Heavy is the Head ||A Peaky Blinder Fanfic||

21| The Young Bosses Problems

John arrived the next morning honking the horn wildly as he drove up the little lane to 3 Kings Road. Mollie May groaned, hearing them coming from the back porch where she had just come in from feeding her new horse which had arrived from Don Rossi's earlier that week.

It was a beautiful black mare, with a gorgeous black mane which seemed to dance every time she shook her head. She had white markings running up to her knees and because of this Don Rossi had called her Socks. Socks was a clever horse, with an inquisitive attitude and kept Mollie May company for most of the day when she was home.

John clambered out of the car and banged on the door. Mollie May appeared a couple of seconds after the persistent banging, yanking the door away from John before he could bang it again, to reveal both John and Arthur standing looking at her with silly grins.

"Oh, yeah, Arthur wanted to come too. Apparently, he couldnt wait till the meeting to see you." John smirked and Arthur pinched him, pushing past him to wrap Mollie May into a hug. "You okay?" "Why does everyone keep asking me that? I'm fine!" she laughed.

Arthur took her in, his eyes wandering over her features like he hadn't seen her in forever. He ran his thumb over the scar on the corner of her mouth, his eyes wide. "What happened to your face?" She brushed his hand away, stuffing her left hand in her coat pocket hoping he didn't see her missing finger.

"I cut myself accidentally." She muttered and headed to the car, desperate to push the attention elsewhere. She knew John and Arthur would only make matters worse between the Italians and the Shelby's if she told them what had happened. "I'm driving." She yelled before John could jump into the driver seat. "No your not! You're a terrible driver." "She's a great driver." Arthur disagreed as she opened the door.

"John, two against one, I win. I'm driving." John huffed as she got into the driver seat. He got into the passenger seat and buckled himself in tightly, bracing himself with his arms against the dash board. Arthur hopped into the back seat casually and stuck his head in between Mollie and John, a massive smile on his face.

"Just, be careful." John told her as she set off down the lane. "I'm always careful. Careful is my middle name." "Even though you're just after telling us you accidentally cut your mouth open. Which, by the way, I don't believe for a second." Arthur interrupted her.

Mollie May shrugged it off, her eyes fixed on the road. "And anyway, what did you cut your mouth on, its not like you shave. You must have been eating something incredibly sharp to cut the corner of your mouth open by like two inches." Mollie May hushed him, "You keep distracting me and I'll crash." John was quiet immediately, not wanting her to scratch or dent his car.

The arguing continued as they made their way to Tommy's house, Arthur nagging from the back seat about the scar on her mouth and John yelling at him to shut up, wincing every time the car went over a pot-hole too quick. "Holy fuck!" John suddenly blurted, startling Mollie May who slammed on the brakes, sending everyone flying. "What?" Mollie May spun around with wide eyes, wondering what had happened. John just gaped at her; his mouth open.

He reached for her hand, holding her wrist tightly when she tried to pull it away. Arthur looked down and his mouth dropped open, "What the fuck happened." "And don't say nothin." John finished for Arthur, both of them staring between her and the stump of what was left of her ring finger.

She snatched her hand back with a sigh. She turned back to the road and rested her hands on the steering wheel, wondering if she should tell them what happened. She decided against it, afraid of what John or Arthur might do and started the car again, heading towards Tommys house.

"Look, it's no big deal. Just forget about it." "Forget about it!" Arthur fumed in the back seat, "Someone's fucking cut your fucking finger off!" Mollie May considered getting out of the car and walking, it may be the slower option but at least it would be quieter. She looked in the rear-view mirror to see Arthurs red face growing more worked up every second.