𝐞𝐬𝐭. 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐧, 𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝟏𝟗𝟐𝟏
"Nora? Nora, open up."
The loud thumps at the door had Nora's head shooting up from the hard floor she had knocked out on, with a blinding headache to follow. There was broken glass all over her floor that were once bottles full of vodka. She put herself back on the floor, ignoring whoever was trying to intrude. She couldn't believe she was back in her own place, the place that she was preparing to hand over to Michael when he came. She still couldn't believe that man she...loved? Or thought she loved, didn't have an ounce of care for her. She was a pawn in a very long game with Thomas fucking Shelby. She didn't want to think about it, but it was all she could think about, alongside retaliation. She wanted everyone to pay for how she was feeling. It was a good thing that her liquor contract with Alfie was expiring this week, and Clara was able to find another liquor supplier for the enterprises. She would soon be cut off from him completely, and she would be able to focus on retaliation. She could play games, she usually opts not to. But just this once, she would get her gratification as well.
"My God, Nora?!" Clara made her way into the house as Nora started groaning in response. "Go home, Clara-" "What is going on with you? Nora, it's been three days. Why is there glass everywhere?" She continues to groan incoherent words. Clara stands, looking at her boss, her friend, dumbfounded. She's quick to roll up her sleeves and escort Nora to the bathroom as she starts to take her time purging her system. Clara grabs her hair delicately as Nora takes her time purging most if not all of the alcohol from her system. She helps Nora drag herself to the dining table and prepares a hangover meal. Nora's eyes were heavy, clouding with tears. She truly hadn't felt pain like this in awhile.
"Sorciere, you're scaring me. Whatever it is, I can-" "You can't. No one can do anything. Except me." She sighed as tears rolled down her cheeks once more, but she's quick to wipe them. "You were right, Clara. Alfie Solomons is a bad man. He used me as pawn in a chess game with my cousin Tommy Shelby, and almost had my other cousin hang for a murder that he staged." Clara's face remained as stoic as she could. She pauses for a moment, unable to find an appropriate response, although she had plenty to say. "I let someone very dangerous in...and it's a mistake that I will take to heart for a very long time. But I'll waste no time fixing it. I'm sorry I didn't listen to you, Clare. I...you have no idea-" She chokes on her words and bows her head. Clara pulls a chair and sits next to her.
"The contract expires this week so that's done. We won't renew it. We'll cast all of his people out of all the clubs. We'll double down on security and-" "I need him to hurt, Clara. I need him to really hurt." "And he will. We'll figure something out. But safety for us comes first."
Nora nodded. Clara was absolutely right. "He will pay for this, sorciere. He will. However you see fit, he will pay. No one ever gets away with fucking with us, this isn't any different." She grabs her hands, "We're going to clean yourself up, and you're going to get some rest. Afterwards, we get to work. I'll give you a head start, just eat and close your eyes for a bit." "I also need you to burn Elliot's contract. Effective immediately." "Nora I-" "He was never one of us, Clara. He was placed in our enterprise as a mole, reporting back to the Peaky Blinders."
Clara's face riddled with confusion, "He wouldn't-" "He would, he did. Tommy told me himself. You tell him if I ever see him again a blade is going through his neck. He should consider himself lucky that I don't put out a bounty for his head. I want him to be history by the time I return to the office." Clara nods, "Alright sorciere. Just eat."
Nora twitches a bit before trying to eat. The sooner she ate, the sooner she was able to get herself out of this rut. Clara ran a bath for Nora, put her in a warm set of clothes and settled her into bed before taking charge. Brigitte and Phil took charge establishing the new protocols. Alfie Solomons and his people were no longer welcome on Jezzie territory. Jezzies were to be armed at all times with the weapon of their choice, but sorciere always prefered blades for the girls. Clara and Brigitte worked around the clock and filled in for Nora until she was ready to return to the office.
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