Created by the devil

Facing fears.

Tommy opens the double wooden doors that give access to the Garrison. His eyes always search for the same green ones. He finds them behind the bar. It isn't the kind of look they exchanged previously. It is a questioning look. He sees his brother standing against the wall with a drink in his hand and makes his way up to him, walking past those green eyes.

Her green eyes follow his blue ones as the two brothers have a conversation. Gia doesn't know how to feel. She knows that he's aware that something is going on, but neither of them seems to be in the mood to talk about it. Arthur laughs before putting his arm around his brother and coming up to the bar.

"What would you guys want?" Micky asks as he leans with one hand against the bar. "Two whiskies is good. We've got something to celebrate." Arthur explains. "What might that be?" Micky serves their drink as the brothers share a look. 

Tommy speaks up after he realizes that Arthur won't tell Micky what they're talking about. "We're taking over the pub, but don't worry, you'll get enough in the place." The brothers take their drinks and leave them be.

"The pub is not for sale." Micky mumbles once the brothers have disappeared into the side room. "It is when you're Tommy Shelby." Gia gives him a sympathetic smile.

After a while, she wants to go into the room the brothers disappeared in to ask if they want some beer or something else. But before she opens the door, she can hear their conversation.

"I'm telling you, Tommy. They all think It's the Peaky Blinders who killed the man. He didn't even have a face anymore." Arthur tells his brother. "I'll deal with it, Arthur." Tommy shushes him.

A spark of adrenaline goes off in her so much that she lets the pail of beer fall to the floor. The sound of the beer splashing everywhere makes her realize that people are watching. She goes to pick it up, but Micky tells her to go clean herself off, so she makes her way to the back of the pub.

She sits down on a big beer barrel and shakes her head. The sound of the bullet leaving the gun still resonates in her head. 

She decides that she doesn't want to face the men in the pub anymore, so she takes her jacket and opens the back door to leave. That's when she sees Tommy standing next to his car, talking to a copper.

"Mr. Campbell wants an explanation. I thought you promised he wouldn't come back." The copper explains. "I'm dealing with it." Tommy smokes his cigarette, not minding the pressure the copper is trying to put on him. "Mr. Campbell thought that you controlled your territories." The officer tells Tommy sternly.

Gia closes her jacket and looks for another way to get away. To her dismay, the only one is where Tommy and the cop are standing. She starts to walk towards the men to get to them when she answers in Tommy's place. "He said he's dealing with it.". The copper looks up at her.

"And who might you be?" The copper challenges her and starts to step dangerously close to her. Gia sighs and keeps on walking, saying, "My name is Changretta. Leave me alone."

She is rewarded with the looks of Tommy and the cop, who is too scared to look her in the eyes. He bows his head and takes off his hat. "I'm sorry, Miss Changretta; I didn't know you were in town." The tall man tells the smaller woman.

"That's the point. I heard that there are some problems. Care to arrange a date with Mr. Shelby to enlighten him on these issues?" She stops and turns around to tell the man. He finally looks up with an unsure face. He is faced with two faces on which no emotion can be detected.

"I'll have to see with Mr. Campbell." The man puts his hat back on. "Do that, dear. Be sure to mention my name. Off you go." She smiles out of politeness. 

"Have a good evening, Miss. Changretta. Tom." He bows his head one more time to the both of them and leaves them standing alone.

She looks up to see that Tommy is already looking at her. "I talk a lot about the bad side of my family, but there are some good sides too." She smiles slightly at Tommy. "Are you going home?" He asks as he puts a hand in his pocket. 

"Care to walk me home?" She questions. He takes one more blow from his cigarette before throwing it away and giving her his arm to hold. She takes it as he starts to lead the way.

Tommy breaks the silence by saying, "You have been smoking more than usual." As he looks straight ahead. Gia sighs but decides to smile instead of acting even more suspicious. "Are you spying on me?"

With no amusement on his face, he stops and looks her straight in the eyes. "Do you have anything to do with the man that was found dead? I have to know for your protection." He asks her seriously as his hands are resting on her shoulders.

Gia takes her time to answer. "No. I don't have anything to do with it." She answers believingly, but Thomas knew better. He lets go of her shoulders and rubs his face with his hand.

"If I find out you did do it-" He starts. "Then what? Thomas?" She, too, starts to get aggravated. He lets go of her completely and stops again, saying, "Then I won't be able to help you anymore. They're out for anyone's head, and your lying isn't going to help."

 Gia holds her jacket close to her. "You know I'm lying; that's what we do. We lie. We denie." He looks up at her. They hold each other's gaze for a couple of seconds before she starts walking towards him. She bumps against his shoulder but keeps on marching home. Tommy sighs and rubs his face once more.

After a couple of minutes, Gia arrives home, aggravated and tired of everything that's been happening. She throws her jacket on the back of her settee and sits down before hearing someone knock on her door. She sighs loudly before standing up and opening the door in one swift motion. "What?" She asks.

He doesn't leave her time to talk. "I don't say it often, but I'm sorry. Everything you are, I'm worse. I've cut, shot, and murdered men before. I'm not a good man. I have problems, a lot of them. But you are not one of them." He is wet from the rain that is pouring from the sky. The raindrops start rolling down the side of his face. 

A view that both an angel and a devil couldn't resist.

Gia can't make the words leave her mouth. She takes him by the lapels of his vest and pulls him close to her. Her lips melt into his. His hands find their way to her waist. She backs away, taking him with her. He closes the door with his foot once he is inside without breaking the kiss.

She doesn't care that he is wet because she wants him here and now. She takes off his vest. His hand blindly finds the sideboard behind her and clears whatever is on it. He lifts her up swiftly and sits her on it.

That's when both of them open their eyes and stare into their own personal heaven. He starts to take off her blouse when she suddenly stops him. "Tsk, you've got to earn it."

He looks back into her green eyes and wonders if she was created by the devil. Created purposely to torture him.