ᴵᵀᴬᴸᴵᴱᴺ ˁᴵᴿᴱᴺ| 𝙏𝙝𝙤𝙢𝙖𝙨 𝙎𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙗𝙮

terzo capitolo

»»————- Birmingham 1920————-««

Thomas Shelby was a lucky bastard. The man that didn't care if he is alive or dead, always seemed to escape death by a whisker. He woke up by the loud clicking sounds of high heels in the hallway of the Birmingham hospital. Polly Gray entered his room with a grin on her face and sat down on a chair next to his bed.

"Just talked to the nurses at the front desk. They said you will be able to leave this place in a couple of days." she said and lit a cigarette, while facing her bruised and beaten nephew.

"No. I need to leave this place tonight. Sabini could sent any minute one of his men to finish the job. I'm like a sitting duck stuck here."

"You can't fucking leave Thomas. Look at you, you can't even bloody sit. You woke up a couple of days ago. You need medical supervision." the older woman responded and placed her hand over his.

"All I need Pol, is to sleep on a boat in the open and get some fresh air. So help me to get the fuck out of her tonight and take me to Charlie's yard. I have to be in Camden Town in two days." Tommy assured her and tried to get up from his hospital bed.

"And what about the family meeting on Friday?"
she asked, while trying to help him carefully to sit up, before she went over to the night stand to grab all of his clothes.

"I'll be back. And I want everyone there, even Ada. Tell her it's not safe in London and she has to come back home."

Thomas Shelby suffered from many ailments such as broken ribs, black eye,coordination problems and dizziness. The blue eyed man was beaten up by sabini personally and all his henchmen around three weeks ago in Birmingham on his way back home. Luckily police officer moss found him during his patrol.

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John Shelby felt like a soldier back in war at the Somme again. But this time it wasn't the cavalry that gave the fucking orders, but his own brother Tommy. He was tired of being his errand boy. It's always do this and that, shoot those and cut them, but no one actually knew what was going on. So many questions, but no answers. And now even Polly won't listen to him and told him to become the man with the answers to all those questions. While Arthur didn't seem to have a problem with following sergeant majors orders. Well perhaps because of his own struggles and mental problems, he didn't have the time to think about that. John started to worry if London was a good idea. He was on his way to Tommy's office to deliver some papers, that his older brother requested. When he entered the building, John stopped suddenly, after he spotted a familiar tall slim figure behind the typewriter. 

"Oh John. Hello. I didn't expect to see anyone here today... if your looking for your brother he isn't here. Didn't see him in a long time" Lizzie said and looked up, after she heard the door slam.

While he looked her up and down, he could tell how tense and nervous he became. Nervous of being alone with lizzie Stark in a room. For the past 2 years he tried to convince himself that his feelings were not real and he was just in the desperate need of a mother figure for his children. But whenever the two of them were accidentally stuck in a situation like this, it would always get incredibly awkward and he would have this wired feeling in his chest.

"Ahh no no. I'm not, I'm not looking for Tommy, he is no his way to Camden Town. I just have to put this" he said while he waved the documents in front of her.

"Oh I can take them. It's no problem. I don't have much to do today, anyway."

"Alright good. Thanks Lizzie" John responded and turned around on his way out. But just as he grabbed the doorknob, ready to turn and to leave, something in him changed and he stopped. "Lizzie" he called out loud, still facing the door.