Back in the action Bonnie was winning. It had been a complete turn around - nothing Steph had expected. He was punching the large man over and over in the face and stomach in some sort of repetitive pattern.
"Go on Bonnie!" She shouted, returning to her seat. He was throwing punch after punch, beating his opponent to the ground as the crowd went wild, like ravens and a dead corpse.
Steph's eyes were peeled around. She knew they weren't here, she would have known if they were after all. Tommy was worrying for no reason, although he would always be worried as he hadn't had insight information as Steph did.
She searched the perimeter of the boxing room quickly before her eyes returned onto Bonnie striking a punch into the mans jaw - blood spilling out into the ring. Her eyes trailed to Lizzie which winced at the sight, then down to her stomach, observing. She wasn't showing yet.
The end of round bell rang, shaking her out of her trance. She watched as both men returned to their corners, ushers of their teams at their side dabbing them down and feeding them water with their trainers at their ear like an earwig.
After a moment the two men were back up and ready to fight again. The crowd became loud once again as the two men bounced on the balls of their feet. The bell rung and the round was started
Out the corner of her eye she saw a figure sauntering off into one of the back rooms. Focusing her eyes, she watched Arthur walk off shadily, hiding his face and watching in case anyone had followed him.
She immediately stood up and pushed her way through the crowds to follow, trying not to lose where he went into as the crowd jumped up and down in front of her.
She followed him down the narrow hallway, lit up only with blue flickering lights. An uneasy feeling brewed in her stomach. She clasped onto her gun for safety precautions. Although, she wasn't quite sure why she was nervous. She knew they weren't here. They couldn't be.
Arthurs arm slinked round a corner -- giving Steph an indication on where he sneaked away to.
Steph quickly checked down the other way in case anyone from the Blinders had followed them or even were already before. She discovered this was one if the ways into the men's locker room. Steph gave it a quick once over, checking for anything suspicious.
A clatter.
A choke.
Steph's head cocked, confused. Until she heard more choking and a bang against the wall. She assumed it was some kind of fighting. Who would he be fighting with if the Changretta's hadn't come?
Steph pulled her gun out and ran quickly down the corridor, cocking it on the way round.
She poked her head round, seeing as Arthur was being choked to death using chicken wire. And the person doing the choking? One of Luca's distant cousins. Her faced scrunched -- delirium. Was she supposed to shoot him?
His eyes caught hers. His expression spoke the words for him. "Ha, bet you didn't get told this part." along with his smirk.
She bit her lip, fuming on the situation. The bullet pierced through the air and into the mans chest. His body collapsed down onto the ground, bleeding out.
It must have been seconds before Tommy came through, going straight towards Arthur. Steph stood in silence -- the cheers of the crowd too noisy, even from another room.
Tommy was yelling for Arthur to wake up. All Steph could do was stand.
She shouldn't have done that. She'll be in big trouble for doing that. James would kill her -- try to at least before he had a change in heart.
Polly came running through, ushering her away and back towards the boxing match.
It was emptying out as Polly ran back towards where Arthur and Tommy was.
Steph sat down, biting her lip and shoving the gun harshly into her pocket. "Fuck." She cursed, running her fingers through her hair in frustration.
She had no self control. She worked off her emotions. She never used to work from her emotions. Not since she began working with Tommy. What was going on with her?
She stood, kicking the chairs over hand throwing them around in a tantrum. She would have carried on if it wasn't for Tommy appearing beside her, grabbing both sides of her arms.
"Stop. Stop." He told her, shaking her harshly. Steph looked at his expression. He looked tired- hurt. "Arthur-" he swallowed, "Arthur is dead."
A coldness washed over Steph's entire body. "What?"
"He's dead. You weren't there in time." His tone was icy.
Steph's face scrunched. She wasn't sad he was dead. She didn't even know him that well, but why would Tommy blame her? "Mr Shelby, I tried my best in-"
"Oh fuck off with the whole 'Mr Shelby' crap as if I haven't had u straddled over me. I don't care if you want to keep things professional, it's gone way past that so the least you could do is call me by my name." He snapped, pacing away from her. "You weren't there in time. Why?"
He moved towards her again, gripping tightly onto her. "Tell me why!" His voice boomed and echoed across the room.
Steph was unfazed. "I tried my best." She shook him off, pushing gently at his chest with her index finger. "Do not touch me again." She spat, turning to leave.
"Alright fuck off then! First you kill my brother then can't even face the conversation. It's pointless you coming back, Steph."
"Shut up Tommy. You're upset right now. I'll talk to you another time."
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Destruction || Peaky Blinders
Fanfic"You are too beautiful for your own good. That's why you destroy everything you touch." There was one thing you were told if you were in a known gang in England. Beware of Steph Vanslow.
