MIND: arthur shelby.

chapter four.

Arthur's head hung from his shoulders like a scarecrow, his eyes sat in deep dark sockets as he swung at the punching bag.

The chain of his necklace swung just as fast as his fists, sweat dripping down his bare back. His head was clouded more than usual, her eyes stayed with him even in his dreams.

His breathing was so heavy that the sounds of Jules heels didn't even sound in his ears. "Shouldn't you be at work Mr Shelby?" She asked from behind him, stopping in her movements to assess his muscular yet lean frame.

He was beautiful in her eyes, freckles danced across his pale skin in a way that made her want to connect the dots- draw patterns.

His hands fell to his sides, turning to look at the smartly dressed woman. She wore a blue dress with a cardigan- the colours seemed to only compliment her.

"Heads not here love." He muttered, moving aside her to reach for a cloth- wiping the sweat away from his face. "What do you mean?" She asked, taking a seat in a chair close by as she watched him get dressed.

"Fucking boat is rocking, back and forth, back and fucking forth." He spat out, roughly pulling his shit on. "Why are you here?" He asked back, his shirt now buttoned up and his expensive suit became clear.

"I wanted to see you." She admitted without any hesitation. Arthur intrigued Jules more than anyone she had met before- on the surface he was a man filled with drunken anger, anger at the world that only seemed to grow as he did.

Under those half lidded eyes held a man who loved his family, loved the business he helped build. "Come on." He replied, "might as well come with me to the den."

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It was a beautiful sight, the betting den was bustling with working men who shouted numbers around at what seemed to be thin air.

Arthur placed his hand to the small of Jules' back, leading her to his office quickly. "Ignore them love, fucking animals." He muttered, watching as the men had wandering eyes to the unknown woman.

Once they arrived at Arthur's shared office with his brother John, Jules could only think of how it odly smelt comforting- she didn't think the smell of whiskey could linger so thick in the air.

"If it's isn't the lovely Mrs Moore!" Shouted John from behind the pair, striding into the office and slamming the door behind him. "To what do we owe the pleasure?" He asked teasingly.

Jules rolled her eyes at his teasing tone. "I just want to see the business, see what I'm investing in." She replied, moving to sit in Arthur's chair.

He loved the sight of her in his chair, she looked like she was made to sit in his chair. "Investing?" Questioned back Arthur, moving to stand next to the sitting woman.

Jules hummed as she looked up to the older, lighting a cigarette. "It was me that pushed for Kimber to actually take you seriously, I knew it would be a great idea!" She beamed out, clapping her hands together in proudness.

It was true, and the two peaky blinders knew it, much to their own dismay. "So, tell me about what you do." She muttered, leaning back in the chair to now eye up the two.

"Well we all do a bit of everything." Replied Arthur, his hand rubbing the back of his neck in nervousness. It was strange for a woman, sober to show so much interest in who he was- even if it was business related.

John watched the scene, his own signature childish smirk returning quickly, he bounced lightly in his chair. It was a sight for sore eyes, his mean, tough brother faltering between the cracks of Jules as she looked at him- her own amused smile appearing. "Good to know."