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

10| Trying to Save You

"I don't want you to do anything about this." "About what?" "Vicente Changretta's son." Polly walked over and closed the door to John's office, trapping him in the little room with her and Mollie May.

John scrunched up his face, laying down his teacup and newspaper on the table. Mollie May had been to the library with Ada that morning to find a book in Italian, her plan was to try and learn a few simple words, although even that was proving near impossible.

She didn't expect to find Tommy in the library, asking for books on the Russian Revolution. She supposed everyone was trying to understand a little bit more about the people they were working with, suspecting that was why the Russian was at Tommy's wedding.

"What, Angel?" John sneered, "He's no bigger than two pence worth of change." Mollie May glared at him from her place behind Polly, "Well, he's big enough to have went to the Boss about your threat." "Ooh, the Boss. Very scary."

"And now he's going around Nechell's telling everybody he's going to kill you." Pol finished for her as John made snarky faces. "This is Lizzie's fault to start with. Tommy's for leaving it up to you." Mollie stared quizzically at Polly. How was this Lizzie's fault, if anything it was John or Tommy's fault for trying to choose who Lizzie should love.

Before Mollie May could jump in with an argument, John slammed the pencil he was scribbling with onto the table. "What are you talking about? We run London, right. We run the north, we run the whole fucking country. What do we care about some fucking Nechells Green Eyeties?"

"Oi." Mollie May blurted loudly causing Polly to twist in her seat and John to look over to her. "You don't run the country." She growled then paused, deciding which words to use. "People let you think you do.

"There are organisations embedded deep in this country that you overlook." She spat, nearing the end of her patients. Her mind roamed to the Cosa Nostra and the structured businesses it ran. The amount of mob families scattered throughout Britain could no doubt take on the Peaky Blinders, who were a single, solitary razor gang that held land in the north and south. Yes, they had defeated the Sabini family, but that was only one of hundreds of Italian families.

The Changretta's were another one of these smaller families, which fed into the Camara family, one of the three main families in Britain.

John and Polly both looked at her to continue, but she dared go no further. "I'm saying no more. Be careful about what you do John, because mark my words, a war will be started over your stupid threats.

The Italians are beginning to get restless and fed up of the Peaky Blinders and their inability to accept change. You need to take this seriously." Her words fell back into her usual whisper, the rage extinguished and she crossed her arms defensively.

Her glared burned a hole into John as she finished, "This is not a joke."

Much to her disappointment, John scoffed, a hint of a smile playing on his lips as he brushed off her warning.

A sinking feeling in her stomach drowned the hope she had that John would listen to her and the Italians. Her eyes rolled at the pointlessness of this meeting and she looked out the window into the busy gambling den as John continued to question Polly.

"What does Arthur say?" John asked her. "That's why I'm here and not him. If he said it, there would be a fight." John went back to his scribbling, trying to ignore Polly's words. "He says, 'apologise.'"

John sniffed and put his fist to his head as he scrunched his face up in anger. "He fucking said what?" he snarled.

"We own the city. But we don't need to rub everybody's noses in it." Mollie May nodded behind Pol, not that John was paying any attention to her. "If the old man decides to make a stand, he might get Sabini feeling sentimental..." a shiver ran down Mollie's spine at the thought.