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TOMMY SHELBY WAS STILL RACING IN HER mind on repeat. He was like a drug — one sample and you were done for. No conversation was needed, he seemed intrigued enough that it could be dangerous, but Delilah Murphy was one person who loved danger. The steel blue eyes, the dark hair, and clean shaved face were things girls fell for, and knowing he had heaps on girls at beck and call annoyed her, knowing she had to turn up the charm. Delilah didn't know what she wanted from him yet, but she would figure it out as she went. He was on her mind as she walked back to her home, lingering as she placed everything she bought onto her table.Her mind was too preoccupied to start making herself a new dress, choosing to open the bottle of bourbon Polly had gotten her for her birthday. It was quite expensive, but the Shelby's could afford it, their dangerous lifestyle paying for everything they need plus more.
She sat in her chair next to the fire, rocking slowly back and forth, thinking about the smallest things possible. What should I have for dinner? What should I get Finn for his birthday? The Finn gift was a mystery and she was running out of time, his birthday being in less than two weeks. The small bout had tons of energy, and ruined everything he touched, it was just the way boys worked. Delilah had to find the perfect gift, one that he wouldn't grow out of and one that he couldn't ruin within ten minutes. A hat. Of course, a peaky hat. Was there anything better than being able to fit in with your 'role models'? Nope. She let out a loud sigh, her feet killed from all the walking she did, but she still made her way to her sewing room, shifting through patterns. There was no way in hell Delilah was going to be putting a razor blade into the seam of the cap, but she could sew his name on the inside. She picked out a small royal blue thread — Finn's favorite color — and got to work.
She spent hours on the hat, trying to make it perfect. She was satisfied with her work, well what she could see through her hooded eyes. When the hat hit the ground, she figured that it was time to go to bed, slipping the hat onto the table, making a mental note to wrap it in the morning. Delilah barely made it to her room without falling down the stairs, her body swaying from her eyes constantly shutting on their own accord. She slipped off her dress from the day, placing a night gown on her body, slipping into bed. A smile grew on her face at the comfort of her bed, falling asleep instantly.Delilah woke up to the birds chirping and the morning sun peaking in through the curtains, finding its way onto her face, blinding her. She let out a small groan, her bones cracking under the pressure of the large stretch she was doing. Delilah let out a huff, falling back onto the bed, wishing that she could fall back asleep, wanting to hide under her warm covers, but she couldn't. Her bare feet hit the cool wooden floors, the noise of them hitting the ground with each step echoed through the bedroom as she found her way to the closet, and picked out her daily outfit. It wasn't a lot, but it was enough to have men wonder what it was like under the dress ( they would only find a gun ).
