Loud moans filled the back room of the garrison pub on a Tuesday night at 2 am. Lizzie Stark was bend over a desk, faced down enjoying the fast thrust from behind. Every week, for the last two years, Tommy and her would meet up in the garrison or his office after work. Not only did she enjoy the rough sex with him, but also the 3 pounds Tommy would always pay her for her time and discretion.
"I wish just once you wouldn't pay me and we would do it like ordinary people" she said looking at him, with her big green eyes full of hope and seduction.
A simple unbothered "Yeah" was all he could say, while he put his suit coat back on.
Truth is Tommy couldn't care less for her wishes and feelings. He had to much on his mind already and only came to her for relief and to clear out the shit in his head. The notorious Gangster wasn't one to mess with and Lizzie knew, that he only came purely for sex. But apart of her just wanted to fall in love and to experience the fairytale story that every little girl used to dream about. After her broken off engagement with his younger brother, which he was to blame for, he and Lizzie somehow fell back into their old patterns.
"Are you going to come back before you and the boys go to London?"
"No" he was all he said before he put the money on the table in front of her and left the pub into the dark night.
While he was on his way back home to watery lane six, tommy was thinking and trying to calculate his next move. His aunt and his brothers already knew about his plans on taking over London. The blinder was aware of the ongoing war in the south and the suffering of the Jews.
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Meanwhile in London the sound of heels cloping over the old dirty streets of Camden Town echoed through the dark ally. A dark haired small figure with a long black coat and red lipstick made her way through the streets at night, heading to a small Jewish pub. Men and woman already knew the sound of her heels and didn't even bother to turn around anymore. Instead they would keep their heads down and try to avoid any eye contact with her. They knew that an Italian woman walking around Camden town at this ungodly hour could only mean one thing. Lilian was on her way to finish her last job that sabini gave her for today. The Jews and Italians have been in war for over six months in London now. And tonight one of Alfie's men finally decided to make himself a name, so he shot a trusted man of sabinis straight through the head. The news spread like wildfire immediately. The poor man should have known better then to mess with the bloody Italians, because they do not forget or forgive and always come back to collect. And this is exactly what Liliana was doing on a Tuesday night at 2am in Camden Town. She threw her cigarette on the ground before entering the pub, ignoring all the surprised faces of man and woman and walked straight over to her target. She stoped right in front of the man in the middle of the pub, where he and his friends were playing poker, smoking cigars and drinking Irish whisky. At first they didn't even seem to notice the woman towering in front of them, until on of the barmaids in the pub accidentally let out a cry of dismay. When the Jewish man looked up and noticed the Italian girl in front of him, he recognised her immediately and his face changed into a terrified expression. But before he could react or do something, Liliana already had her gun pointed at him and pulled the trigger. She knew that the news of a public murder like this would reach Alfie Solomon real fast and probably take the already existing conflict in London to another level. But this is how they operate. Vendetta. An eye for an eye. And no expectations. After one last glance around the people in bar she turned around and walked out of the building, before she light another cigarette and went back home to get some sleep, because she knew that this is only the start and tomorrow is going to be a stressful day.
