𝐖𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝐎𝐅 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝗉𝖾𝖺𝗄𝗒 𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌

ix. s t r a t e g y

t h e   w o m e n   o f   w h i t e
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act one — eight
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1919

the young women's

day had been struck boring since every member of the pub ran to fix their broken plates. edith knew very well that thomas wouldn't be happy with the disruption the copper caused. shoulders were more tense among the peaky clan as the copper grew smarter amongst them. however, that worry didn't burden the young women as she knew that thomas was smarter. as was she.

slumped upon the bar edith's head rested on her dainty hand with a pout. she'd almost assumed it was her imagination when the doors swung open but as those icy eyes met her warm brown ones; she knew she wasn't day-dreaming.

his eyes ran along her face, brows knitted tightly, lips turned into a full pout and the small caramel ringlets that framed her face. thomas wasn't familiar with the warmth he felt within the woman's presents. though however unfamiliar it was, the shelby man couldn't help but crave it. thus why the man himself stood before the barmaid.

— "polly filled you in i guess?" her slightly husky voice questioned breaking thomas out of his trance. he continued to let his gaze rest upon her petite frame as she moved the get them a bottle of whiskey.

with a slow saunter he approached the bar stool, never breaking his eyes from hers. he nodded his head slightly. "He's smart." thomas grumbled as he took a seat before throwing back his whiskey.

narrowing her black eyes at the man, edith hummed in thought. "you need to retaliate in order to bargain." she stated lowly her own eyes covered in a thoughtful haze. "something big, public, let him know you aren't some petty criminal out for the extra shilling." as thomas listened to her words he couldn't help but agree.

lighting a cigarette, a crease of thought rested between his brows. "get finn, i want all the kings frames at watery lane in an hour." he demanded quite sharply as his shuffled through his pockets. dropping a pound on the table without questions the gangster made his exit.

"I don't need charity, thomas!" edith shouted after the man cheekily.

icy eyes caught edith's as thomas swung on the door to face her. "think of it as a tip, eh? for your good thinking." scratching his head slightly thomas waited her response. a itchy feeling arouse in his stomach as he watched the small grin painted upon her face.

thomas shelby was a man of control but within her dark eyes and menacing smile the gangster was completely drowning.

hey, so this is a super short chapter but I started writing it time ago but couldn't be bothered finishing it so here it is!

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