"Hello Alfie," I stand next to him, pointing Tommy's gun at the Jewish gangster's head. "Ah, shite... Katerina. How nice to see you again darlin'," Alfie chuckles. "Shut up! You used me. I cared for you and you used me! I'm not some fooking whore Alfred."
"Give me the gun Kat," Tommy reaches out for me. "No! Stay back. This is between me and Alfie. You should'nae gotten involved. I shouldn't have gotten you involved Tommy." I swing around to Tommy. "Kat, give me the gun. I told you we'd deal with Alfie. Now hand me the fookin' gun,"
"Go on luv," Alfie goads. "Shoot me. You can shoot can'nae?" I aim for just above his left shoulder and pull the trigger. The shot echoes through the room. "Bloody 'ell! Tommy do something about your bitch,"
Thomas looks at me, amusement dancing across his eyes. "She's not mine. But she is under our protection." I give Alfie a hate-filled glare. "Next time I'll hit you."
"Kat give me the gun," Tommy comes up behind me and wraps an arm around my waist. I let down my guard slightly. But before I can pull it back, Tommy's disarmed me.
"Let me have him! I should be the one to put a bullet through his skull,"
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Birmingham Rhapsody
FanfictionWarning ⚠️ Language reflects the time periods and any slang terms that go with it. Switches perspectives frequently.
