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Bill snorted at the boy. A child. A fuckin’ child? That was who Tommy Shelby sent to discuss business with him? Oh... this would be paid for. The rumble of his dog’s growl under the table could be felt, but Sikes’ hand moved to scratch the animal’s neck, soothing it for the time being.

“-Drop the fuckin’ mister,” he grunted “-I ain’t no fuckin’ high-end toff, with a two inch cock and a fat-arsed wife,” he took a gulp of gin and gestured for another “-and who th’fuck are you when yer at ‘ome then, oi? Fuckin’ paper boy... you’re just out of fuckin’ short pants,” he muttered, pinching the bridge of his nose. That all too familiar blinding pain between the eyes that usually led to violence on his part.

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“Good lad,” he grunted before another gulp of the ale. Sikes blinked a few times to clear the grogginess from his vision “-but y’missed something... see a few sailors, means more,” his eyes moved to the boy now “-ships ain’t small. Lots of bodies, lots of boys lookin’ fer a bit of tumble in the sheets. And wot we gotta make sure... issat they go t’one of OUR establishments... not someone else’s,” he smirked wryly “-go over there... give them lads the tip about Nancy and Fan’s place. They’ll tell their friends, and soon we’ll ‘ave a full house of drunk and twisted up lads, easy f’pickin’,”

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@blinderbyblood

Bill wasn’t the biggest fan of the Peaky Blinders. Oh sure, they were good proper bad-guys like he respected. But... gypsies always unnerved him. Something about spirits. Magic and voodoo and all that dark shit that made his spine tingle. He of course would never admit, or even show such an aversion.

They did however have a very good working relationship. Bill was the single most feared criminal in London, and almost in England. He commanded respect, and had a sizable amount of crooks and pick-pockets under his thumb. The Shelbys weren’t foolish enough to assume they could topple him.

Thomas had said he would be meeting with one of the family, to discuss some business about information exchange. Bill was at a corner table, his massive pit-bull at his feet, lazily sleeping. His cold dead eyes glancing about the room, as everyone else avoided his gaze.

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Sikes had heard footsteps in the dark. He was a lurker, and in spite of his bulk was fairly invisible when he wanted to be. Moving through the dusted streets, he maneuvered quickly and came out of an alley, cutting off the running steps, with a wide lopsided grin.

“-tell me. Wot’s a little thing like you doin’ runnin’ about at night then?”

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Biceps like an iron girder. Fit for doing of a murder. If I just so much as heard a bloke even whisper... MY NAME.

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@dxdger

Bill Sikes liked very few people. The brute of a man could count on one hand people he could even tolerate for more than two minutes without feeling a passionately blinding desire to smash their face into a brick wall.

Dodger was... usually... an exception.

The boy had a lot going for him. Keen mind, quick on his feet. Kept his mouth shut. And most importantly... he listened. Street-kids with big mouths were a tuppence a dozen. But one who was willing to keep both eyes and ears open were a kind apart. Bill wanted someone close. Someone he could teach the proper way. Not Fagin’s way. Cowardly. He wanted a successor in a lot of ways.

“Dodg’,” he grunted after a sloppy gulp of ale, his first in the morning “-tell me... what do y’make of them lot there,” he said, gesturing with his club to a few naive looking sailors, just off the dock.

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“I don’t need anyone t’do my stealin’ for me. You wanna sing… we offer two bob a night, and you can sing y’heart out,” he stepped aside, allowing her entrance to the now silent grungy pub. He himself returned to his corner by the fire, snatching up the billy-club in his hand and easing back into the worn old chair, watching her.

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Irene didn’t let anyone tell her what to do, especially not some stranger who attempted to intimidate her. Irene got herself a glass of red, deciding to sit herself down upon an empty seat. She could see him keeping an eye on her. She gave a small huff grabbing her drink making her way over to him. Irene didn’t even bother to ask if she could sit, instead she just placed herself down, drink on table. “Have you ever heard of a man called Professor Jim or James Moriarty?” Irene asked simply.

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One bleary eye glanced over to the woman. She had enough spitfire for an entire fucking blacksmith. And here she was, uninvited. Sitting beside Bill like he was some common navvy. His top lip curled away from a single dog-tooth as he eyed her “-if I ‘ad. Do you think I’d be fuckin’ dumb enough t’go talking about him in a public bar, to some... piece of skirt who flutters ‘er lashes?”

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“I don’t need anyone t’do my stealin’ for me. You wanna sing... we offer two bob a night, and you can sing y’heart out,” he stepped aside, allowing her entrance to the now silent grungy pub. He himself returned to his corner by the fire, snatching up the billy-club in his hand and easing back into the worn old chair, watching her.

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There was a snort as he eyed her. She was a dish, and no mistake. But she had a lot of lip. Business and pleasure didn’t mix. So which would she be? “-Let me... explain a lil’bit how business works in London-Town, my girl,” he said, and adjusted the flat-cap upon his head “-nobody even so much as picks a pocket... without my say so. You understand? Every thug, grunt, thief and crook in London, works, because I allow. Do you think I’d like someone.. flashy like you jus’waltz in and name her price?”

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When asked who he was, several people visibly winced. A few others drew in sharp breath. Bill’s bearded scruffed face gave a wide, mirthless smile “-I... am the man ‘ho says wot comes and goes ‘round ‘ere,” he explained, and gestured vaguely to the bar “-and you.. youse that lady thief, wot steals without gettin’ caught. So I’s been told,”

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The brute of a man took a long swig of ale as he sat comfortably in the darkened corner of the pub. Words of a dangerous woman had been wafting through London for days. And based on reactions, she had just entered. A grunt escaped him as he stood, and another hush fell over the crowd.

“Right. Who’er you?”