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

4| Meeting the Family

Mollie May sat in the tiny kitchen of her dirty, dark and damp house. A bowl of hot porridge in her hand which she quickly scoffed down, she had to leave soon for a meeting with the capos.

There was a knock at the back door and soon after it was shoved open as Tommy made his way into her kitchen. "Mollie May." he nodded his greeting to her, which she returned. He seemed, as usual, in a rush as he handed her an envelope.

She opened it eagerly, a bewildered expression on her face. Inside she found a card which she took out and read.

You are warmly invited to the wedding of;

Grace and Tommy

It also contained the details about the wedding but Mollie May stopped reading after the title. She beamed up at Tommy, "So it's official?" she smirked at him and he nodded. She gestured to see his ring and he rolled his eyes before holding his hand up to show off the golden ring.

A slight smile spread across his lips as he watched Mollie May study the ring with awe. She could tell it was expensive and she couldn't help but twist her own wedding band on her finger. Hers was only a cheap band and she had given Leon a similar one, but to them at the time, it had meant more than all the jewels of the world.

"The weddings in a couple of weeks." He told her before the front door swung open and John barged in. A shrill wolf whistle filled the room as he looked at Mollie May in her new burgundy dress. "You're lookin' well, Mollie May." He grinned when she turned awkwardly back to her bowl of porridge.

"Is it from them Italian friends of yours?" he asked her, sitting down at the small kitchen table and took the bowl from her to take a couple of spoonsful. "Yes, it is actually." She said sassily and took the bowl back. "What's wrong with having friends."

"It's wrong if they're Italians." John told her harshly in his 'I told you so' voice. Mollie May looked to Tommy who was leaning against the kitchen sink. He didn't say anything but she could tell he agreed with John.

Something started to bubble in her stomach as she leaned back in her chair and licked her lips. "There was nothing wrong with 'them Italians' when you all hung out with Leon." John fell quiet and rubbed his chin.

"You know what I mean." He told her finally, "They're all dangerous." Mollie May snorted and shook her head, "And the Peaky Blinder's aren't? I've lived my whole life in gangs and around gangs, I know how to handle myself, I'm not some innocent little girl who need protecting all the time, John." She shot a look at Tommy who just shrugged.

She pushed her bowl over to John who finished it greedily, no longer feeling hungry. "I have a meeting to go to." She told them both, standing and heading to the door. After putting on her new cream coat and cloche hat, she opened the door, "Let yourselves out since you're always letting yourselves in! And don't steal anything John!" she shouted to them and slammed the door shut.

She met George outside a club he owned. After brief greetings he gestured for her to enter and led her to where the meeting was going to take place. "I'll introduce you. Never introduce yourself directly to a wiseguy." He told her in a hushed voice as they walked at a steady pace to a closed off area at the back at the club.

"Respect appointments. Respect wives. Stay away from coppers, you know the drill by now." He listed in a low voice. They walked through a curtain of beads and into the restricted area.

The area was dimly lit with a small chandelier hanging in the middle of the room. There were no windows in the room and there was one door leading to an area for workers. Mollie May guessed it was also used as an escape route if needed.