The Return [T. Shelby || Peaky Blinders || Shelby's Girl Book 2]

- 6 -

Later that day, in Birmingham, Natasha and Tommy made it to the betting shop and were stopped by a member of their family who told them about Arthur killing a young boxer during one of his episodes. They walked into Tommy's office where Finn and Isaiah Jesus were waiting for them and Tommy closed the door, he and Natasha walked to the opposite wall and leaned against, "Alright. What happened?" Tommy asked.

"It was a fair fight," Finn said.

"Yeah. Arthur just caught him with a good 'un," Isaiah said.

Natasha looked between them and something snapped in her then she walked forward, "We saw the body. Don't fucking sit there and lie to us. We saw his fucking body. What fucking happened?" Natasha said in a stronger voice and Tommy watched her with a small smile, seeing his sister getting stronger around the company.

"I'm not family, I'm saying nothing," Isaiah said and looked away.

"That leaves you, Finn," Finn looked at his sister, "Or shall I leave you alone with Tommy or... Call Astella and have her get it out of you. You know how she feels about Arthur, I doubt she will be patient, even if it's you," Natasha said.

Finn looked at her, "Arthur... He's blown a few times lately. Six, seven. It's like he's not there in the head. He can't even hear 'stop', even his own name and then he cries," Finn said.

"Right, listen to me, both of you," Isaiah looked at her, "That's two fucking stories," She pointed between them and looked at Finn, "Your brother killed a boy. There were witnesses, there will be questions, get your story straight, it was a fucking accident. If I hear otherwise and it comes back on you two, say your fucking prayers because I will come down on two like a ton of fucking bricks. Now, fuck off," Natasha said and Finn and Isaiah walked out.

Tommy scoffed, "Couldn't have said it better myself," Tommy said.

Natasha looked at him and sighed then smiled, "After seeing Michael and then this... Guess, family means more to me than my own scars," Natasha said.

"See? Who needs therapy?" Tommy asked.

"Our family," Natasha said and they both chuckled.

Natasha and Tommy walked into their house to find Arthur by the fire, staring at nothing, "We spoke to the doctor. He said the kid probably had a weak heart. We'll look after his mother," Tommy said.

"It'll be fine, brother," Natasha said.

"Polly said I should've stuck with the medicine. I said that Tommy knows best. Head's like a fucking boat, Tommy, Tasha," Tommy turned away from Arthur and Natasha watched him, "Full of heavy cargo. Like coal or iron. Sometimes it slips to one end," Natasha looked back at her eldest brother, "And the boat tips. I can feel it slipping and I can feel the boat tipping. But there ain't nothing I can do about it. It's like my fucking head's just like this big fucking barge," Arthur slapped his hands against his head and pulled his hair back, "And it just fucking drifts in and out, in and out..." Arthur said.