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

8| A Burning Saint

On the way back to Small Heath, Mollie May thought she would continue her newest hobby, learning to drive. Tommy quickly shook his head and took Polly in his Bentley, leaving only John and Arthur.

Careful to avoid Arthur after her run in with him last night, she followed a huffing John to his brand new, cream Bentley. She bundled her bag into the back and climbed into the driver seat as John buckled himself in and braced his arms against the roof and dashboard.

"Just, take her slow. Okay." She rolled her eyes, "I'm always careful. I've never actually scraped the car." She told him defiantly. After stalling once, an improvement from last time, Mollie May followed Arthur slowly into Small Heath.

"Woah!" John shouted as she swerved around a stray cat, "Watch the car!" "I am." She shouted back as she sped up slightly.

"Go slower! Slow! Jesus Christ, watch!" he continued to yell as she put her foot down on the acceleration. The straight streets of Small Heath where perfect for a bit of a race as she caught up to Arthur in front of her, a huge grin growing on her lips.

John seemed to shrink into the passenger seat even more and braced himself again, his knuckles turning white on the door handle. He yelled at people to move out of the way when Mollie drove up onto the pavement to pass Arthur who tooted the horn at her in protest.

"Watch the cart! The fucking cart, Mollie!" John cried in the passenger seat as he pointed to the horse and cart on the pavement in front of her, "Brake! Fucking brake would ya! Christ!" she swerved around the cart and then rolled to a dangerous stop behind Tommy outside the gambling den.

"Holy fuck." John rubbed his eyes, "Never again, I swear to God." Mollie only chuckled, "What? I didn't scratch or break anything. I think it was very successful." She hoped out of the car and waved goodbye to Arthur and Tommy who headed into the gambling den, "Maybe I could borrow the Bentley sometime?" she asked John as he followed the others.

"No! No fucking way." He pointed his finger at her and a smirk appeared on his lips. She hummed, turning on her heels and heading to her house, "I'll take that as a yes then." She turned the corner to John's shouts of protests.

She opened the door to be met with a warm house. The fire was crackling in the kitchen, casting shadows of a man across the room. Closing the door as quietly as she could, she inched towards the kitchen, taking out her gun and cocking it.

She took a deep breath and shoved the door open with her foot, pointing her gun at the man sitting smoking a cigarette at her table. A black umbrella positioned comfortably by his side.

She exhaled and put away her gun. "George, what a nice surprise." She greeted her father-in-law with a tone of distaste, going to lean against the sink.

"Mollie May, can't tell you how pleased I am to see you." He greeted her with his usual smile, "Did you get the job done?"

She dumped the bag at his feet which he opened slowly. "We got a hand, a foot, teeth and an eye." He counted out, before offering her a cigarette and a drink with a merry smile.

"Good job kid. None of the boys thought you could do it." She raised her eyebrow, "What did you think?" "Ah, I knew you could do it. To be honest, I didn't need proof either." He gestured at the bag.

"It's a present for the boys." She laughed. "So, am I in?"

He nodded, "You're in." puffing at his cigarette, "Meet here, tonight. Eleven o'clock, sharp." He slipped a piece of paper into her hand. "We'll make it official." He stood and she followed him to the door. "Oh and if I may be so bold as to give you style advice, wear your suit and fedora." He winked to her.