Heaven On Hold | Peaky Blinders

Whatever Side She's On

Such a long time past since I had last seen the genius man and I just wanted him to hold me in these strange times. I rushed to the broad neatly dressed man and technically jumped on top of him, him holding me tightly and letting his wooden cane fall to the black gravel road in the process.

"Rio?! Oh, thank god, darling, you're alright." His hand shifted to my back and held me even closer as he placed soft butterfly kisses on the top of my head. "I missed you, sweetheart."

"I missed you too, Alfie."

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"Stretch your legs, Treacle." Alfie ordered, caring for his companion and he let his hands glide down my upper arms to rest on my hips. "Fuck me, it looks like he's grown since we've left London. He's like a mushroom, ain't he? He grows in the dark." Alfie enthusiastically rattled on, putting on the show I knew so well, and the huge man ahead of him climbed out of the small car with effort.

"Need a piss." He whined, a pretty light voice for his appearance.

"Do you? Yeah, well, this place is a shithole, yeah. So, why don't you just knock yourself out?" Alfie replied, now letting go of me and leaning against his red and black car. "Where is everyone?" He once again questioned and I smiled before I shrugged.

"No idea to be honest. I arrived here to rest and then out of a sudden I spotted you." I sweetly stated and took in the well dressed man. Aside from his well mannered clothing and hat, he appeared to be worn out and his face had strange scars and marks. "Alfie, you're okay?"

"Ishmael, please, will you hit the call of prayer?" He cut me off while the sweet man then winked at me for no reason as he commanded his friend around.

"Alfie, what ar-..." I was cut off by a loud car horn that was being honked and I slapped my forehead.
Sometimes he still manages it to truly surprise me. Nothing happened once however and Alfie bit his inner cheek, clearly not satisfied with the results.

"Well, hit it." He encouraged Ishmael, but it didn't seem enough as he glared at his companion disappointingly from under his fedora hat. "Thank you. Thank you." Alfie himself made his way towards the car horn and it felt like he infinitely was able to press it, never withdrawing his hand to rest and silence the streets for a second. It went on and on and on and on and on and on and finally I decided to cover my ears to stop the monotonous sound from entering my now bleeding ears. It turned out I wasn't the only one who died from the noise because suddenly Tommy joined the foggy streets with firm strides and slammed the door shut behind him. Couldn't he have arrived a little earlier?

"Morning, Alfie." Tommy calmly spoke and I closed my eyes, embracing the sudden peaceful silence.

"Yeah, it is. It is." He nodded. How come everybody is in fucking bed?"

"So this must be Goliath? Right." Tommy completely ignored Alfie's question and pushed his way through the small group of formal dressed Jews. "Let me introduce you to David. This way, boys."

"I assume that David's out of bed." He shouted after Tommy and held his cane into the air to hook it around a part of my waist and pull me along.

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"Oh, now, the problem, right, between rum and gin is that gin, it leads to the melancholy." Alfie passionately talked Tommy's ears off and his hand swung through the air to strengthen his words. "Whereas rum incites violence and also allows you to be liberated from your self-doubt. Now I hear you're probably more in need of the old rum at the moment rather than gin, mate." Suddenly bird wings fluttered across the room and the little animal squawked. "Oh, dear. Tommy, you've got fucking starlings, mate. You know that? That shit will rot your pipework." Alfie loaded his revolver and aimed at the sky as I let my hand trail down his arm, trying to stop him. "These bastard only understand one language."