Without A Trace

Twenty-Four.

The next morning I eagerly waited for Thomas and Lewis to leave. When they did the girls and I walked into Ivys room. Michael turned around with a confused look on his face, "What the fuck is this?"

"Sit down Michael," Ivy demands, causing her husband to raise his eyebrows and slowly sit on the bed. I stand off to the side in the doorway with Anna, putting a cigarette in my mouth before lighting it and taking a puff off of it.

"You're out of fucking control. So much so that our daughter is questioning why the fuck her father is acting the way hes acting." She says standing in front of him with her hands in her pockets. "You will not kill Campbell. I don't give two flying fucks, what you think. But it will not be you that does it, it will be me." She says coldly.

Michael meets her gaze, "Have you lost your fucking mind?"

"No Michael. But you will lose the rest of yours once we're done with this conversation," She says leaning against the wall. "I'm sick of picking up after your fucking breakdowns. Get off your fuckin high horse before I shoot you off it," she says coldly.

"You wouldn't ever do that. Don't say shit you dont mean Ivy," Michael spits back at her.

She pulls out her gun and points it at him, with no emotion on her face. "Think I fuckin wont Michael. Question me again," she says staring into her husbands eyes.

He sits there and slowly gets up and slowly walks towards his wife, "Who the fuck do you think you're talking to Ivy?" He asks coldly.

She cocks her gun, "Who the fuck do you think you're talking to Michael? What are you gonna do? Because I fuckin promise you, you do anything and I'll shoot you before you can blink."

He stands there looking at the gun before looking back at her, "Fine. You take care of it then," He says getting his jacket and shoving past Anna and I towards the gambling room.

Ivy uncocks her gun and lowers it before breathing heavily, meeting mine and Annas gazes and puts her gun back in her holster before walking over to us.

"Holy shit Cor. You fuckin see that?!" Anna says excitedly nudging me.

"Sure fuckin did," I say with a smile. "Thats the Ivy that I knew was deep down in there. Come on, lets get our meeting done."

I walk into Thomas's big office and sit behind the desk. Anna comes in and sits across from me before Ivy does a final scan of the hallway and closes the door behind her, taking a seat next to Anna.

"So," I say flicking the ashes of my cigarette into the ashtray, "I figured today we could have a little chat with Campbells head officer."

Annas eyes go wide, "His head officer? Are you fuckin mad Cora?"

"No Anna, im not," I say taking another puff and meet her bright green eyes, "I'm thinking like a Shelby and if you dont want part of it then you go down to the track and be with your husband while he loses his mind more."

Anna clenches her jaw and grips the arm of her chair, "How exactly do you plan on doing this?"

"I've been secretly keeping track of his routing patterns and times every time we leave the house. In about 20 minutes he'll be down by the cut in Camden town," I say looking at both of the girls.

"Thomas goes down there too Cora. Hes there every day with the boys, " Ivy says leaning against her chair.

"He wont be down there for about another hour or so. It'd be an awful nice surprise for them eh?" I say taking a puff of my cigarette. "They can sit and wonder what happened after we leave the warehouse."

"Thomas is going to freak the fuck out Cora," Ivy says shaking her head.

I look over at her and tilt my head slightly to the side, "Do I look like im scared of Thomas fuckin Shelby?"

Ivy sits there and doesn't say anything. "Thats what I thought. And if anyones going to deal with him I willingly volunteer." I say before checking the time, "Well, times a wasting ladies, we best get going or we'll be late." I say getting up and putting my jacket on.

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Down at the warehouse I lean against the side of the building putting a cigarette in my mouth. I had Charlie and Curly capture him and throw him in the warehouse.

"Who the fuck are you people?!" He yells panicking.

I smile and pull the cigarette from my mouth and walk up to him, "Why love, we're the peaky blinders."

"What the fuck do you peasants want with me?" He asks glaring at me.

Ivy slides on her brass knuckles and wails him right across the face, "I want to send your boss a warning."

Smith coughs, spitting blood from his mouth and looks back at Ivy, "You've lost your fuckin mind."

"You know whats interesting Mr. Smith?" I say walking around with my hands in my pockets. "How your boss manipulates you to thinking you're doing the right thing by harming the lives of innocent people."

Anna takes the cigarette out of her mouth and puts it out against his neck, causing him to scream out in pain.

"My daughter is in danger because of your fuckin boss," Ivy seethes.

"You're a funny man to think its right to be okay with threatening a child," I say letting Ivy hit him again. "Be a down right shame if someone threated your daughter eh Mr. Smith?" I ask meeting his gaze.

His face grows cold, "You wouldn't."

I lean down to his level, "You want to play with monsters, you better learn how to truly act like a fuckin monster. So I'm going to ask you again Mr. Smith, do you think you're doing the right thing?"

He gulps hard looking at us, "N-no."

I smile, "Wonderful. So you'll leave here and carry on with your duties as if nothing ever happened. But if I find out you continue on with Mr. Campbells plans of harming innocent people of this town and threatening my niece. You will learn what its like to run with real monsters," I say standing back up. "Finish him up Ivy," I say turning my back and walking away.

Ivy nails him a few more times to get her anger out before breathing heavily and walking away. Anna unties him and hands him his uniform back. His scared eyes meet hers and she sits there looking back at him, emotionless, "Better get going. I hear schools almost out soon," She says handing him a picture of his daughter, his son, and pictures of their house with 'X' marks on the windows of where his kids rooms are. He take it looks her worridly before rushing out of the building.

Right on schedule Thomas sees him leave and looks back at me giving me an icy glare. He points in the direction of the house and I nod my head slightly.

"Alright girls, funs over. Warden says to get home," I say looking at Anna and Ivy who walk behind me back home. "Ivy you get that hand cleaned up and bandaged. You two stay put and leave me to deal with Thomas. Im sure Lewis and Michael will have plenty to say to you already." I say tossing my jacket on the diningroom chair before walking to Thomas's big office again and taking a seat in his chair.

I sit and listen to the clock tick on the wall for a few moments before heavy footsteps make their way down the hallway in my direction. I light myself a cigarette and look up in the doorway at my husband making his way into the room. He points at me angrily, "We're going to have a fuckin talk."