The Wicked Game [ Peaky Blinders Fan Fiction ] [#wattys2018]

EPILOGUE

She laughed when she saw his name on the papers “thomas shelby, MP. Who would of thought.” She mumbled under her breath, only for herself to hear. She folded the newspaper and left it on the desk, standing up. The world was changing and she had a front row seat to watch it burn. She opened the door of her office and walked round the hallway that led to the main room of her newly owned it club.

4 months now and she had turned it to the most talked about club in brooklyn. She had a fair competition and she admired said competition but everyday she was raising a little more. She walked passed the dancing crowd until she reached the bar where charlie was serving the drinks.
“Glass of gin, please charlie!”
“Celebrating for your man are you?” he asked reaching for tommy’s bottle of gin. Anna laughed at the comment and turned her back on him to enjoy the view of the crowd that filled up her club. The musicians playin on the stage and the young couples making out and breaking up everywhere. Charlie left her glass on the counter, the sound of which made her turn. She raised the glass, while he poured one for himself too.
“Son of a bitch made it” she said. Charlie raised his glass the way she had.
“To thomas shelby then?”
She nodded “To thomas shelby!”

After making their toast, they both took a long ship. When she finsished her drink, she went to ask for another but the man sitting next to her caught her attention.
“Excuse me” he said “You know thomas shelby?”
Anna examined him and every detail about him. His dark eyes, elegant look and hi mustache that she found aged him a little. “I do” she told him.
“How nice.” He exclaimed and Anna felt a little uneasy by his reaction. He smiled “I admire that man. It’s inspiring to see how far ambition can get you. But you already know that don’t you?” he shook his head “how foolish” He stretched out his hand for her, smiling “let me introduce myself,”
She stared at his hand, everything in her was telling her to turn his back on him and yet she was frozen in her place. It wasn’t fear but she couldn’t put a name to it anyway. She hesitently took his hand, she was never one to shy away from a challenge.
“Name’s Oswald.” He paused “Mosley.” She shook his hand “You must be Anna!”
“Nice to make your acquaintance.”

And so it was. The beginning of a new game.

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