Without A Trace

Five.

Back at the house, Pippin and Lewis are playing in the garden. Michael walks over to Ivy and grabs her hand kissing it softly, "I'm sorry if I scared you earlier my love," he says as he takes a seat next to her.

"Michael theres only one person in this family who could scare me and I'm sorry to say its not you," she says taking a drink of her martini watching their daughter play.

Michael kisses her temple, "Lets go to the pub tonight eh? All of us. We haven't been since it reopened. Polly wont go shes in a piss mood as usual so she'll be here with Pip."

"I dont know Michael it's already late-" she says before being cut off by the sound of glass shattering inside. Lewis and Anna grab Pippin and heads to the guest house to play so shes away from the commotion.

"YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE," I scream at Thomas. Michael and Ivy run inside and into Tommys office.

"You're a fucking joke of a man Thomas Shelby," I say running after him to push him. But he grabs my arms and pushes me away.

"Enough Cora," he grows loud, only causing me to grow louder.

"Enough? You know Whats enough Thomas? Being married to a FUCKING LUNATIC. Are you fucking trying to get us fucking killed? What the actual fuck are you thinking? Are you that fucking daft?!" I say with the papers crumpled in my hand.

Michael grabs the papers from me, "What is it Cora?"

"Thomas has been helping the fucking COPPERS. How long have you been hiding this from us? But more importantly from your fucking WIFE," I scream at him breathing heavily. He sits there staring at me. I pull my knife out and aim it at him, "That requires a fucking answer Thomas," I say through my teeth and tears.

Ivy takes a step towards me but Michael grabs her hand causing her to stop. He meets her eyes and shakes his head softly, pushing her behind him.

"You're a no good fucking liar Thomas Shelby. You are fucking scum," I say to him putting my knife back in my pocket.

"This is who I am Cora!" Tommy yells at me punching his desk.

"You got me fucked in the head if you think I'm going to tell you how I do fucking anything anymore," I say turning away from him. "And yeah that is who you are. You fuckin low life. I don't want you breathing in my fucking direction at the Pub or I will cut your bloody tongue out," I say shoving past Ivy and Michael and leaving the house.

Tommy lights a cigarette sitting in his chair and leans back in it taking a big drag before looking at the ceiling and blowing the smoke out.

"You really fuckin did it this time eh Tommy?" Ivy says coldly before walking out and down to the pub, where im sitting at the bar smoking a cigarette.

"You alright?" She asks taking a seat next to me.

I sigh taking a deep breath looking at her, "I feel better after that screaming match if thats what you're asking," I say before taking a drink of my martini.

Anna strolls in and sits on the other side of me, "I heard what happened. You really told him off eh Cora? Its about fuckin time someone did," She nudges me playfully.

"We'll see how long he stays the hell away from me," I say taking another puff.

"I'm surprised you didn't throw hands truthfully Cora," Ivy says motioning to the bartender for a drink.

"If I did it was going to be a gun and I would've blown his fuckin brains all over the wall," I say nonchalantly.

Ivy and Anna nod their head, "Alrighty, fair enough," Anna says taking a smoke out of her pack.

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A few hours into the night we're all laughing at the bar together. John and Aurthur are standing on the tables singing a drinking song and being the fuckin idiots they are. They've always been ones to cheer me up if I need it.

Tommy has been keeping his distance thank god. I still want to beat his face in. The girls and I slowly stop laughing as we watch a group of women approach the table our husbands are at. Ivy taps the side of her glass slowly, watching their every move.

One of the girls runs her finger down the side of Lewis's face. Michael sits there at takes a long drag from his cigarette before looking away from them. "Alright," Anna says getting down from her chair walking over there with me and Ivy glued to her on each side. Anna snatches ahold of her wrist, twisting her hand backwards, "Get the fuck away from my husband before I snap your fuckin wrist in half," she seethes.

Lewis sits there raising his eyebrows, before adjusting himself in his seat.

One of the other girls takes out a knife pushing it to Michaels temple, causing Ivy and I to whip out our pistols pointing them in different directions. Ivy pushes her barrel against the temple of the blonde one, "Remove your fuckin knife," she says coldly.

"You must be new here so let me explain a few fuckin things to you whores," I say getting closer pushing my barrel into the chest of the red head. "The man in the middle is my husband. The other two, are his brothers. And the other women with me are their wives."

The brunette scoffs pressing a blade against Michaels temple, drawing blood "Pathetic, the lot of ya."

Ivy cocks her gun, "Last fucking warning. For all of you,"

"Go ahead, you have all these witnesses around, I fuckin dare you," the brunette says.

Anna laughs, "All these people in this room work for us. You fuckin twat. If I blow your fuckin brains out, nobody saw fuckin anything. Got it?"

The womens faces grow cold and the pub has grown silent, everyone watching our interactions.

"Just who the fuck are you people?" The red head asks quickly before spitting on my face.

I close my eyes before slowly opening them back up and walk up to them with a smirk on my face, "Why love, we're the Peaky fuckin Blinders," I say with a smile before pulling the trigger, followed suit by Ivy and Anna. I wipe the spit and blood off my face and look over at Curly and Charlie, "Take care of it."

"Everyone carry on, nothin to see here," Tommy says taking a drink out of his glass. And everyone does go back to what they're doing like nothing even happened.

Ivy walks up to Michael and pushes her finger against his temple to stop the bleeding. Michael pulls Ivy onto his lap and places a passionate kiss on her lips, holding the back of her head and pushing his tongue into her mouth before pulling away looking at her, "You're so fuckin sexy," he says with a smile.

Lewis grabs Annas arm and pushes her against the wall, pushing his member against her core. Anna laughs, "You pitching a tent or are you happy to see me?"

Lewis leans down and places a deep kiss on her lips, "Don't worry about it."

I look at Thomas and share a gaze with him for a moment before wiping my face again and walking away. "Dont fuckin think about it," I say walking back to the bar.