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"WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DON'T WANT ME AT THE RACES?" Eleanor's incredulous voice echoed in the Shelby house, and the few workers mingling about the betting shop winced at the sound.
Tommy sighs, stubbing out another cigarette butt and resisting the urge to immediately light another. Since Polly had broken the news about Ada and Freddie getting married, he'd been chain smoking, doing his best to think of an outcome where they all aren't royally fucked over by the Inspector.
"It's not safe."
"Of course it's not safe, you bloody idiot, it's Billy Kimber!" Eleanor throws her arms out at her side, looking at Tommy exasperatedly. "When was the last time I ever participated in something safe, Tommy? And since when do you give a damn about my safety?"
Tommy clenched his jaw, staring up at Eleanor with rising frustration. "It's not just Billy Kimber, it's the Lee family."
Eleanor scoffed, shaking her head. "I wish that fuckin' family would try to harm me, Tommy, I really do."
"Two bullets." He interrupts her before she can go on a tirade about the Lees, rubbing his hand down his face. "Two bullets, Eleanor. One with my name, and one with yours. Hand-delivered from the Lee family."
The short woman stops her frustrated pacing abruptly and gives Tommy a slightly disbelieving stare. "They've got a bullet for me?"
Tommy nods once.
"So, you don't want me to go to the races with you and help you kiss Billy Kimber's ass because I've got a bullet? Tommy, you daft man, the whole point of this is to screw the Lee family over, is it not? We get in good with Billy Kimber and his band of pompous assholes, and the Lee's are otherwise fucked in the grand scheme of things, right?"
Tommy tilts his head slightly in confirmation. "More or less,"
Eleanor sighs and bends down over his seated frame, laying her hands on his shoulders. "If it means we get this deal with Kimber done and over with, I don't give a damn if I have a dozen bullets waiting for me, alright? Don't be stupid, Tommy, I won't let you walk into those races without me. That's practically suicide."
The man huffs, shaking his head slightly. "Do you think me so inept of running a business by myself?"
Eleanor smirks slightly, looking into his bright eyes. "Thomas," She says sweetly. "If it weren't for me, you'd be dead in a ditch by now."
Tommy rolls his eyes, but a small, fond smile grows on his face that makes Eleanor breathe a silent sigh of relief.
"I'm going to the races with you, and we're going to work it all out. It'll be fine, Tommy." Eleanor grabs her coat from the back of the kitchen chair and swings it around her shoulders.
