Created by the devil

A deal with the devil.

It's safe to say that Gia has adapted well to the work life. She always had a busy schedule because of work, but this is different. She needs to go and get her groceries herself, go to the baker herself, and actually work with her hands.

 It is a big change that a lot of people won't easily get used to. You have to have a lot of will for something to go against everything you've ever known.

Her hand reaches for the handle of the door, but she stops in her track. The door is open a crack. She decides against her intuition and goes around the pub to go through the back. She holds her hand on the gun in her handbag.

Step-by-step, she walks past the cellars, then past the two offices into the bar. She doesn't know who to expect; the only thing she knows is that there are only three people with keys. Herself, Micky, and Thomas—she might have expected the latter man.

She sees the silhouette of a slender-looking man sitting on a chair. It is only once she gets closer and sees the material of the vest he is wearing and the hat on the table that she recognizes the man.

It was none other than her oldest brother, Luca Changretta. The tall figure gets into a standing pose before turning around. He opens his arms to welcome his beloved sister. Gia puts her handbag on a table without taking her eyes off his smug-looking face. 

She starts to walk closer to him, but she takes her time greeting him. With every kiss on the cheek that she gives him, her image of him becomes worse. 

They don't call him the bull for nothing. The man can't keep his anger in check.

"Mia cara sorella." He smiles slightly. His dry voice would send shivers down anyone's spine, but not Gia's. She grew up with the man; he is her brother, her blood.

"I didn't expect you here, Fratello." She tells him. "Well, the trip wasn't planned. So I couldn't announce it. I stopped on my way over to China. I've been sent over there for business. You should've known that." He comments before sitting back down with a sigh.

These little stings happen often between the two siblings. They do, of course, love each other, deep, very deep down. "Does that mean that you won't be back before Angel's marriage?" She asks as she puts her vest away.

"That's what I wanted to talk about with you, Sorella. But first, let's talk about this place. Come lo trovi qui?" He asks with a toothpick in his mouth. "Va bene. It's different." She answers. "Good different? Good enough to leave home, different?" He lifts a brow. 

"What's your point, Luca?" She asks when she turns back around to face him. "I have just heard something that can affect your reputation, so I was worried. Non posso incolpare un fratello per aver protetto la sua famiglia." He smirks.

As she is about to answer with some less sweet words, the door handle turns, and the door opens. There walks in a man with ocean-blue eyes. "You must be Thomas Shelby." Her brother immediately caught on and goes to give the man a hand. 

"Am. And you are?" Tommy is caught a little off guard. "Luca, Luca Changretta. Brother of Giovanna." He presents himself. 

Tommy finds it odd to hear her full name; no one calls her like that here. To him, she's just Gia. It can also be a hard name to pronounce for non-Italian people, so she always shortens it.

Tommy looks the man up and down. He takes the cigarette out of his mouth and puts it in the ashtray on his left. He takes Lucas hand and shakes it firmly. "Of course, call me Tommy." he tells him. "Andrà bene." The brother smiles. 

He turns around and kisses his sister goodbye. "Ti chiamerò più tardi. Fai scelte sagge, sorella." He warns her. "Posso badare a me stesso. Sei sicuro di poter fare lo stesso?" She challenges him. He laughs in return as he looks down at his little sister. 

With one more swing of his hat to greet the room, he walks over to the door. He opens it but stops "I'll see you soon enough, Sorella." Before closing the door behind him.

Gia takes a breath she didn't know she was holding. Tommy's eyes lift from the door and end on Gia. "What?" She asks as she feels his eyes on her. "Just wondering what he was doing here." He explains it to her honestly. 

"I would love to say I didn't know." She answers softly. They keep eye contact until Gia can feel some kind of heat spreading on her cheeks.

"Where are you off to?" She asks as she starts to take the chairs off the tables. "I'm off to make a deal with the devil." He slightly grins. "Come on, Polly isn't that bad." She jokes and gets a little smile out of him. 

"This devil loves mushrooms and is over 50." He says as he sits on the chair, She just put down. "Mhh." She says occupied. She looks up at him once all her chairs are on the ground. She decides to walk over to him.

"What are you thinking about?" She sits down on a chair next to him. "Everything and nothing. I'm trying to prevent a war without offering everyone in my family up. An everyday task." He breathes out sarcastically.

"Sometimes hurting people is the best you can do. You may seem like the bad guy at first, but if everyone comes out better in the end, are you really the bad guy then?" She explains it to him, but some part of her is expecting an answer. 

"Do you want to work for me?" He asks her, lost in her gaze. "No, but I could ask you the same." She grins. 

"I didn't phrase that right." He shakes his head, looking down, before looking back up and taking her hands. "Do you want to work with me, eh? Do this whole fucking thing with me. We just got our first legal betting license. You can help me." 

She looks him back into the eyes of temptation, the answer wanting to roll off her tongue. "Please?" Her smile finds its way back to her lips.

He doesn't waste another second before moving forward and bringing her soft lips to his in a kiss. A hand presses slightly but firmly at the same time on her cheek. 

Is this what being made for one person feels like?