Created by the devil

Crown of a king.

Gia has been sitting in front of the phone for two hours now. With every second, her hope declines and her stress increases. Should she leave? What happened to Mario? Is everyone aware of this?

Tommy can't take it anymore and leaves his seat to go over to her. He gets down on his knees to be at eye level and forces her head to be in front of his to make eye contact.

Maybe he should leave her alone; that's what he would've wanted, but he just can't do that. Physically, it's impossible to leave her behind.

"Look at me, eh? Look at me." He pleads as she tears her emerald eyes away from his ocean blue eyes. Gia does something she normally wouldn't let herself do, and looks him in the eyes for what is a small moment but feels like a lifetime.

"They're going to be okay. Trust me." He promises. A lot of people know Thomas Shelby as a dark, unapproachable man, but Gia doesn't seem to understand those people. She now sees a man who is scared to open up and be sensitive. Yet, here he is, open and beautiful.

He stands up and gives her his hand, which she takes. They walk to the living room where Tommy sits on the coutch, but she goes for the alcohol on the silver platter. 

Gia turns around with two bottles, one gin and one whiskey, to let him choose. The first thing he notices is her beautiful face, all scrunched up in concern.

She looks up to see him looking at her as if she's too precious for him. Like she's the light that's going to save his life from going down the dark hole.

That's when a thought comes into her head: I love him. The sudden thought makes her shake her head and look down. "I'll try the gin." He chooses weirdly enough. 

"Oh, yeah." She turns around to fill the glasses. "We do business with it. It's a real catch in the clubs and stuff." She hands him his glass and sits down next to him. Her hands reach for his peaked cap.

"The crown of a king." She slightly smiles and lays it back on the table. He sighs unsatisfied. "I know, it's a lot lighter than whiskey. But it's everywhere." She tells him, as he misses the burning feeling in his lunges. "Yet I haven't seen it here." he tells her.

He suddenly stands up to, this time, serve whiskey in his glass. He sighs yet again and turns around, leaning against the cabinet. "Aren't you scared about opening up to me?" He asks her, his eyes looking over his glass right into hers. "I can see you're thinking about it."

She uncrosses her legs and stands up. As she walks over to him, she doesn't break eye contact once. Gia takes his whiskey glass and drinks it in one go. 

She puts the empty glass in the cabinet. "You should be scared of me, Mr. Shelby." She whispers before meeting his lips in a kiss.

Their lips dance on each other for a while before Tommy can go on to read the erotic language her lips make, he stops and asks "Can I?" Gia nods softly, and there goes her blouse. He undoes it button by button until it falls to the ground like a feather.

In this very personal moment, they are promising each other the whole world. She opens his shirt as if she is a wild animal devouring her prey. 

While he carefully lifts her up and goes over to the couch. They plop down on the couch, which makes their lips separate. They look each other with the biggest smiles on their faces. She can't seem to stop even when he tries tu kiss her again.

He slightly stands up and lays her down on the floor. Their skin touches each other as if they are used to it. 

This is a moment you can only read about in books. Tommy and Gia did have sex with multiple people in the past, but this is different. Every surface that is touched by the other leaves a trail of goosebumps.

They aren't going to leave after they are done; they are going to stay. 

Tommy gently gets in her as if he isn't the dangerous Tommy Shelby, you would hear people whisper about on the street. His eyes search for a reaction of dismay, but quickly relax when he sees the pleasure on her face.

Their noses touch as their moans fill an empty house. There is the sentence Tommy hates but looks up to at the same time. 

"I love you." He moans softly. 

She opens her eyes and mouth to answer, but the warmth in her stomach prevents the actual words from coming out of her mouth.