WOUNDS THAT NEVER HEAL || tommy shelby x reader

chapter fourteen

John instinctively went to shield you, but you stopped him from doing so. You stepped away from him and approached Joseph. The gun was pointed directly at your chest.

"Mr. Kinsmen," You forced, using every ounce of energy to try and not stutter your words. "You know my policy,"

"Ah, yes. No guns. No violence. Yet you let the Peaky fucking Blinders into your club," Joseph sneered at John, before scanning the room. His eyes landed upon Tommy, who was now stood up from the booth, hands in pockets, chin high.

"I let you and your men in here, Mr. Kinsmen. You've never once brought a fight into my establishment. Why now?" You asked. You were a tad curious, but you were also trying desperately to stall him, to slow him and his men down from tearing the place apart.

"How the fuck do you know the Shelby's?" He asked you, his brows furrowed. He looked uncomfortable holding the gun. He looked out of control. You knew he wasn't going to pull the trigger unless threatened.

"Perhaps we should discuss this privately," You spoke quietly, hoping that Tommy wouldn't hear—but he did.

"Joseph," Tommy's voice boomed over the bar. He began strolling towards the entrance. "Let us not ruin everyone's night. Shall we take this elsewhere?"

"Thomas fucking Shelby," He spat. "You know, the last person I imagined turning up for this whore would be you,"

Whore. There it was again.

Tommy's fucking whore.

That was it.

Without hesitating, you bombarded into Joseph, gripping onto his gun. In one swift motion, you elbowed him in the chest, sending him toppling to the floor. You cocked the gun at him without remorse—

"Call me a whore one more fucking time," You breathed out. "And I swear to God, I'll fucking shoot you between the eyes,"

Time froze as Kinsmen's men kept their guns on you, too afraid to shoot now that you had the barrel of one pointed at their leader. Your guests stayed still, silent, not even breathing. You were devastated any of them had to see you this way—but in one sense, you thought that would make some of them feel safer. Maybe.

Joseph let out a guttural cough, straining to get air back into his lungs.

"I see now," Joseph croaked out. "He made you this way, didn't he?" He, being Tommy. It always fucking was. It was always Tommy.

"You know nothing," You spat at him.

"I have ways of finding things out, Miss L/N," He said. If he was trying to threaten you, it really wasn't working.

"If you had ways, then you would have known everything about me a week after I opened my doors," You said, and were surprised to hear a chuckle escape Tommy's lips.

Bastard.

Joseph went back to scowling.

"I suggest you rethink the company you keep, Miss L/N," He said, poison dripping from his lips.

"I suggest you get out and never look back, Mr. Kinsmen," You said, turning the safety on his gun and dropping it to the ground. "Like I've already said," You got down to his level, so close you could smell his breath. "I am secure. I am protected," You smiled at him. He gulped.

You got him.

Joseph's men hoisted him from the floor. He brushed his suit off, nothing short than incredibly embarrassed about being tackled and disarmed by you.