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"So this club, what's it called?" Esther threw in the air. The four siblings walked the dark london streets, excited to make trouble. Arthur had a slight half smile on his face, swinging Esthers hand with his. "The Eden Club, Sabini owns it." Thomas answered, the cigarette he had in his mouth moving with every word he said.
"We'll show this fucker who he's messin' with" John laughed, hands tucked into his dress pants. Esther nodded, she was ready to fuck this place up, to show those noble london people what the little gangsters from Birmingham could do.
After everything she had to go through with her boyfriend, with Irene leaving her behind and with Ada pulling away from the family step after step, he felt like beating some nicely dressed men.
"So we're just going there to mess the place up?" Esther laughed slightly. "That we are, Esther." Thomas nodded, giving his sister a tight little smile.
"I'm killin' that bastard!" Arthur yelled, pacing around the room. "Esther, what did he look like?" John pleaded. Thomas only stared at his sister. She didn't move, nor did she cry. He didn't understand how she didn't react at all while her right eye was shut and a dark bruse started to form with every minute he looked at her.
Esther didn't know how to explain herself, the memories still fresh. She didn't want to go home actually, this was something she wanted to avoid at all costs. Arthur was livid, always has been when his siblings got hurt, this damned hothead. John liked to mimic his oldst brother, being as angry as Arthur was a simple thing to do.
Thomas on the other side was all himself, all quiet and boiling inside. Esther had never seen a human being be so quiet and calculating when angry. They kind of shared that trait. They stared at each other, neither of them could read the other. "We'll take care of it." Thomas spoke, quietly.
"I don't want you-"Not just us." Tommy sat himself next to his older sister, her being a head shorter than him. "You'll come with us and you'll beat his fucking ass." he smiled slightly. "You're a Shelby after all." Esther gave her little brother a small smile and nodded her head.
With her arm hooked with Arthurs she made her way into the fancy club. People with way too much jewerly and fancy dresses stood in the entrance. The men had their hair slicked back, fancy suits and watches decorated the male guests.
Esther held her head high, trying her best to look fierce. She didn't feel like it though. The way the black dress left her shoulders bare and showed her bruises. The violet marks on her arms bit at her confidence.
"You look good, stop worrying." Arthur laughed. His little sister squeezed his arm and nodded at him with a small smile. "You got your gun?" John sped up to whisper yell into his older sisters ear. "Yeah."
"Excuse me, you can't-"Esther pushed herself passed her brothers and slapped the man across the face as she walked passed, hips swaying with her new found confidence. A small smile formed on her lips as she heard Tommy chuckle behind her.
Esther made her way to the bar as her brothers started to beat people up. "Whiskey." she yelled over the comotion. The man behind the counter only stared at her, too scared to move.
"You deaf? Give me a bottle of whiskey!" She yelled a tad louder. "We don't serve whiskey here, ma'am." The raven haired woman closed her eyes for a second to take a deep breath. "I always have to do things myself."
Without a warning Esther climed over the counter to the cowering man. He tried to protect his face, constant pleads to not hurt him leaving his mouth.
Esther roled her eyes, the man kinda annyoing her at the moment. "Shut up" she sang as she looked through the bottles. A bottle of fancy champagne caught her attention. "I'll take that one." she smiled.
She then again made her way over the counter to open the bottle. With a loud pop the lid landed in one of Sabinis mens face. Esther laughed as he fell to the ground. Suddenly two men charged towards Esther, she took a sip and sighed.
The champagne was good, too good to be wasted actually. "Come on." she complained. In a matter of seconds she hit one of them across the head with the bottle and tried to reach for her gun.
The man was faster than her and pushed her to the ground. "What's a pretty lady like you doing with them?" he spoke, hot breath flowing towards Esthers face.
She scrunched her face in disgust as the man chuckled. "They're my brothers, you piece of shit." She rolled them over, her being on top of the man. She punched him in the face a few times before he rolled them over again.
Suddenly he wrapped his hands over her throat, squeezing it. Esther couldn't breathe, he was choking her. Flashes of Vincent played over he line of sight as he cut her oxygen off. "Die." he muttered. But Esther couldn't, she wouldn't die, she couldn't die because of a man.
"No." she wringed out as she racked her leg up to her hand, her fingers desperatly reaching for her gun. Her face was all red and her eyes grew blurry with tears as Vincents jumped in sight over and over again.
Without notice she held her gun to his temple and pulled the trigger. As the limb body of the man fell to her side she started to cough, violently. "I don't like to be strangled, you fucker."
Esther got up and walked towards the small stage as she watched her brothers killing beating Sabinis men up. Thomas just punched one mens face in, blood splattering over his nice suit. Arthur watched his sister wak towards the stage and shot the man he was just beating up in the head to make it over to Esther.
She waved the musicians off the stage. "What are you still doing here?" she roared. Esther than turned around to tap against the microphone. Arthur threw an arm over his sisters shoulders. "I just wanted to let you know that you're fucked."
Arthur leaned down towards the mic. "By order of the Peaky Blinders."
