"Alfie Solomon if you and what's left of your boys don't leave Birmingham in the next 24 hours I'll send Arthur to finish the job. And if you ever touch Katrina again I'll personally kill you myself," I say icily. "Why you bothering to protect this fookin' whore, you Gypsy bastard."
That's it. I tried to keep this between men.
I shoot him in the shoulder. "Ah fuck! You fookin' shot me!" I pull out another cigarette and light it. "Aye, I did. And I'll do it again if you don't leave my bar in the next ten seconds," Alfie stands, gripping his shoulder. "Who the fuck you think you are?" he says. "I'm Thomas fooking Shelby. Ten seconds." Alfie walks to the door. "Nine," Tommy calls out.
The Jewish gang leader scrambles to get out to the main bar area. "Eight!" Curious, I look out the door and down the short hallway into the bar. Alfie's knocked a few chairs over in his haste to leave. "Seven!" The heavy front door of the Garrison opens and slams shut, the sound echoing off the walls of the mostly empty bar.
I return to Tommy's office. He's still sitting at his desk. He shuffles around a few files on the desktop. I go and kiss his cheek gently. "Thank you,". He looks up at me. "How did you get in with someone like Alfie anyway? You're not a whore. And I know everyone he's associated with." He tosses the pile of files in his hand aside and leans back in his chair.
I take the opportunity to sit on his lap. "It's a long story... we can talk over dinner." He nods and pulls me down for a kiss.
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Birmingham Rhapsody
FanfictionWarning ⚠️ Language reflects the time periods and any slang terms that go with it. Switches perspectives frequently.
