DESCRIPTION: After recovering from your injury your husband greets you back at your home
WORD COUNT: 1238
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You stayed in hsopital for a month. Thankfully the bullet had dodged your vital organs. Though you did lose a lot of blood that day. You were kept under survallaince for a long time. Tommy had paid for the best doctors and jurses to look after you. Though he didnt stay by your side. He made sure you would be safe. Left you in the care of your sisters. Then he left.
You werent in the correct mind set to think about what he was doing. though you can only imagine it was involved with the fucker who decided to put a bullet into your stomach. You start feeling much better after a couple of weeks of bed rest. Due to the nature of your injury the doctors want to make sure your wound is fully healed before goig home. It could reopen again and cause a similar amount of blood loss. Especially as they have the knowledge of you looking after and needing to carry a young child.
So you were let back out into the world in early July. The summer sun fresh on your face as you get driven back home. Edward had come to pick you up. Sporting his nw car and new fiance Elizabeth. Because they had apparently gotten engaged when you were in hospital. He helps you into your house. Though you tell him to stop beng ridiculpus and that you are able to walk. You were shot in the stomach not the leg.
You nearly cry as you see your baby. Well, more toddler ypu guess. But he could be a fully grown adult and Charlie will still be your baby. Kissing the mound of hair on his head as you smother him with affection. Picking him up as you coninue to hug and kiss your son.
"Oh my baby boy I missed you so much. Did you miss mummy?" He nods. "How much?" He holds his hands out wide. As far as theyll go. "Oh my goodness!"nYou kiss him again. You look around. Turning to Edward. "where is Thomas?"
"Mr Shelby is out at the moment".
"Do you know when he'll be back?"
"Your guess is as good as mine". You give a nod.
"Right. Shall we go and do some playing Charles?" You look at your son. Bouncing him up and down slightly. Causing him to give out a giggle. "Im taking that as a yes". Yiy kiss him again. Going to put him down your child starts whining. "You want to stay on mum?" He nods. "Ok baby boy. Anything for you". Kissing his cheek a final time before heading to the play room.
You spend the entire day playing with Charlie. Rocking hi to sleep in the rocking chair. You yourself also falling asleep. Betty had placed a blanket kindly over both your bodies. Youd missed this. Youd missed your family. So the comfort of your child fills you with so much happiness that you dont mind falling asleep sat up. Knowing darn well it'll screw your neck in the morning. But you dont care.
You get woekn to the sound of someone softly speaking your name. A gentle hand touching your shoulder. You wake up. Through the dark you see the blueness of your husbands eyes. Giving him a smile. Tired eyes blinking at him. "Let me put Charlie in his crib eh? Then we can go to bed". You tiredly nod. Letting you husband gently lift your son from you. A shiver coming over you. You hadnt realised how warm he was until the quick shift of tempertaure hit you.
You watch as he lays his son down. He comes back over. Offering a hand. You take it. Letting him help you up. You go first. Heading to the bedroom. He shuts the door quietly behind him. Following you to your bedroom.
"Oh my goodness I cant wait to sleep in my bed again". He watches you.
"Can I see it?" You look at him. His eyes going to your stomach then your eyes. Giving a nod. You reach down. Pulling your dress up to show your stomach. A harsh scar present on your skin. He comes over. Eyes fixed on your stomach as you watch his eyes. "Im so fucking sorry Florence".
"Its not your fault".
"I shouldve been more careful".
"No one expects someone to pull a gun out at a chairty event". You drop your dress. Hands going to cup his cheeks. "I dont blame you. I blame the fucker who shot me. But I do not blame you. It is not your fault. Do you understand?" He watches your eyes. Giving a nod. Leaning forward as he kisses you.
"Im so glad youre ok love". He murmers. Kissing your lips again.
"Come on". You place a hand on his chest. Pushing him away slightly. "I need to sleep in my own bed". He nods. Letting you move away from himas you go over to where you keep your night clothes. Grabbing out a nightgown. Stripping off your day clothes and replacing them with the silk garment. He watches your every movement. Up until the moment you get yourself into your bed. sitting up and looking at him. Him still fully dressed.
You brign a hand out. Placing it onto the softness of the bed beside you. A silent plea. He undoes his suspenders. Keeping your eyes on each others as he strip soff down to his underwear. Coming over to his side of the bed. He gets in next to you. Hand going to your cheek as he kisses you.
You melt into him. Hands going to his cheeks as your lips softly mold to each others. He moves away. Eyes meeting yours as they dart between the two. His hand coming from your cheek. Thumb brushing over your lips.
"Tatianna isnt my mistress". You furrow your brow. Recalling the name. You give a half smile at his words.
"Youre wife has been in hospital from an attempted assasisnation of your own life and thats whats been bothering you? Telling me that a woman I met once is someone you dont have sex with?"
"I know Ive been unfaithful to you before". You shake your head. A hand coming up and covering his mouth.
"I just want a night with my husband. I dont want to hear about you having sex with other woman". He brinsg a hand up. Rough hand gently moving your delicate one from him. Rubbing his thumb onto the back of it.
"Ive been loyal to you. Only you. For a while now". You watch his face. Thinking he probably means just whilst you were in hospital he didnt meet a 'lady of the night'. Little did you know he'd only slept with you for the pastyear.
You breath in some air. Tilting your head as you look at him. "Can we sleep? Please?" HE gives a small nod. Lips planting to hyours a final time. Lying down shortly after. You assum your usaul sleeping spot. A foot or more away from him. Giving him space. Bringing a hand out and resting it onto his bare chest.
A hand comes up. Encapsulating your hand into his. Squeeing it as he brings his ither arm up to rest behind his head. You close your eyes. Feeling the comforting rythm of his heart beat thud udner your palm.
DESCRIPTION: You attend the charity ball with your husband. Things don't go quite as planned
WORD COUNT: 1694
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Today was the day. You place two earrings in. Betty doing up your dress behind you as you admire yourself in the mirror. Hand smoothing over the dress youd finished last night. Your husband had bought the material within 24 hours of him saying that hed buy you it. But you decided to leave it 3 days before the event to actually make the dress. Despite having the means to make it a month prior.
Betty comes up behind you. Bringing the gorgeous saphhire around your neck. The cold stone hitting your chest. You bring a hand up. Placing it so it falls neatly onto your chest. Finger gently touching the jewel. "Is that everyone Mrs Shelby?"
"Yes". You turn to face her. Smiling. "thank you Betty. Charlie is already in bed so you can reite for the night".
"Dont you need me to stay up and keep an eye on him?"
"Its ok. Thomas is anxious at the moment so has some of his men gaurding his room. Though he fails to tell me why". She nods.
"I will see you in the morning then ma'am". She smiles. Turning as she heads out. You turn back to the mirror. Eyeing yourself up one last time before heading out the bedroom. Going down the stairs. Thomas waits by the front door. Eyes meeting yours as you go over to him.
"You look stunning Mrs Shelby".
"You arent too bad yourself Tommy". You link your arm through his. Gently suqeezing his bicep as you both head to the car. Opening the door for you as you climb in the back. Him following behind you.
Once you get to the party you part ways. standard for a social event. You would mingle with various people. You spread good word about your husband. He would be seen as kind and generous as his wife speaks highly of him. Rarely talking to you during these occasions as you both fidn it best to deivide and conquer the affections of guests.
So when he comes over and gently touches your arm you are taken by surprise. A smile coming over your lips. Quickly fading as his eyes stay feirce. "everything ok?"
"did you invite Father John Hughes and Mr Patrick Jarvis?" You furrow your brow slightly.
"Why?"
"I just need to know if you invited them".
"the names sound familiar". You tilt your head. "Yes. I got recomended to ivnite them. Cant remember who by but they were strong contendors". He nods. Smiling at the guest you were also entertaining.
"Excuse me". He speaks. Kind words coing from his cold stare. Watching as he walks towards a room. The Father and Mr Jarvis following behind him. You take in a breath. Turning your attention back to the guest you were previously chatting with.
A few minutes pass. The guest you were entertaining leaves. Going to the next and having sweet smile on your face as you greet the next three. Four. Five guests. All business men who are of a similar class type to you.
"I love your necklace". You hear a voice compliment you half way through your disccusion. You excuse yourself wuickly. Turning to see a woman. Dark hair an equally as dark eyes. Lght jewlerry adorning her pretty features. You smile.
"Thank you".
"It looks just like the one back home". You detect a twang of an acent but are struggling to locate where its from. You give her a smile.
"Where would home be?"
"Russia". She holds a hand out for you to shake which you do. "Duchess Tatianna".
"Youre a Duchess?" She nods. Eyeing you up and down as she gives you a smile.
"What is your name?"
"Sorry where are my manners. Florence Shelby. Wife of Thomas Shelby". She smiles.
"Ive heard many things about you and your husband".
"good things I hope". She smiles. Both of you knowing that the word of your husbands criminal behaviour travels far. Apparently even accross countries.
"Where did you get the saphire from?"
"It was a gift from my husband".
"Very handsome gift for such an event no?"
"Thomas isnt exactly a man of subtlty". Thats when you see him. The man himself. You put a hand out towards him. Smiling. "Tommy". He comes over. His face stern as he meets yours. "this is Duchess Tatianna- Im sorry I didnt catch your last name".
"Oh no need for last names". She says. A smile on her lips as she eyes your husband. He clears his throat. You twitch your eyes slightly as you look at him. A smile on your lips.
"Arent you impressed to meet a real duchess?"
"Well I hear they charge a fee". She gives a scoff.
"Mr Shelby you are very direct". You look at him. Your smile faltering slightly. "But its true". You look back at her. Meeting her dark eyes. "I come to these things for the champaigne. And the chance to be treated like a Duchess again". She looks at Thomas. "You shouldve kissed my hand MR Shelby". He hesitates slightly.
"Forgive me". She looks back towards you as he takes her hand. Kissing the back of it.
"She was asking about my saphire"
"I thought I recongised it".
"She said it was from Russia. You know my husband has business in Russia, perhaps you know about it Tatianna?"
"Well tonoghts not a night for business ey?" You turn to face him.
"Is that why you disaoeared for 10 minutes?"
"I think people are ready for dinner now Florence".
"Do you two know each other?" You look back at the woman. "You see its was my job to put together a list of guests but my husband seems to already know everyone attending".
"I hear hes very well collected"
"And where does a Duchess hear that?"
"In certain circles".
"Ok thats enough. Ada". Thomas says. Spotting his sister who comes behind you. Catching yoru attentin. Your sister in law smiles at you.
"Flo theres a lady doer who wants to speak with you about coffee mornings. She mentioned a £2000 cash donation". You give a nod. Turning back to the woman.
"We can continue our conversation later Tatianna". You start walking. Hearing the Russian woman speak behind you.
"I would like that". Ada notcies your stern features.
"Everything ok?" She questions.
"Im great". She puts a hand up to stop you midwalk. "Ada. Can we just get the day done with? Please?"
"Talk to me. We're sisters now. Sisters talk to each other". You take in a breath.
"Im ok. I just got in my own head about things that dont matter". You give her a smile.
"Are you sure? You know you can talk to me about anything yeah?"
"EVen if its about how much of a shit your brother is?"
"Especially when its about that. I need someone to realise the same pain I have with them". She smiles. Gently rubbing the sides of your arms. "It'll get beter. I mean youve already made him open up to you more then anyone imagined over the past 2 years. Think about how much closer you'll both get in the years to come". You give a scoff. Nodding as you look down. Taking in a breath. Bringing your head back upwards as you smile at your inlaw.
"Where is this lady that you said about coffee mornings and the donaion?" She turns her head. Trying to locate the woman.
"Im unsure. How about I go find her and bring her here?" You give a nod. Smiling at her as she walks off.
"florence". You hear his voice. Turning you see Tommy come over to you. Gently holding each of your arms. "Let me explain please". You move out of his touch.
"I dont want an explanation. Id just rather you didnt show off your mistresses at the same party I'm attending".
"she's not-" He gets cut off by a man in red. Someone toasting for the king. You half listen. Tommy trying to get your attention. "Florence please listen to me". He speaks lowly. You turn to him. His hands come up. Holding your upper arms again. "I wil explain later. Properly. BUt can you gake the saphire off?"
"why? Ypu think your Russian girl wants it?"
"Please". His hands come up to cup your face. "Please Flo. Trust me. You have to take it off". You look into his eyes. Them scanning your face franticly. Hes scared. An emotion youve only seen once. When Charlie had a flu when he was a baby. You nearly lost him. You give a nod.
"Ok Tommy". He kisses you. Quickly before moving away.
"Thank you".
"Let me go upstairs too-"
"For Angle!" You hear someone yell out. You turn. A man moves his hand from behind a cloth on his arm. A gun. Going to point straight at Thomas.
You dont have time to react. It all happens so fast. Thomas wraps his arms around you. Mvoing you quickly. Arthur tackles the man. Hearing the gun go off. At first you dont think anyones hit. That they managed to get the attacker before he hurt anyone. Then you feel the pain. Through your stomach. You look down. The light fabric of your dress stained red. You grip onto the arm that Tommy has wrapped round you. Looking at him as he lowers you to the floor.
"fuck. Fuck". He mutters. Looking around. The party guests have fled. Leaving only the Shelbys in the room. He tries to get anyones attention. "Call an abulance!" He yells.
"Tommy". You whisper. He looks at you. Hand coming up and stroking your face. A tear you didnt realise had fallen down your cheek.
"Youre going to be ok Flo. We'll get you sorted out love".
"I love you Thomas Shelby". His eyes flicker with tears. Though hed never let them fall. Not here. "Ive loved you for a long time". He eans down. Planting his lips to yours. You grip onto him. Kissing him like hes your lifeline. He moves away. Cradling you. Comotion happening around you. But all you can focus on is Thomas.
A/N - A very short chapter but I need context for chapter 27 and this made most sense to put as a separate part rather then chuck it in with the chaos that will be the next chapter
WORD COUNT: 771
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Your husband was throwing a charity ball and he'd given you the job of inviting guests. Normally 20% of the people you ask come so you asked everyone. Given that you ask big names of companies and other gang members who may be difficult to pin down. That was different today. Nearly 80% of guests confirmed their attandence. Youd had tp change the catering system coming on for five times by now.
It was late at night. Betty had put Charlie to bed. You were looking over the varuoys confirmed invites. It was late. Around 11pm. You run ahand through your hair. Although you hear the front door open and close you dont provess that your husband had gotten home from his long day of work.
Instead you stay sitting. eyes fixed on the papers before you. A knock at the door before it opens. Not giving you time to ask who it was. You bring your head up. Meeting the familiar ble of your husbands. Giving him a tired smile.
"You arent in bed?" You shake ypur head.
"I wanted to confirm the number of guests for our chairty party before going to sleep. I can give an exact number to the chiefs tomorrow morning then and they can prepare accordingly". You start moving papers around. "And if more people confirm that they are coming then theyre just going to have to put up with no food". He gives a small scoff. Your eyes go back to the papers. Only for a second before he starts talking again.
"Close your eyes". Looking back up at him. Shutting your eyes seconds later. You hear his soft footsteps move. Hearing something touch the table in front of you. "Open". You do. He now stood before the desk. Your eyes glancing down to what hed placed before you. Saphire.
"Holy fuck". You say through a laugh. Disbelief running through you. "Is that real saphire?" He just gives a small nod. You bring a hand up. Not darng to touch the blue beauty.
"I was thinking you could wear it to the event". You shake your head.
"Oh Icant". You look up at him. "Only fancy woman wear saphires to parties".
"I thin ypuve come far enough along that you are considered a high enough stature to wear saphires like this". You look back up at him.
"Where did you get this from?"
"THat doesnt matter". Your eyes go back to it. "Will you mke the dress youll be wearing too?"
"I think you already know the answer to that". He smiles.
"Do I need to get you more material?" You shake your head. Eyes going back to his as you smile.
"I found an old curtain in the attic a few days ago".
"No".
"Excuse me?"
"My wife will not wear some old curtain. I will buy you material that you can transform into a dress".
"Youve already got me a gorgeous necklace. You dont need to-" He leans down. Hands splayed on the table. Eyes firm though you can see a light playfullnes taunting his lips.
"Ive told you. You are my wife. My duty as your husband is to buy you things". You lean towards him. Eyes equally as firm though your smile doesnt falter.
"And what is my duty then?" He smiles. Meeting your devious grin with his own.
"Be a devoted wife to me". You smile. Leaning forward and gently kissing his lips. Smiling as he kisses you back.
"I guess I can do that". You kiss him again.
"Good. Now come to bed. Its late and we both have busy days tomorrow".
"But Ive only got a few letters left to loom through".
"florence".
"thomas". You meet his equally as demanidng tone.
"Youre insufriable Mrs Shelby".
"You love me really". He kisses you again.
"Get your ass to the bedroom. Or I'll have to take matters into my own hands"
"are you threatening or flirting with me?"
"You really willing to try and find out?"
"You dont frighten me Tommy".
"I should sweeheart". You both remain frozen. Neither one dring to back down. Youd grown more bold since marrying him. Daring to go against his wishes. This was a stand off. Like two dogs. Waiting to see which one woud assert dominance.
You take in a breath. "Fine". You defeatdely say. Turning your head to the piles of paper. Making a couple of neat piles before standing up. He tries not to show his winnig smile. Though you do see a small tilt tug at his lips. His eyes glinting happily as he follows you to the bedroom.
This is fiction. Please always talk to your partner before doing anything and make sure they are ok with what you are doing beforehand
This story does not follow the timeline of the show
Not been proof read
Valentines day was coming up. A little over a week away. Though you and your husband never celebrated together you always wanted to feel nice for the occassion. Youd gone out to buy new material for a dress. Eventually settling on a nice red material. Valentines colours. Paying and thanking the merchant before starting to walk back home.
Charlie was with Rose today. You found it easiest to do the shopping without him so wuld wait for him to take his afternoon nap before heading out. Telling Rose you would be quick but just be aware if he woke up.
Youd taken a car today. Though you didnt drive it. The Shelby family driver did. You knew how to drive a car. Your husband made sure you knew that. Hoever he didnt allow you to do so. Oly taught you in case of an emergency.
You walk the street. Going to find the motorcar. You open the back door. Getting inside and pulling it shutwith a loud bang. Looking at the driver as you sort your dress out. "ready whenever you are Adam". He stays silent. Hands cluching the wheel. His lips pushed together to form a thin line. "Adam? Everything ok?"
"Im so sorry Mrs Shelby". You knit your brow together. Thats when you see them. Two men with scarves covering their start coming towards the car. One reaching into his jacket pocket.
"Adam please drive". They open the door that your entered through. "Please! Please! No!" You bring a foot back. Managing to get one of them in the face. The other grabs your legs. Pulling you out the car onto the hard and muddy floor. You try and crawl back into the vehicle. Hearing the afmiliar sound of a gun cocking. You freeze. A pistol being held towards you.
"Lets go and have a chat".
He bends down. Lifting you up by the arm. "Thank you for you service Adam". The man doesnt hesitate as he points the gun at the unsuspecting mans head. Pulling the trigger. You jump. Tears forming as you watch your driver slump onto the steering wheel. You try and pull away from the mans grasp. Feeling him place the pistol onto your stomach.
The other guy. The one youd kicked stands up. "I think she broke my fucking nose". He mutters.
"We need to get out of here". He starts walking in a semi rushed pace. The guy following. You stay complicit. Not going to fight the man with a gun. Your bold but you arent an idiot. Instead you let him take you to a warehouse of sorts. A chair in the middle. The guy pushes you forward. "sit".
"You dont have to do this. I promise I wont tell a soul. Please... Please just let me go".
"Sit". He raises the gun towards your head this time. You swallow. Sitting into the chair. "tie her up". He speaks to the other man. Watching as the shorter guy grabs some rope. Going over and tying your limbs to the different parts of the chair. One around each wrist and ankle. Then one around your wiast.
You can feel tears forming in your eyes. Willing them to stay put. "Are you going to kill me?"
"No". He sighs. Coming over to you. Resting the end of the gun onto your knee. "I dont want to hurt you Florence. You understand that right? You seem like a really nice girl and Im sorry that Ive dragged you into this".
"Then why am I here?"
"To make a point"
"Who to?" He presses the gun into your knee further. Feeling it leaving a bruise. You grit your teeth. Wincing at the pain.
"I can taste blood. Fck am I dying?"
"No you idiot. You have a broken nose and its probably going into your mouth".
"Can I take this stupid mask off?"
"No". He turns from you. Going over to the shorter man. "If everything goes as planned then we get our money and we leave this town. She wont ever know who we are and we can live a new life".
"Youll have to leave more then just the town". He turns to face you.
"What did you say?"
"When my husband finds out im missing he'll hunt you down. Even if I leave unharmed. He'll find you and he'll butcher you. Like the fucking pigs you are". He comes over. Hitting your cheek with the end of the gun. Sharp pain going throuh your entire face. Feeling blood start to trickle down from your cheekbone. Tears spike back into your eyes. His hand comesout. Grabbing your jaw. Forcing you to look at him.
"You talk to much. Youll find that that mouth of yours will oly cause you more harm then good. Now be a good girl and shut the fuck up. Or I will have the personal pleasure of ripping your tongue out. Do you understand?" You nod. Eyes on his. He drops your face. Gently patting the cheek thats not injured. He goes over to a table. Picking up a pair of scissors. He walks over to you.
"No. No please". You speak. Eyes on the item as you try and get away. His hand going to your hair. Gripping it. Cutting a chunk out. You feel a tear fall down your cheek. His hand full of your hair.
"Next time it'll be your finger". He speaks matter of factly. "Brother. Stay here and watch her. If she gets to chatty then shut her up. I need to go and arrainge something".
-
Rose waits by the front door. Holding Charlie close to her. Pacing her weight between her feet. Gong down the steps as she sees Tommys car pull into the drive. He gets out. Seeing the obvious panic in her eyes.
"Mrs Shelby!" He comes over. Placing a hand either side of her arms.
"Whats the matter Rose?"
"they found Adam. Hes been killed". She shakes her head. Wiping away a tear that falls down her cheek. "they cant..."
"Where is Florence?" She shakes her head. "Rose. Tell me where my wife is?"
"I dont know". She holds an enevlope towards him. He takes it from her. Opening it. Inside a chunk of hair. Plus the bracelet he had given you a month ago.
"Fuck. When did this arrive?"
"About an hour ago. I tried to ring you but they said youd already left work".
"Was there a note or anything with it?" She shakes her head.
"Your other in law gave it to me. This is all she gave me".
"Ok. Ok keep Charlie with you. Do not let him out of your sight" She nods. He goes past her. Going straight to the home phone. Calling his brothers and sister. He needs to find you. Soon.
-
You were unsure of how long youd been here. You didnt think it had been a day. The sun had set but the small cracks in the warehouse were still dark. It must be around midnight. Youve been here for about 8 hours. Where was Tommy? Had they killed him? Was your son ok? Your sisters?
No. You couldnt think about it. Didnt let yourself think about it. Instead you focus on counting. Counting to a thousand. Then counting backwards. Distracting your brain from the overwhelming fear you had.
The younger of the two brothers was set watching you. Gun in hand. Though hed been ordered to not use it unless needed too. He was watching you. Like an obediant dog. the older of the two walks in. Going straight towards you. You tense up. Trying to move away. Shaking your head slightly.
"Open". He demands. You look up at him. Refusing. He gives out a sigh. Slapping you. "Open your fucking mouth". Tears prick at your eyes. Opening your mouth. Letting him tie a tie around your mouth. Before grabbing a bag. Shoving it over your head.
"You can take the mask off now brother. We have a guest and it'll be easier if we can talk without them". You hear movement. A door shutting. Theyd left you. You listne. A male voice. the kidnapper. Then a female voice. It was muffled but you think you got each word they said.
"Let me see her". The female voice.
"Give me my money".
"You promised me she wuldnt get hurt".
"And you prmised me a stack of cash. Looks like we're both disapointed". You hear a noise. A slap.
"Do not talk to me like that". She mutters. "Now let me see her". You hear a door open. You let out a muffled cry. Nothing. Silence. The door shuts again. They keep chatting but it sounds as though they walk off. Their voices becoming distant.
You lose track of time. They never take the mask off. Instead leaving it on. Finding it easier for them both to talk to each other. And they didnt overly care abot your own comfort. So you stayed tied up. Gagged and blindfolded. Scared and alone.
You start to hear the churping of birds outside. Must be dawn. about 7 in the morning. Youd not slept. You couldnt. Your body was filled with so much adrenaline that even when you tried to shut your eyes your boyd didnt allow it. You focus on counting agan.
898. 899. 900. 901. 902. 903.
Was that a car you heard? You silence yur thoughts. Listening. Nothing. No noise. The quiet snoring noise of one of the brothers nearby. You take in a breath.
904. 905. 906. 907.
BANG
You jump. Eyes frantic inside the black hood. The snoring stops. Scuffling happens. Hushed voices of demands passes between the two brothers.
"If you come on here!" The older one yells. "Then I'll shoot her!" Silence. You try screaming otut. Muffled by the gag. A few secnds later you feel the end of a gun hit your shoulder.
"BE quiet. Please". The younger brother begs. "Then we can all walk away from this".
You listen. An unnerving silence falling accross the room. Then you hear a voice speak behind you.
"Drop your wepaons". The sounds of a gun clicking. You feel the gun move from your shoulder. Movement behind you as he shuffles. Jumping as you hear a gunshot. Something spattering onto your hand and arm. Hot liquid. You hear the older kdnapper yell out. Quickly stopped by something as his anger turns to gargled words.
You feel someone remove the hood from your head. John. He removes the gag and undoes the ties. "thank you". Your voice was rasp. Cheeks tear stained. The wound on your cheek was crusted with dry blood. Falling down your face and neck. John talks to you.
"Tommy is at home ok? Im going to drive you back there whilst Arhur deals with things here". You go to look behind the younger Shelby brother. "Dont look Florence. Its best if you dont look". He helps you up. You see Arhtur starting to move a body. You focus on walking. Not the fact that you have someone elses blood covering your clothes. That there were two corpses that your nlaws were now dealing with.
John puts you in the front of the car. Driving you back home. You dont talk. Just staying silent. He doesnt expect a conversation. Allowing the silence to fall around you both. He pulls up to the house. Coming round as he helps you out the car. Hearing the front door open with a loud bang. You look up. Thomas.
He runs over to you. Embracing you in his arms. You fully relax when you see him. Hands going to his cheeks as you kiss him. Unbothered by the dry blood and mud covering him. His arms wrapping around your as he holds your close.
"Youre safe now love". He brings a hand to your hair. Hiding your face into his shoulder as you grip the fabric of his shirt. "Ive got you".
"Is Charlie ok?"
"Hes fine"
"My sisters?"
"theyre fine. Everyone is fine". He strokes your hair. "Why dont we take you inside and get you cleaned up eh?" You nod. Gripping to him like a child to a teddy. Starting to walk to the house.
"Oh pumpkin!" You hear a voice. Your mother. She comes out the front door. Coming over to hug you. "Oh my dear sweet girl! We were worried sick". That voice. She was the womans voice. She was the third kidnapper. You take a step back.
"Get the fuck away from me".
"Whats wrong?" She stops. Looking at you.
"You tod them where I would be didnt you?"
"I dont-" You reach towards Tommy. Grabbing his gun from the waistband of his trousers. Pointing it at your mother. She raises her hands.
"Lets think for a minute". Thomas says. A hand going up towards you. Plus towards Jon whose own hand has gone to his weapon.
"Start talking. Or I start shooting". She gives you a small smile.
"You wont shoot me". You move the gun slightly to the right. Firing a bullet before aiming it back at her. She jumps.Thomas watches you. You note that John is behind you. Though you doubt he'll try and disarm you.
"Start. Talkng"
"Look. Youve had a traumatic night. Why dont we go inside and chat about this".
"I heard your voice". You otion with the weapon. "I heard your fucking voice whilst they had me tied up. Now I may be mistaken but that makes you seem pretty fucking guilty".
"I- I-" she takes in a breath. "You dont understand".
"Enlighten me".
"I never wanted this o happen. It was meant to be a quick job. Move in for a month maximum then steal the money. Be gone in a flash. But then we started talking. I got to know you. My own daughter. I found out that you are this wonderful, kind, funny, beautiful young lady. Whose life Id missed out on because of stupid mistakes Id made in my past. So I couldnt do it. I couldnt steal from the family that had so happily invted me into their home. So I kept quiet. Tried breaking contact with the man I owed money too. But he found me. Told me to get my shit together".
"WE made a plan. They kidnap you. I knew where you were going. They paid the driver some money to make sure you would be at the destination. We give them a ransom. They get the koney I owe them and I get to stay with the family I love". She takes a step towards you. "I never meant for anyone to get hurt. You have to understand that".
"Get out of my house".
"What?"
"Get out of my fucking house".
"You dont mean that"
"You have lied and decieved me. I dont want you anywhere near myself let alone my family".
"but... WE're family. Im your mother".
"No. You lost the right to be my mother long ago. We are not family. I have a new family. I am a fucking Shelby now". You take a step towards her. "Now get the fuck off my property before I decide to put a round of bullets into your chest".
"Pumpkin". You move the gun again. Shooting it slightly to the right. Aiming back at her. She flinches. Watching you. You take in a breath.
"10. 9. 8-" you start ounting. She gets the hint at 5. Turning as she runs down the length of the road towards your house. You reach zero. Aiming the gun at your mothers distant body. Firing once. She stumbles. Missed her by an inch you reckon. She turns back to face you. Before running again. Faster this time.
You put your arm down. Weapon by your side. Thomas reaches towads you. Hesitating as he takes his gun back from your grasp. Putting it into the waist of his trousers once again. Heplaces ahand onto your lower back.
DESCRIPTION: You celebrate Charlie's second birthday with the family
WORD COUNT: 3272
From Beginning / Previous / Next / Master List
WARNINGS: porn with very loose plot, smut, dom Tommy, sub reader, mildly bratty reader, swearing, p in v, unprotected sex, oral (m recieving), fingering, orgasm denial, mean Tommy, use of pet names (good girl, love, sweetheart, sir)
DISCLAIMERS
This is fiction. Please always talk to your partner before doing anything and make sure they are ok with what you are doing beforehand
This story does not follow the timeline of the show
You madly dash around your home. Making sure that everything is perfect for Charlies 2nd birthday. It wasn't a huge party. You had invited his uncles and aunts. Plus his various cousins. Your mum was attending too. Though she seemed a little anxious and you couldn't figure out why. You didn't have time to worry about her at the moment. Darting round and putting decorations straight. Flowers arraigned perfectly.
The guests let themselves in. They had all been here hundreds of times by this point. So when you saw Ada come in with a Karl holding her hand, you aren't surprised that she is the first to turn up of the guests you had invited. You smile at her. Going over and quickly hugging her. "Thank you so much for coming".
"Not at all. Wouldn't want to miss seeing my nephew on his big day. Where is he?"
"Upstairs with Tommy. Getting dressed I believe. God I hope he's got him dressed". She gives a small laugh. You quickly move a flower in the bouquet next to the front door. Tilting your head before moving it back to the position it was before.
"How can I help?" Obviously seeing your nervous stature.
"I... Don't actually know". You scratch at the back of your neck. Looking aimlessly round the entrance way. "If you could entertain guests when they get here. There are a few kids toys in the living room. I will be in as soon as I can be". She nods. Giving you a smile as she walks with her son over to the living room. You continue your frantic state of rushing and tidying.
Eventually most of the guests have arrived. But you notice that your son and husband still haven't appeared. You go upstairs. Knocking on the nursery door. "Thomas?" You're quiet as you call his name. The door opens. The man in question standing on the other side of the door. Holding a miniature version of himself. Down to the matching suits. "Oh my God. You both look beautiful". He chuckles. Looking at his son resting on his hip.
"We would've been sooner but someone decided to have a nap". You look at your child. Smiling as you take his tiny hand in yours.
"Its alright. Its going to be a busy afternoon so naps are allowed"
"Were you worried where we were?"
"I was starting to wonder where you had gotten too. Everyone has arrived". You hear the door knock. "I thought everyone had arrived". You go downstairs. Opening the front door to... Edward. A Peaky Blinder. One of Thomas's underlings.
"Mrs Shelby"
"Everything ok Edward?"
"Yes. I-" He stutters. Eyes going behind you. You also turn. Your husband now having descended the staircase and coming over to join you by the front door. Arms still holding your toddler.
"I thought I said for you to take the day off"
"I know sir. I umm... I was actually invited here"
"Who invited you?"
"Elizabeth". He gives a nervous cough. Obviously more nervous of your thoughts then Tommy's. "She said that you were having a party for Charlie and that it would be at your house and she said that I was welcome to come along and join you".
"Now why would she invite you?" You interrogate. He blinks in short rapid fire before speaking.
"Me and her. We've- we've been seeing each other. For a little while now. We wanted to see how things went before making it public"
"And I take it that it is going well?"
"Very well Mrs Shelby". You rest a palm on the door. Eyeing the smartly dressed boy up and down. He was kind. He had always been kind. And he was your sisters age. Maybe a few years older. He wasn't overtly rich but that didn't bother you. Of course you were happy with this relationship. But it was still your baby sister. Didn't matter if you knew the guy personally or not. The fact he had been there when you had given birth was irrelevant. "May- May I come in?"
"Before you do - I just have one little note for you"
"Yes ma'am?" You lean forward a bit more. Eyes shooting daggers into the young man.
"If you hurt my sister in any way. I will hurt you back ten times as much. Do you understand me?"
"Yes ma'am". His eyes grow slightly wide. You shift your serious tone. Smiling at the young lad. Leaning back up and standing tall again.
"Come in. Everyone is in the living room. We are just making our way there now". He nods. Carefully going past you as you shut the door. Tommy still behind you. You turn to him. A grin plastered on your face. "I knew she was seeing someone!" You excitedly whisper. "I bloody knew it!" He smiles at your obvious enjoyment.
"Shall we go and see our guests?"
The afternoon soon turns to evening. Everyone chatting, eating, drinking. A few games are played. A joyous event even after your son has gone to bed late into the night. Your guests shortly following the young boys departure. Making their way home or to their temporary bedrooms on the premise. You now sit in bed. Night gown over your body as you smile at Thomas. Him getting undressed as you talk to him.
"They seemed really happy didn't they? Elizabeth and Edward"
"He is a good man. I've often thought he's too kind for the business he's in"
"She deserves a kind man. She's had a tough life. She deserves some happiness". He comes into the bed next to you. "Mum seemed less chatty then usual".
"She's not very comfortable around my side of the family. That is probably why".
"She still knows them". You turn your head to face him. "Plus you've met my mother. Even with strangers you have to force her to shut up". He pauses a moment. Silence falling around you briefly.
"Did you ever find out who she met up with in November?"
"Yeah. I think you're right. Think she's got a fancy man and she's nervous to tell me about him"
"That would explain the quietness and distance she has put between you and her". You sigh. Leaning your head back against the wall. Shutting your eyes.
"Sadly I didn't get a name from my source. Only a description of the man". You turn to face him. Opening your eyes again. "I cant believe how much new love there is at the moment". He turns his head towards you. Raising a questioning brow. "First Linda and Arthur". You bring your hands up as you start counting the couples. "Then Elizabeth and Edward. Now mum and mystery man". He gives a small smile. Eyes still on you as you turn your head forward. "Plus Esme is pregnant. Oh its been an exciting few months". You turn to face him once again. A smile on your lips. Resting across your whole face as his expression appears happy but calmer.
"I got you a present". He speaks quietly. Your eyes glint quickly at his words.
"What for?" He turns to his side cabinet. Opening the top drawer. A small box. He turns back to face you. Holding the box out.
"Because you are a wonderful mother to my son. Plus an excellent business partner. And an even better wife". Your smile somehow widens. Your tongue darting to your lips before looking at the box. Hand shyly coming out and taking the box from his hand. Opening it. A small gasp coming from your lips. A golden bracelet. Delicate as it has a few charms of suns fall from the beautiful item.
Your hand comes out. Carefully lifting the item up. "Oh Tommy". Holding it into your palm as you admire it. "It is so beautiful". You look at him. "Thank you". You smile again. Going to the item. "I wont put it on now before I sleep. But I will wear it tomorrow". You place it back into the box. Resting the box on the bedside cabinet. Turning to face him. "Thank you so much. I haven't gotten anything for you"
"It is my duty as your husband to buy you pretty things. My wife deserves jewellery as beautiful as her".
"Now you are just saying stuff". Your bite your bottom lip. Eyes flicking between his. Bringing your hands up. Resting them on his cheeks as you lean forward. Pressing your lips to his. His hands go up. Gently running his rough hands over the smoothness of your arms. You pull away. Able to meet his eyes a few inches from yours. "I love it. Thank you". You kiss him again. Quicker this time.
Turning your head to look back at the box. Biting your bottom lip. Thumb subconsciously stroking over his cheekbone as you turn your head away. He leans forward. A kiss coming to your neck. Matched with a few more kisses. Slow. Deliberate. You shut your eyes. A soft breath leaving your lips as you bring your hands down. Resting them onto his shoulder as his own arms snake around you. Pulling him close to you as he kisses at your neck. A hand going from his shoulder to his hair. Stroking through the long of it. His hands harshly massaging your hips.
"Fuck". You mutter. Tilting your head downwards. The angle forcing him to break the abuse on your neck. Allowing you access to his lips as you kiss him. He moves his body. Making you move with him. His body now in front of yours. Opening your legs to allow him to come closer to you. His body kneeled between your thighs. Your back against the headboard. One hand going to the side of your head. The other keeping him upright on the bed. Hand splayed near your hip.
He breaks from the kiss. Grabbing both your hips and puling you down the length of the bed. A small gasp escaping you. Quickly hushed by his lips on yours again. A hand gentle onto your back as he lowers you onto the bed. Pushing up the fabric of your nightdress. Pushing himself between your legs. His boxer shorts hitting your bare core. Feeling his cock hardening. You smile. Grinding your hips against him. He grunts. A hand coming up and wrapping around your throat.
"Don't". He speaks. Eyes meeting yours. You smile at him. You grind your hips again. Biting your bottom lip. Your eyes have a mischievous glint to them. His fingers tighten around your throat. "Flo. I'm warning you".
"What you going to do about it, hmm?" His eyes watch over your face. Scanning them. He sits himself up. Removing the hand from your throat. Taking both your hands and placing them into one of his. Holding the wrists firmly before pushing them above your head. His other hand comes down. Gently stroking your thighs. Alternating between the two of them.
"This what you want then eh?" You nod. Feeling your cheeks redden softly as he traces his fingers over your core. A small jump emitting from you. His finger finding your clit. Rubbing rough circles over it. You shut your eyes. Fists clenching as you feel yourself building up slowly. Soft moans leaving your lips as he continues his motions. Specific movements bringing you closer and closer. Just as you're about to be pushed off the edge he retreats his hand.
You let out a whine. Opening your eyes as they plead with him. His hand tracing your thighs again. Hips bucking up. Trying to get that feeling back. His hand goes back again. His four fingers resting on your pubic bone as he creates circles with his thumb. You shut your eyes again. Tilting it to the side. A blushed smile coming over your cheeks as it builds up once again. So close to hitting the edge.
You flick your eyes open as he retreats his hand once again. A glare coming over your brow as you whine at him. "You seem to have forgotten whose in charge here, love". He swipes a digit over your core. Nicking your clit with his fingertip. A gasp escaping your lips. You try and pull your hands out of his grip. Try to wiggle but you are unable to.
"Tommy". You whine. He sighs. Pushing his boxers down with one hand. Taking out his hard on. Moving so he can rub it gently over your clit. You feel yourself tighten around nothing. Anticipating the feeling of him filling you up. Instead just having him tease your sensitive core. His eyes on your hole as he toys with it.
"You've gotten cocky love". He slowly starts to push himself into you. "Forgetting your manners. Thinking you're in charge". Your mouth falls to a silent 'O'. Eyes fluttering shut as he fills you out. Starting his thrusts at a steady pace. His thumb finding your clit once again. "Even now, you don't even have the words to say thank you for me fucking you".
"T-Thank you T-Tom-my". You manage to breath out. Feeling your orgasm building again. Eyes shutting tightly as he works himself inside of you and on your clit. That pit in your stomach growing quickly. He can feel it too. That's why he pulls out just as you are about to reach the end. His hand moving from your core too.
"No. No please!" You near on cry out. Feeling tears start to form. Third ruined orgasm of the night isn't fun. "Please Tommy".
He watches you. Those damn eyes.
"I want an apology". His hand comes back to your clit. Once again rubbing circles onto it. Your hips buck. Once again trying to fight free from his grasp.
"I-I'm so-sorry". You hiccup out. Eyes shutting as you feel his hand going at an agonisingly slow pace. Enough to tease you. Not quite enough to build you back up.
"For?" You shake your head. Feeling him retract his hand at your dismissal.
"No. No please. Want to feel you". You open your eyes. Hips rocking against the air of his hips.
"What are you sorry for?" You feel the tears start to fall. His hand comes up. Wiping them away as he keeps his eyes on yours.
"F-For taking you for granted. A-And for forgetting my man-manners".
"Good girl". His hand goes back to your core. Soft circles once again. A satisfied hum leaves your lips. "Was that so difficult?" You shake your head.
"N-No sir".
"You being a good girl for me now?" You nod. Eyes shutting in bliss at the feeling of his warmth on your cunt. "Words sweetheart. Use your words".
"Yes sir. I'm being a-a good girl for you". You feel him kiss your lips. Making you jump at the sudden affection. Opening your eyes as you meet his steady blue gaze.
"Now tell me what you need". He stops his motion on your clit. Moving his hand. Gently stroking your cheekbone as he rests his palm onto your cheek.
"Your cock sir. Please. Need you to fill me up". He smiles. A few seconds later he moves himself between your legs. Inch by inch filling up your hole. Feeling you flutter around him as he bottoms out. "T-thank you". You groan out. Eyes shutting as he starts to move. His hand not holding your wrists goes down. Once again rubbing your swollen clit.
"Pl-please can I touch you? Please?" You wiggle your wrists for emphasis.
"I don't know if you deserve that".
"Please. Please sir. Want to touch you". He plants a soft kiss to your throat. Smiling as you tilt your neck to him. Allowing him better access. His hips slowing but not losing rhythm.
"Would you rather touch me?" Kiss. "Or would you rather cum?" You let out a whine. Hips jutting against him.
"I want to cum". He gives a small chuckle. Mouth going to your collarbone as he quickens his thrusts. "Fuck". You exclaim. Hands once again failing at breaking his grip. His mouth devouring your neck as his cock demolishes your pussy. The feeling growing again.
"Please can I cum? Please Tommy. I want to cum". His lips leave your neck. Hovering so he is able to watch your features.
"You can cum". Your body spasms under him. A guttural groan escaping your lips as you shut your eyes tightly. Feeling him slow down his motion. Driving you through it. You shake your head slightly as pleasure soon turns to overstimulation. "Too much". You go to push him away but his hands still keep a firm grip on you.
"Too much?" You nod. "Want me to stop?" You nod again. Feeling him pull out of your hole. The sudden emptiness being apparent. Maybe telling him to stop was a mistake. He moves from you. Allowing you access to your wrists again. Watching as he moves from the bed. Grabbing your body as he moves you. Keeping you on your back. Your head resting off the edge of the bed. His hand grabs your wrists again. Pinning them to your stomach this time.
"Open". You oblige. Letting him use his free hand to guide himself into your mouth. A soft groan emitting from his lips as he starts to move back and forth at a slow pace. You lie there. Allowing him to use your mouth. Rubbing your legs together as you feel a new pit growing in your stomach. He notices. Smiling. He shuts his eyes. Fastening his pace on your mouth. You try and move to grab him. Touch him. A soft whine leaving your lips as you do. Causing him to give out a grunt.
"Fuck. Do that again". If you didn't have a dick shoved down your throat you would smile at his demand. Though you obediently do as he asks. Humming around his cock. "Holy fuck". He mutters. His hand tightens around your wrists. His free hand grabbing your clothed breast. Squeezing it roughly as he fucks into your mouth.
"Shit". He breathes out. Pushing himself deep into you. Feeling his load hit the back of your throat. You instinctively swallow. Shutting your eyes at the bitter taste. Lapping up around him as best as you could. He gives a couple of slow thrusts. Watching as you clean his shaft of any liquid.
"Such a good girl for me". He moves his cock from your mouth. Bending down. Planting a soft kiss to your forehead. His hands still holding yours onto your stomach. His free hand coming up and gently stroking over your features. Cheekbones. Shoulders. Arms. You shut your eyes. A smile over your lips at his soft touches. A small sigh coming from you. You try and reach out for him. Hands still being gripped in his.
He kisses your forehead again. Stands up and puts himself back in his boxers. You sit up. Going back under the covers as he follows suit. Getting in next to you. You lie down. Cheek on the pillow as you watch him.
"Thomas?"
"Hmm?" He speaks. Reaching into the bedside table for a cigerette and lighter.
"Can I touch you now?" He looks at you. A half smile on his lips.
"Of course you can love". You bring your hands out. Taking the arm closest to you. Kissing his knuckles before intertwining your fingers with his. Your other hand resting higher up onto his arm. Hearing him light the cigarette in his mouth. His thumb brushing over your knuckles as you let sleep take over your mind.
DESCRIPTION: You celebrate Bonfire night with your extended family
WORD COUNT: 1742
From Beginning / Previous / Next / Master List
WARNINGS: talk of marriage, bonfire, drinking
DISCLAIMERS
This is fiction. Please always talk to your partner before doing anything and make sure they are ok with what you are doing beforehand
This story does not follow the timeline of the show
You sit by the fire in the garden. The cold night air filling your lungs as you hold Charlie on your lap. A blanket draped over the two of you as you watch your younger sisters and youngest brother in law place more wood onto the roaring flames. Ada sits beside you. Karl wrapped up in multiple layers as he also helps stock the fire. His small legs toddling to help his aunts and uncle. Though both Elizabeth and Mary keep an eye on him to make sure the young boy doesn't get to close. Esme had been around up until recently. Chatting and watching with you. You are unsure of where she had gone to though. Possibly to get some more drink. That was the likeliest option.
Seeing Thomas and John sit a little way away from you. You were unsure of where Arthur was. He was invited to bonfire night. It was the most logical place to hold the celebration at your house. And he normally turned up for events. Especially ones that his brothers was attending. Even if he was completely out of it on god knows what. He showed up.
Just as your suspicions start to fill your head, you see him. Walking towards your husband and brother in law. A blonde woman attached to his arm. You see them chat. You lean towards Ada. A soft whisper. "Whose the girl?" She glances at you before following your gaze.
"Huh... I don't know". You both silently watch. John starts grinning as Thomas eyes shimmer with some sort of emotion. "Come on". She stands. Eyes going to her son quickly. "Let us go find out who this mystery woman is". She looks at you. A soft smile on her lips.
You readjust Charlie. Wrapping the blanket around him more as you face him towards you. Balancing him on your hip before following your sister in law over to her siblings. "Arthur?" She says in a questioning tone.
"Ada!" He turns to face her. A worried smile on his face as he looks at his baby sister. "And Florence! I was just about to come over to you both".
"We thought we would meet you in the middle". She says. Eyes going to the woman. "Who is this?" She says. A questioning yet friendly tone to her voice.
"Yes, dear sister. This is Linda". He takes a moment of pause. Obviously waiting for a reaction when he says his next words. "My wife". Ada looks at him. Eyes filled with shock that quickly turn to one of admiration.
"I didn't realise you had gotten married"
"It was kind of a spur of the moment event". The blonde says. Giving her a smile. "I'm sorry everything is a bit new for me. What was your name again?"
"I'm Ada. I'm Arthurs sister". She nods. Eyes going to you. The same smile on her lips.
"I thought Arthur only had one sister". You give a nod and a smile.
"I'm his sister in law. Wife of Tommy". She eyes you up and down. A subtle judgement in her eyes. Turning your head to the small child on your hip. "This is Charlie. My son and Arthurs nephew". Her judging smile turns to a more joyous one at the introduction of your child. She smiles at him. He frowns slightly. Hiding his head into your shoulder. "It's ok baby". You kiss the side of his head. Rubbing his back.
Your husband stands. A kind tone of voice speaking out to the cold air and friendly ears. "I reckon a toast. To Arthur and his new wife". John stands.
"I'll go get some champagne"
"The good stuff will ya John". Arthur says as his brother goes into the house. A few minutes later and he comes back out. Esme following him holding a few glasses. You help by taking a glass from her. Ada also helping. By this point the younger family members had noticed the small gathering. Karl making his way to his mum. Finn also coming over as your sisters come to your sides. Making cooing faces at Charlie as he grins at his aunts from your arms. Finn is the first to question it.
"What's happening?"
"We're celebrating, brother". Arthur says. Taking a glass from Esme and passing it to the youngest Shelby. "Celebrating my new marriage". He looks at Arthur. Then at Linda. A smile coming over his lips.
"Congratulations Arthur". He smiles. John pouring everyone drinks as Esme gives people glasses. Everyone excluding Charlie and Karl that is. Tommy waits until everyone has a glass. Clearing his throat before talking loudly.
"To our brother and his new wife". He holds his glass up. You all following suit before taking a drink from it. You feel Charles start to wriggle on your hip. Turning to face him.
"Dad dad". He mumbles.
"Do you want your daddy?" He gives a feeble nod. You kiss his head. "Ok baby boy". Esme comes over. Being the closest with both free hands that it. Taking your glass from you before you go to Tommy. He looks at you. "He wants his dad". As if on cue Charlie reaches out towards the blue eyed man. Tommy smiles.
"Hey little man". Arthur takes his glass from him. Allowing him to use both hands to take him from your grip. The young boy snuggling into his father as soon as he takes him. Taking his drink back from his brother as you go back to Esme. Relieving her from holding your own drink. Drinking the rest of it in quick succession. Mary comes over to you. Taking your wrist between her hands.
"Now that you don't have a baby on you... You can come and join us closer to the fire". You give a small chuckle. Looking at Tommy with Charlie. Deeming them both ok before giving a nod to your sister.
"Come on then". She smiles. Dragging you over to the flames. Giving you a few pieces of wood. Watching as she chucks pieces on. You smile. Throwing the few pieces she had gifted you. Watching as it flickers in the dark night. You stand by it. Eyes glistening in the fires glow as you allow your mind to go blank. Hearing the joyful cries of your sisters and the burning of wood. A sense of bliss coming over you.
"Florence?" You turn. Seeing Tommy near you. "Charlie is growing tired. I'm going to put him to bed but thought you'd want to say goodnight"
"I can put him down if you would like? You can stay out here and celebrate your brothers new marriage".
"I wont be long". You take in a breath. He had that tone of voice about him. One that means you wouldn't be able to change his mind.
"Ok". You lean forward. Gently kissing your sons forehead. "Love you Charlie. I'll see you in the morning". He smiles at the affection. Hiding into his dads shoulder. A small giggle coming from his lips. You gently rest a hand on your husbands arm. "Come get me if you need help settling him". He nods. Turning as he makes his way to the house.
You watch. Arms folded over your torso as you see the frame of your husband disappear behind the walls of your home. Bringing a hand up. Rubbing it onto the side of your neck before resting it down onto your collarbone. Ada seems to have noticed your discomfort. Coming over she gently rests a hand onto your shoulder. Holding Karl with her other arm.
"You ok Flo?" You give a nod. Turning to face her and giving a small smile.
"Don't know what to do with myself now that my child has gone to bed". She gives a small chuckle.
"I know how you feel. As soon as Karl here goes to sleep I often wonder around my home debating what to do. Normally I go to bed to be honest". Your smile widens marginally. Giving a soft nod. Looking downwards. "Where is your mum? I thought this kind of thing would be something she'd enjoy".
"Not sure. I told her I was having people round for a bonfire and she said that she wouldn't be able to come. When I asked her she was really vague about it. Think she's seeing a friend and this was the only evening they could do".
"Sounds odd"
"Right?" You look at her. "I've never heard her mention this friend before. And now they are meeting up. She has never met up with someone. She is normally with me so I would notice if she was with some random person". You look back at the fire. "I told Thomas. He thinks she may have a new man and doesn't want to tell me through embarrassment or something"
"She should tell you if she's seeing someone new"
"Unless it's their first date. Then she may tell me when she gets back from meeting him". You let out a sigh. "Oh well. I am sure I'll find out one way or another"
"Sounds ominous when you say it like that"
"Not my intention to sound ominous". Both giving a small chuckle. You stay silent a moment. Both watching the flames. You feel someone come and stand the other side of you. Turning your head to see your husband. His eyes dancing from the fire. Charlie absent from his grasp. "Did he go down ok?"
"Asleep before I'd even put him fully into bed". You give a small smile. "Betty is keeping an eye out for him whilst we're out here. I told her that we'd let her know when we went back inside again so she can get some rest". You nod. Turning your eyes back to the fire. Watching it blaze. Darting your gaze to see his features. Keeping your head turned as you have a silent debate with yourself. Hesitating slightly at the thought before you bring an arm up. Linking it through that of your husbands. Wrapping it around. Gently resting your palm onto his bicep.
He brings a hand up. The one from his free arm. Gently resting it over yours. Running his thumb along your knuckles before bringing his hand back down. Resting it into his trouser pocket. The faint outline of a smile comes over your lips. Mentally shaking yourself before focusing your full attention on the flames.
I have written the final chapter of 'The Gangsta's Wife'. Now I have done a lot of research into the timeline for this story so I though I would release each new chapter around the time of year that it would take place. So I thought I would give a small schedule for your viewing pleasure.
Chapter 23 - 5/11/25
Chapter 24 - 16/1/26
Chapter 25 - 26/2/26
Chapter 26 - 24/4/26
Chapter 27 - 8/5/26
Chapter 28 - 10/7/26
Chapter 29 - 13/11/26
Chapter 30 - 20/11/26
That is the date that I will be releasing the final chapter for this story. Though I will write more about this lovely couple. I will write one shot stories for them.
DESCRIPTION: You have an unexpected caller whilst you are away on a business trip
WORD COUNT: 2257
From Beginning / Previous / Next / Master List
WARNINGS: Reader silently pines for Tommy, talk of illness (very brief), talk of old love, talk of cheating, swearing, declaration of love (though not from the man we want), threat
DISCLAIMERS
This is fiction. Please always talk to your partner before doing anything and make sure they are ok with what you are doing beforehand
This story does not follow the timeline of the show
Tommy was true to his word. You speak to a few guests but he always made sure he did the talking when it came to Ben or his wife. Rarely leaving your side. Even when the couple weren't in the room. Letting you cling to his arm like a scared child. So the night before he was going to leave you tried pleading with him. Begging him to stay. Not to leave you with your ex. But he insisted he had to go. Said that you would be fine. That if you didn't feel like socialising with the guests, say that you were feeling under the weather and stay in the bedroom until his return.
That is exactly what you did. Thankfully you had brought a couple of books with you so you would have ample entertainment during your 48 hour isolation. One of the maids brought you some soup a couple of times a day. Saying it was the best thing for feeling unwell. You had lasted the first day. Going to sleep in the cold bed that night. You didn't think you would miss your husband this much. Unable to sleep properly with the bed empty next to you.
You curse at yourself for being so reliant on him. Though this doesn't stop you from grabbing a spare pillow and one of his shirts. Placing the garment over the plush item and resting it where your husband would be sleeping. Curling into the softness. Taking in the calming scent of whiskey and tobacco.
The next morning you quickly rid the bed of the affection. Placing the pillow back where it belonged onto the bed. As well as neatly folding your husbands shirt back into the bag it came from. Getting rid of any sign of want that you had felt that night. You get dressed for the day of lounging and reading. Unaware of the time but knowing your husband would be back today.
A knock at the door draws you into the real world. Away from the world of fiction. You place the book down. Excitedly bounding up and heading to the door. It was either the maid with some food for you or your husband back from his trip. You take the door handle and open it. A smile beaming on your face as you are met with familiar eyes. Not the usual blue ones though. No. Brown eyes meet yours.
Ben.
You blink a few times. Your smile vanishing from your features. He smiles at you. "You seem well today". You give a small nod. "I was worried you may have been so sick during the night that we would have to call a doctor. We didn't see you at all yesterday".
"No I managed to sleep most of it off". You fiend a cough. "Though I'm still not feeling fully myself. I reckon another day resting would do me good". He gives a small scoff. A smile coming over him as he watches your face. "I should go back to bed and rest some more. I have a terrible headache".
"Its ok to say that you miss Mr Shelby". You watch him. Your mind whirling at his suggestion. "He is your husband after all".
"That's- that's not why I'm in my room". He nods. A knowing smile on his face.
"Of course it is not. May I come in?"
"What for?"
"I have a book on a shelf in this room that my wife is wanting and she says it cannot wait until the end of the week when guests go. I tried bargaining with her about it but she was insistent". You hesitate but nod. Opening the door for him to enter. He comes in. Going over to the bookshelf. Eyeing up the books. You awkwardly stand by your bed. Just willing the moment to pass quickly. Looking at the floor. "Have you read this book?" His inclusion breaking you out of your own thoughts. You look up. Reading the book title you give a small shake of your head.
"Can't say I have"
"Its about two people who are young and in love but get separated. Both end up marrying later in life to new people. They find each other again later in life and find they both are still in love with each other". You raise your brows. Giving a small nod as you tighten your lips. He looks at you. Book still in hand. "Did you ever consider giving us another chance?" You cross your brow.
"No"
"Why not?"
"I try not to go back to people who ruin my life"
"Oh you're being over dramatic". You knit your brow together. Tilting your head at him as you meet his eyes.
"You made me fall in love with you, took my virginity, then left me stranded at a train station with not even an utter of a goodbye. But I'm being dramatic?"
"So you'd rather be married to a gangsta then your childhood love?"
"At least my husband treats me with respect and trust". He gives out a small scoff. You take in a breath. "Thomas wouldn't leave me scared and alone". He looks at you. Swallowing before he speaks again.
"I've changed. I was a stupid boy back then". You scoff. He comes closer to you. Though you stand your ground. "Would giving me a second chance really be so bad?"
"Yes". You answer bluntly as you look into his dark eyes. He was only a few feet away from you at this point. You could practically smell him.
"Why?"
"The fact that we are both married being a good starting point"
"I won't tell my wife if you don't tell your husband"
"My husband would find out. And I would rather not be the enemy of Thomas Shelby"
"He doesn't scare me"
"He should". He shakes his head. Looking at the half open doorway before speaking again.
"I can deal with Thomas fucking Shelby". You watch him. Learning from your husbands ways. Stay still. Observe. Be alert. Stay silent. He looks back at you. Eyes darting to your lips quickly. "Is he the reason you won't see me again?"
"He is definitely one of the reasons"
"The other reasons?"
"I thought I made those clear already".
"Fucks sake". He shales his head again. He pushes his lips together. Bringing his bottom lip between his teeth. "I still love you Florence". You try not to react. Though you feel your heart miss a beat. "From when I saw you again after all these years. Every ounce of my being is still head over heals for you". He looks at you. "I felt it. Deep in my soul. My heart yearned for you". He reaches forward. Taking your hand in his. Placing it onto his chest. Capturing it against him with his open palm. "Cant you feel it too?" You watch him. Staying silent. You try and move your hand away but he's too strong. So you remain still. Thinking. "Say something".
"I don't love you". He blinks. You continue speaking before he can say anything. "I did. For a long time. And fuck did it hurt. Every single day. Knowing that I wasn't good enough for you. That I would never be enough for you. Even now. I'm not what you want. Its the Shelby title and money you want. One that I now share with my husband. So you don't love me. I don't think you have ever actually loved me. You love what I could give you".
"Florence please"
"Mrs Shelby. My name is Mrs Shelby"
"Don't be ridiculous"
"I am not. You will address me with respect. An equal. My name is Mrs Shelby. Loyal wife to Thomas Shelby". You shake your head slightly. "I am not yours Mr Finnley. You have business with my husband. Not me. Now I would like you to leave".
"I-"
"You being in my bed chamber is inappropriate on a number of regards. Now leave my room". He goes to speak again but you cut him off. "Or I start yelling rape".
"You wouldn't". You put on a fake pout. A sad expression coming over your face. His grip had loosened on your hand. Able to bring both your palms up to your chest as you fiend sorrow.
"'Oh Tommy I don't know what came over him. I was in my bedroom and he suddenly came in and forced himself upon me'". You bring a hand up. Making a gun shape with your hand and pointing it directly at his forehead. "Bang". He looks at you. You'd gotten your husbands stare. Cold. Unreading. Terrifying. "Bye bye business. Bye bye life"
"You horrid little bitch". You bring your hand down. Folding them over each other neatly behind you back.
"I am going to ask you one more time. Leave my bedroom". He grits his teeth. Annoyance filling him as he goes to the door. Opening it and slamming it shut. The tension from the room disappears. You are able to breath once again. Bringing your hands to your hips as you take in some deep breaths. Shutting your eyes as you tilt yourself forward.
You jump when you hear the door knock. Hand going to your forehead as you watch the door. Adrenaline filling your body. Its probably just the maid you reason with yourself. "Come-" your voice chokes. Clearing your throat before speaking again. "Come in". The door creaks open.
The familiar look of a three piece suit neatly pressed. A dark cap covering equally as dark hair. Piercing eyes drawn to yours as you meet the gaze of your husband.
You smile as you see him. "Tommy". You whisper his name. Going over to him and bringing him into a tight hug. Feeling his hands go to your hips. Squeezing them tightly as he lets you practically suffocate him in an embrace. Shutting your eyes as you hide your face into his shoulder.
Remembering yourself you move away. Folding your hands over your torso as you watch him. His hands going to the short of his waistcoat pockets. "How was your trip? Did it go well?"
"It went as well as I had hoped. I wont know the full extent of how it went until a later date". You give a nod. Watching him. "How were things here?"
"Unsure. I told them I was feeling unwell and spent the whole of yesterday reading in here". He watches you.
"You seem on edge. Everything ok love?"
You could lie. Tell him that everything was fine. That you had just reached a tense part of your book when he knocked and you are flustered from that. It would be believable. He often came in late and jolted you back to the world of reality from a tense scene in a novel.
Or you could tell him the truth. That Benjamin had come in and declared his undying love towards you. That he wants to start an affair. Though you declined. Would he believe you declined his offer? But would it be worse if he found out that your ex still has feelings for you from someone else?
"Florence?" Your eyes scan his pretty eyes. Sinister as they were you had managed to find a beauty in them.
"I umm..." You look at the door. Gently pushing it shut. Speaking in a hushed tone towards your husband. "I had a caller this morning". He stays silent. Patiently waiting for you to speak. "Mr Finnley knocked on my door. Wanting to make sure I was well. He-" You turn your head from his gaze. "He said he still loved me. Wanted to rekindle our relationship". You can feel his calm stare grow angry. You look at him. Breath hitching under the blue of his eyes.
This information wasn't new to him. He had overheard part of your conversation. Overheard you declaring your loyalty to your husband. To him. But he had no context. His mind hadn't even gone to an affair. With this new context he was enraged.
"I told him I was loyal to you. That I was faithful to my husband". You go over to him. Taking his hands in yours as you plead with his eyes.
"Why are you telling me?"
"If he pulls out of any deals or if he starts treating you harshly then you'll know its because I rejected him and not anything to do with how you run your business or anything. Or-" You pause a moment. Taking in a long but shallow breath. "I was worried he would lie to you. Tell you a false truth about how he had managed to swoon me into his bed. But I don't want him Tommy. I want you. I need only you". Bringing the hands that you hold up. Palms resting on your chest as you hold them there. His eyes don't shift. Just watching. You nearly jump when he speaks.
"He should watch me fuck you. Then he'll know you are mine".
You have a horrible feeling he's being deadly serious. You just give a small shake of your head.
"Exhibitionism isn't the way to solve this problem". Resting your hands flat against his chest as you look into his eyes. "We're only here a few more days. Then we can go home. Back to our family". He brings his hands up. Cupping your cheeks in his palms. "We should go and be sociable". He takes in a breath through his nose. Watching.
