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

12| Lunch with the Kings

The white tiled walls, floors and ceilings of the hospital seemed to make Angels agonising screams pierce louder through the still air. The smell of disinfectant burned at Mollie Mays nose as she made her way down the hall towards the screams.

Angel had a ward all to himself, with guards scattered throughout the floor and five nurses struggling to hold him still as they cleaned his wounds. The sun streamed in from the windows in the wards and cast eerie shadows into the hall.

An elderly man dressed in a camel-coloured coat stood talking in hushed whispers to one of his men when Mollie May approached him. He quickly sent the soldier away and turned to face Mollie May with a scowl on his wrinkled face.

At first, she thought his disgust and anger was directed at her but when he started to talk to her, she could hear the warmth in his voice. He didn't care that she wasn't Italian, or that she didn't speak Italian, or that she had only recently been made, or that she was a woman. All he cared was that she was a representative of George King.

He shook her hand kindly and smiled a tight closed lip smile, as if he was in pain. "Did you receive many casualties last night?" she asked him in a low whisper. He nodded, his eyes wide, "We lost the Five Bells but managed to keep the Wrexham. Most only had minor injuries and inflicted minor injuries."

More wails echoed through the ward door and out into the hall where they stood. Mollie grimaced at Angels pained shrieks which rattled through her body. "How is he?" Vicente Changretta nodded sadly at her with a relieved glint in his eye, "He will live. Although he has lost sight in both his eyes." Mollie flinched at the thought which was carried on more screams. "He will never again be able to see his mother or brother because of these sick bastards." His thick accent carried through on his voice and she lowered her head out of shame. "And this is all over some girl that left him anyway. No doubt she was ordered to leave him."

Mollie May agreed before moving the conversation back to the pubs. "Keep your men posted around your pubs in Nechells. We don't think the Peaky Blinders will attack again after last night, but it's safer to be sure. Move all your money out of any restaurants or clubs in the area, in case they try to take them too. You can store your money here." She handed him a folded piece of paper George had given her the day before.

It had the address to a warehouse owned by the Cosa Nostra outside Sheffield. She slipped it into his hand and turned so that she could lean slightly against the wall. She watched the nurses that rushed back and forward, "George is sending soldiers to Nechells too. He says not to make any rash decisions and to let him deal with the Peaky Blinders."

Mr. Changretta placed his hand on her shoulder in thanks, which made her turn to face him again. "George has picked the best. You will do well in this business, I believe." He smiled at her with a mix of grief and reassurance swirling in his eyes, before dropping his hand and leaving her side. He pushed open the door of Angels ward releasing a chorus of anagonising screams into the hallway, which crawled down Mollie Mays spine in a cold shiver.

After her trip to the hospital, Mollie May made her way straight to George's house for lunch with him and his wife. He had said it was no big deal, but Mollie May could tell from the smile in his voice it meant a lot to him.

Michael 'Potential' Donnette, one of the soldiers under Aldinio's command, volunteered to drive her to George's house as she had yet to buy a car for herself. He was only twenty-one with the warmest chocolate hazel eyes she had ever seen. His floppy brown hair was growing over his eyes and he had to brush it back every couple of minutes.