Created by the devil

Devious women.

Gia never answered his question, as it seemed crazy to her. 'Do this whole fucking together', she recalls as she thinks about today's incident.

Her brother practically threatened her today, for in their eyes, she was almost betraying the family. It seems crazy to her how something can run out of hand so easily. You just have to say the wrong thing or look the wrong way, and you're out.

Then, on the other side, there is this mysterious man...

He was made by God and put into her life. As simple as that. Now, she has to figure out for herself where he can fit into her life. 

Her train of thought is cut short when she hears heels come into the Garrison. She walks out of the office to be met with an older, beautiful woman, Polly Shelby.

Polly looks straight at her. If she didn't know how to hold herself in situations like this, Gia would be intimidated. Knowing how untrustworthy the woman is of her, she starts the conversation. 

Not faced by Polly's facial expression. "What can I do for you?" Her voice sounds soft in the empty bar.

"You believe, right?" Polly dodges her question and directly gets down to business. "I do." Gia answers shortly. 

"Good, I've heard some things about you." Polly starts. "Is that so? Only good things, I hope." Gia goes on with cleaning the Garrison. "Oh, they're things, alright." Polly mumbles.

"Devious women never leave a good impression, you know." Polly goes on. "Well, if you want something done, you've got to do it yourself." Gia explains, her new york accent slipping on the 'to do'. 

"Isn't that right." Polly lights her cigarette and sits down at the bar.

"The things I heard are the things a believer shouldn't be doing." Polly becomes serious again, even though she never truly smiled before. 

"I don't know what you heard, but don't we all sin a little?" She tells the woman, unfaced. Gia is listening but not making it obvious of how attentive she is being. 

That's why being distracted during the conversation makes it easier.

"I like you, but I'm not sure on which side you are." Polly admits that as she sees a little bit of herself in Gia, hens the question. 

"I'm on nobody's side." Gia's answers were short and thought-out. Her voice is calm, and so are her facial expressions. Her beautiful features make it look natural.

"Can I ask a question?" Gia turns the table around. "Go ahead." Polly puts her cigarette out in an ashtray. 

"How was my father when you met him?" Gia's question caught Polly off guard. She takes a while to respond. "He danced and smiled. I loved the idea of love. But that's what makes us women foolish, looking for heaven in this sinful world."

"How did you know?" Polly asks. "I didn't; it was an assumption. Your facial expressions betrayed you, and I recall my father passing by Birmingham on his business trips. Leaving his wife and children alone at home. He did used to smile, but then the war happened. No man came back smiling. I guess that's what happened with Tommy." Gia answers.

"John's a good kid; Arthur tries, but Tommy's different. Do you love him?" Polly asks, as the conversation has taken a a more serious turn. 

"What is love?" Gia answers shortly. "I would drink on that." Polly acts like she has a glass full of bubbles in her hand.

"John's getting married soon enough. We need women to welcome the new bride. I'm almost sure Ada's not coming. Why don't you come by?" She says as she stands up. 

"Why is everyone getting married?" Gia mumbles as she raises her eyebrows. "You don't seem excited. Don't you want to get married?" Polly questions with a smirk. 

"Once the last man on this earth has taken his last breath, I'll get married." Gia laughs.

The marriage between her parents was as beautiful as they wanted it to be. 

They did love each other, but once one of them turned their back on the other, one of them started to feel lonely, which means that a lot of dilly boys and whores were involved in their private lives. 

Now, what would be fun about love if it were easy?

Even people like Gia, her parents, and Polly think of love as a miracle in one's life. 

It's like a pill you'll take once and be addicted to for the rest of your life. Always to be relieved of your pain when you're in your true love's arms. 

There is only one man in this world who isn't in love with the idea of love itself, and that man is Thomas Shelby.