Peaky Blinders Imagines

"You were with her again...weren't you?"

"You were with her again...weren't you?"

Warnings// Mentions of cheating, a bit of Lizzie hating, cursing, drama, Tommy being his normal cold self, Lizzie being smug, the word Whore being used, mentions of violent actions, reader is sort of unhinged, mentions of sexual content, nothing too detailed

Requested// No

Things to know// Y/n-Your/name

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     It was late. And your husband wasn't home, again. You sat on the couch in your living room, a bottle of whiskey sitting on the floor next to your feet half empty. You knew. You knew he was with her again. First it was his secretary. It didn't take long to figure out. With all of the looks she'd give you, as if she knew something you didn't, as if she was in on something with your husband. Sometimes she'd even proudly and loudly proclaim that Tommy was over at her house a few nights ago, a knowing smirk on her face as her eyes dragged over your form. Whether she was telling the truth or not, you weren't sure. But what you were sure of was the fact that every now and then your husband would be out late and coming home smelling of Lizzie.

     But recently, her smell seemed to be clinging onto him more often now. You knew your husband was keeping something from you. You knew he was sleeping with Lizzie every here and there. It used to be much worse when he first came home from the war. It used to be a different whore every night. He claimed that he didn't want to hurt you, he could be as rough as he wanted with those girls, but he wanted to remain calm and gentle with you. It was something you didn't mind at the time. You understood. But after he hired Lizzie as a secretary and told her to keep her legs closed, and then stopped seeing other night workers all together, it was now starting to bother you. It was like he staked his claim on her and she was reveling in being Thomas Shelby's personal whore. She didn't mind being bent over his desk most days a week and then rubbing it in your face.  She definitely made sure you knew your husband was still using her, despite his words of, "No more whoring yourself around" to her.

     You've tried talking to Tommy about it, about how uncomfortable it made you feel when he slept with her. Everytime he blew you off, claiming that he wasn't sleeping with her or using the excuse of business being rough so he needed to be a little more rough. He always said he loved you. He married you for a reason. He doesn't want Lizzie. But it was starting to get to you.  Everybody knew Lizzie has a thing for your husband, even Tommy knew. For all you knew he could have reveled in it. Having every women's attention on him. You let out another sigh as you quickly lit another cigarette, inhaling deeply, letting the nicotine to rush into your lungs.

It was then that you heard the front door unlock. You slowly let the smoke out of your lungs as your husband's footsteps grew louder. You lazily watched as the smoke drifted towards the ceiling, not bothering to look towards your husband. "You were with her again...weren't you?" Was the first thing that escaped your lips, which of course caused Tommy to roll his eyes. He was not wanting to have this conversation again. He cleared his throat, his eyes turning frosty as they settled on your relaxed form. "This again Y/n?" He watched as your eyes raked across his figure, taking in every wrinkle and misplaced button. "You don't even have the decency to try and hide your fucking affair." Thomas could feel his eyes roll into the back of his head.

"It's just for business Y/n, as I've said." Was all he answered. "Oh? Was May Carleton also business Tommy? How about Jessie Eden? Was she business too? Or that Russian fucking Duchess who you fucked in OUR bed...was she business as well Thomas?" Thomas didn't like how calm your voice was. You still had yet to meet his eye. Tommy just stood, watching at your unmoving form. He had no words to offer this time. He wasn't even sure how you knew about Duchess Petrovna in the first place. Though knowing how crazy and out of her mind the duchess is, he wouldn't be surprised if she personally sent you a letter about their nights together.