MIND: arthur shelby.

chapter eight.

Jules' eyes shot open, hands grasping her own throat as she croaked out. "Arthur." She mumbled out to herself, worry setting in once again as she realised Kimber was most likely in Small Heath right now.

Picking herself up, she stumbled forward, falling into multiple pieces of furniture, scrambling to the front door.

It was freezing outside, it only worsening when Jules realised she had no jacket on. Nevertheless, she threw her tired body into her car, quickly turning it on to make her way to the Peaky Blinders.

The hangover she once nursed was the last of her problems, her throat burning more and more as she tightly grasped the stirring wheel.

"Fuck sake." She whispered to herself, realising it was already past noon.

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Eventually, Jules did arrive in Small Heath, body limply dragging itself into The Garrison as she parked her car right outside.

Her vision became blaring and her body burned, the doors being pushed open as she fell to the floor. "Jules?" She heard.

Her heart began to beat faster as she recognised the voice as Arthur's. "I'm sorry." She muttered. A woman soon came to help her up to her feet again, bringing her to a chair facing Thomas.

"What happened to you?" She asked, referring to Thomas' bullet wound. "Kimber is what happened." He groaned back, Arthur pulling out the bullet as John held him.

Jules may have been slightly out of it, but she didn't miss the warning glare Thomas was sending her. "You think I did this? To you?" She asked, falling back into her chair as she took a breath.

"Fuck sake Thomas." She muttered, trying her best to raise her voice. "He tried to kill me, he thought he did." She began, grabbing the bottle of whiskey out of his hand.

The liquid added to the burn in her throat, but she knew in the long run it'll help ease the pain. "He thought he killed me, fuck, I thought he killed me." Arthur couldn't help but worry for the injured woman.

He moved away from his brother as John took over, moving to place his fingers gently under her chin. He lifted her jaw up to see the harsh bruises still forming on her throat.

"Fuck sake love." He muttered, moving his hand to soothingly rub her head. It was strange, for the Shelby's to see Arthur be so affectionate- to a business partner no less.

"Where is he?" She asked, eyes looking up to his. "Dead love, Tommy shot him." Jules smiled, grabbing Arthur's hand in relief.

She was free, of him. His side of the company would now be absorbed by her's. "Thank you." She muttered to Thomas, eyes softening.