𝗂𝖿 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗇𝗌. / P.B

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐅𝐢𝐯𝐞.

— 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐲𝐧.

Evie's attackers were never heard of again, if what Evie had eavesdropped from Michael were true. No one asked questions, they knew the Peaky Blinders had blighted them, and everyone moved on just like that.

Just as life similarly moved on for Evie; it'd been a few months now and Evie was getting used to being the daughter of a gang member. Well, Polly would argue she wasn't; just the treasurer of Shelby Brothers Limited.

Since Small Heath learnt that Evie was Polly's daughter, they stayed well clear, and didn't even look at her wrong. Evie felt protected, especially after the horrific attack that'd haunt her. However, she sometimes missed feeling like a normal person— instead of royalty.

She hadn't made any new friends, however, she'd grown considerably closer to Michal, and his friend, Isaiah. He was flirty and vulgar, but charming. He grew on Evie; he was like another brother. Being an only child in her previous life, she felt the more the merrier.

Evie didn't see Arthur and Linda, nor John, and she tried to stay clear of Tommy (unfortunately, his young son had gone missing which was all the more reason to stay away), however, she had connected with the fiery Esme. After she'd treated Evie during her attack, Evie had grown to respect the outspoken, little woman. Evie would normally come down to help at the betting shop, so she and Esme could chat despite the age difference.

Evie felt her life was shifting into place, which made her scared and confused. As if she was betraying her old parents by calling Polly 'mum', she still hadn't.

Evie, Michael And Isaiah — thick as thieves — were in the Garrison at the bar, rather than the booth, enjoying themselves. Michael And Isaiah with their beers, and Evie with her token gin.

"So, you're telling me you've never been to London, Evie?" Michael asked, shocked.

"Never," Evie shook her head, and smiled softly.

"We'll just have to get your little arse down there, eh, Evie?" Isaiah flirted as he zoned in on Evie, but Michael punched his arm, and all three chuckled with good humour.

Michael shook his head, smiling, "He wasn't completely talking out of his arse, though. Fancy a trip down to London with me, 'Eves?"

Evie met his identical eyes, and couldn't hide her enthusiasm, "I'd love to, Micheal!"

"I guess I'm invited too, then," Isaiah crowed, swinging his whiskey down his throat.

"Obviously not," Michael scoffed, shaking his head, chortling.

"Fine then. I'd rather spend my day with a girl, anyway," He said smugly, before laughing.

"When do we leave, Michael?" Evie asked, feeling more excited than she had in a long time.

Michael smiled at her happiness, "Hold your horses, Evie. How about Friday? It's my day off,"

Evie agreed cheerily, "That works for me."

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Friday rocked around quickly, and Michael was waiting for his sister in his car, outside the house. She soon appeared, plain dress, but with a nice coat.

They greeted each other, and drove with haste down to London, specifically, Camden Town. It was near the Thames, which Evie wanted to see.

They spent the whole day walking and sight-seeing, Evie with quiet awe, and Michael with proudness, to have his baby sister back home— to be taking her out.