday you’d be straight on your feet eager to see what was happening. Yet now, even after a night you couldn’t muster any energy to even stand. So you went for the next best thing, wearily watching out for that smug guard to come point some fun at the Shelby locked up.
The footsteps stopped right outside you cell, and let me tell you one thing, that certainly wasn’t a guard. Standing there was your Alfie.
As your watering up eyes met his boring gaze of worry, relief washed over you like fresh water. You hardly noticed Ollie unlocking the cell, or the fact that the rest of your family was there too. All you could focus on was how the man that held your heart had lifted you hurriedly from the ground and encased you safely into his arms.
“(Y/N)” He let out a sigh of relief into your hair, tears now freely flowing from your eyes. “Hey c’mon now luv, you’re safe with me, you know you’re always safe with me, yeah?” His comfort helping you to calm down by gently caressing any part of your body he could touch.
Polly held out her hand at the surrounding brothers to stop them from taking you out of Alfie’s’ arms, knowing all too well that this was the best place for you and your baby to be right now. Arthur and John’s eyes both held amazement at witnessing of the clear love both you and Alfie shared with each other. Hell, even Tommy could feel his heart warming at the sight of Alfie’s usual rock solid demeanour cracking for you.
“Are you alright now? No one has hurt you or the baby yeah?” He desperately asked, now needing some comfort himself.
“I’m fine Alf, we’re fine. How, how did you know?” You replied looking deeply into your lovers eyes, curious as to know how he knew you were pregnant before you even told him.
“Gypsies” He joked, slightly cracking the tension in the room, causing you to divert your attention to the other figures who stood behind him.
“Pol” You cried out, stepping away from Alfie and wrapping your arms around your Aunt, next a hug from Arthur, then John, Finn awkwardly hugged your side, Michael gave a small nod in your direction, leaving Tommy.
“(Y/N),” He began, but you quickly shut down his apology
“Look Tommy, you did a really shitty thing, really shitty. And you’re bloody lucky me and my baby are alright otherwise I don’t think I’d be able to hold back Alfie’s wrath. But you didn’t know about the baby, and neither did I, so I can kind of understand why you did it I guess. But all that I know is that I want my baby to grow up with all of their uncles loving them” You finished, from the corner of your vision you could see Alfie shaking his head at your early forgiveness, but you knew you were doing the right thing for you family.
“Thank you (Y/N/N), and congratulations” Tommy smiled down at you, wasting no time in brining you into a rare hug between sister and brother.
“Plus” You continued, detaching yourself from Tommy and walking back to your natural position next to Alfie, his arms wrapping around you waist by instinct, “We’ve got a wedding to plan” You beamed at everyone around you, Alfie smiled back at you, both more than ready to take the next steps in your lives together.
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