Heavy is the Head ||A Peaky Blinder Fanfic||

1| Errands with the King

It was a couple of months after the Epsom derby when Mollie May headed to her office again. The sky wept with dark clouds and heavy tears which dripped onto Mollie May hat and ran over its brim. The dark clouds echoed with thundery cries which made her shudder and pull the collar of her coat closer to skin.

She climbed the stairs to her second-floor office. The stairs were creaking and lopsided and the smell of damp filled her nose immediately. But something was wrong. She could see light seeping out from under the door to her office and hear quiet voices from within.

She stopped short of the old rotting door. The doorknob had fallen off on one side and it squealed on its hinges as she pushed it open.

Her gun was aimed at an elderly man, sat in her chair, at the other side of the table. An elderly woman stood at his side, but Mollie May did not lower her gun.

The old man drank the whiskey she stored in her cabinet and smiled with a small laugh as if he had just seen her. The gun, which was aimed between his eyes, didn't seem to concern him as he held his hand out to welcome her.

"Ah, Mollie May King, how nice of you to finally join us." Her arm fell away like dust and the gun she held was lowered to her side. No one address her with her surname, the couple had obviously done their research.

"Come, join us." He said with a smile, producing a second whiskey glass that his wife filled up.

Mollie May entered the room carefully. She took off her hat and coat and placed them on the stand, where two other coats and hats already hung, her eyes never leaving the pair at her desk.

The man's eyes wondered over the holster she wore which held two guns and he smiled again, "Would you mind?" He asked her very politely. In return, Mollie May narrowed her eyes, "I will, if you will." She growled lowly.

He chuckled, holding up his hands and then took off his own holster which also held two shiny guns. "And the other one." She looked at the table. He reached under and pulled out the gun she kept there.

He gestured to her holster. She slowly pulled out the guns, one at a time, and set them on the cabinet with a thud and then went and sat on the chair in front of her desk with a bitter taste in her mouth.

Now that she was closer to them, she noticed the man's familiar chocolate brown eyes surrounded by pale wrinkles and greying, thick hair. His wife, who stood proudly at his side, had hooded hazel eyes and shaking hands. She too shared the same grey hair as her husband, signifying the old age of the couple.

"We have a business proposition to make to you concerning our company." His tone now grand and full of authority. "Do you know who we are, Mollie May?" The man spoke firmly, his smile from before long gone. She shook her head no.

Mollie May wanted to ask what company they were talking about, and who they were, and how they knew who she was, but in a time like this she thought it was best just to listen to the stranger first.

The man took out a slip of paper from his brief case, held by his wife and slid it across the table to Mollie May slowly. Once she held it in her hands, he settled back into her big chair slowly.

"I'm George King and I own Kings&co."

She looked up at him, speechless. She couldn't stop herself as her mouth fell open and she looked between the couple. The elderly lady smiled at her reassuringly but Mollie May couldn't help the bottomless pit that formed in her stomach. The butterflies were chewed up and devoured by beady-eyed spiders.

The man, George, who was still sitting comfortably in Mollie Mays seat, continued. "A family business, as you can tell, which we believe you are ready to be a part of."