Without A Trace

Twenty-Nine.

A few hours later and we're the last group there. Anna swirls her drink in her hands.

I walk back to the table with Thomas and take Annas hand, "Thomas and I have a very special gift for the two of you."

"You both have done so much for us already, we don't need anything else from you guys," Anna says squeezing my hand softly.

"As head of the Peaky Blinders its our duty to ensure the livelihood of our team," I say taking a cigarette from Tommy and lighting it. "And we take great responsibility in that matter."

"We want to make sure it is known to you both that you do not have to stay at the house if you do not wish to. We know it can be fuckin draining as hell to all live under one roof," Tommy says clearing his throat.

"Aint that the fuckin truth," Aurthur says.

"Aurthur if you don't shut your fuckin mouth I'll shut it for you," Thomas says looking over at him before redirecting his attention back to Lewis and Anna.

"By order of the Peaky Blinders," Thomas says pushing a key towards them, "Welcome home."

Anna and Lewis sit there in shock staring at Thomas and I.

"You gonna take the key or are we gonna have to let fuckin Aurthur have it?" I ask nudging her with a smile. "Its a cute little house at the edge of a dead end street tucked away in the trees. Its perfect size for you two and big enough for when you decide to have kids."

Anna comes around the table and hugs Thomas and I, "Thank you both so fuckin much. I love you both so much."

Ivy and Michael walk up to the table, Michael dragging Grace behind him and throwing her in a chair.

"Not to cut it short, but seems that we have wandering fuckin ears. Eh Grace?" Ivy says sitting down.

I get up and pull Thomas with me, pushing him down onto the chair before sitting in his lap staring at her. "Grace are you sick in the head?" I ask her.

"Do you want to be?" Anna says angrily getting up from the table. She takes the knife out of her thigh holster and walks up to Grace, sticking it against her trachea. "How fuckin dare you ruin my fuckin anniversary. Who the fuck are you trying to tell where my house is?"

Lewis pulls Anna back slightly and kisses her temple before pulling her onto his lap.

"Heres the thing Grace," I say taking Thomas's cigarette out of his mouth and taking a puff off of it, "I really dont want to kill you since you have a boy that needs you. But you make it so incredibly fuckin difficult."

"I'm not going to say anything unless I can talk to Thomas, alone," She says glaring at me.

I sit there and cant help but laugh at her. I get up and kick my foot up onto Thomas's leg. I take another puff off the cigarette, locking eyes onto Grace as Thomas undoes my shoes and slides them off, running his hand down my legs. I look at Anna and Ivy before they follow suit. I look over at Thomas briefly, "Don't you try and fuckin stop me," I demand before snatching ahold of the back of Graces hair dragging her to the middle of the empty dance floor.

Lewis sits there with a shit eating grin on his face, biting his finger as he rests his head on his hand. He runs his eyes over his wifes body leaning back in his chair, taking a drink of his whiskey. Lustfully watching his wifes every move.

Ivy throws her hair up kneeling down grabbing Graces face, "Remember what Anna told you a few days ago?" She pauses pulling her face closer to her as a devilish grin spreads across Ivys face, "You better start praying to your fuckin ancestors you live after this." She grabs the back of Graces head and smashes it into the wooden floor.

Michael sits there with his mouth slightly gaped open, his eyes wide staring at his wife. He leans back in his chair slightly biting his lip, gripping the arm of the chair. "Fuck," He bellows out lowly. He exchanges glances with his brothers who are on the same page with him before looking back to the middle of the dance floor.

"What happened a few days ago?" I ask looking at her on the ground. Then it dawns on me. A smile slowly spreads across my face as I kneel down next to her, "My girls gave you that fuckin shiner eh?" I ask pushing my thumb against her bruise. I stand back up and take a big deep breath before pulling a smoke out from the bust of my dress. Anna holds out a match and lights it for me as I take a few puffs off of it.

Thomas sits there biting the inside of his cheek. His eyes wander down my body and back up to my eyes, locking out gazes together before licking his lips sensually.

"Tell me Grace. Why are you so obsessed with taking down my girls? Is it because they have something you want?" I ask before waiting a few moments for a response.

Anna stomps on Graces ribs causing her to scream out in pain, "Answer the fuckin question or a few broken ribs will be the least of your fuckin worry."

"I think I know what your fuckin obsession is Grace," I say walking in a circle around her. "Number one, I have Thomas and you don't. Lets get that obvious elephant out of the room."

Ivy takes her blade out of her holster and digs the tip of it into the back of Graces hand causing her to scream more.

"But I think the REAL reason you just can't leave us the fuck alone," I pause and lean over her face. I smile at the pain spread across her face, "Is that you fuckin wish you could be half the fuckin bitch me and my girls are."

Anna takes her blade and slices the bodess of Graces dress. She sticks her fingers in the cut and rips a chunk of it open. Ivy stands on her hands while Anna stands on her legs, causing her to be unable to move.

"So," I say taking the lighter from Anna and running my blade over the red flame, "The next time you even fuckin think about me or my girls. I'm going to leave you with a permanent reminder tonight of how fucking close you came to death. I want you to remember the fuckin pain and misery you're in." I lean down and with the red hot blade, carve a symbol into her lower stomach on her hip. A mix of mine, Annas, and Ivys initials. Grace screams bloody murder as tears flow down her face.

I flick the ashes of my cigarette on top of the fresh wound before meeting her gaze, "Next time you even think about breathing the same air as us. You'll have a fuckin reminder of who you're dealing with." I turn my back and walk back towards Thomas before sitting back in his lap. "Go on girls, have at it eh?" I say leaning back against my husband.

Anna takes the flask out of her bodess and smashes it repeatedly against Graces face. "You want my key so bad? Here you fuckin go," Anna says before taking the key and stabbing it through Graces side causing her to scream before ripping it back out.

Once shes done Ivy kicks her repeatedly in the ribs and in the stomach. She kicks her once more before walking back over to the boys.

"Anna," Lewis says clearing his throat grabbing the key from her. "We need to go because I'm not sure I can make it back to the house before that dress comes off of you in pieces."

Anna flashes a smile to us, "I guess im off ladies, I'll see you tomorrow morning for the family meeting eh?" She says before Lewis basically drags her out of the room.

Michael whispers in Ivys ear causing her to shutter before looking back at me.

"Go on," I say motioning to the door. Not soon enough as the words left my mouth they were practically flying out of the door.

Thomas looks over at the dance floor before taking my hand and walking over there. His footsteps echo through the now empty building. His gaze meets Graces before he chuckles to himself shaking his head, "Fuckin trollop. Next time, you'll be fuckin dead." He wraps his arm around my waist and walks out of the hall. Snapping his fingers at the boys and motioning inside of the room. "Clean up that fuckin mess. Then lock her in the storage room for questioning tomorrow," he orders them.

"Either one of you gets a drop of her blood on my fuckin carpet on the way in there, I'll have your fuckin heads," I say shooting them a death glare, getting into Thomas's car.