Forbidden Alliances // Alfie Solomons Peaky Blinders

(36) Betrayal

*edited 03/05/23*

Freya saved herself from the shadowed attack from behind when she sent her chair flying, knocking the man over and stunning him from his approach.

The table nearly tipped over as someone from Freya's side hurried for Alfie in retaliation.

"Don't you fucking shoot her!" 

Freya could barely make out Alfie's voice in the sudden commotion as someone had their hand on her wrist and another was ripping her handkerchief from her face, landing on her neck as she whipped a blade free from her jacket.

People began to whisper amongst themselves as she grunted and thrashed against the restraint, flinging the tip of her blade in the direction of the man who tried to cage her. She clung to the handle for dear life as tears filled her eyes, thinking her brother's blood was painted on her cheekbones and forehead.

She felt her flying slice cut the man in the face. He immediately dropped his hands from her body as he retreated but two other men came running up to her and she had no way of fighting them off. She hummed in distress as she tried not to cry.

She was shoved against the barrels in the back of the room with one man on either side of her, removing the knife from her dominant hand and pinning her to the wood. Her eyes ran wild in search of her brother; all she could scurry for was some indication he was alright.

"Arthur!" was all she was capable of screaming as she saw the blood pool onto the ground from the table. But to her relief, the body slumped over at the table, sitting upright with a hole in its skull was Billy Kitchen.

"Fuck!" she cursed as she thrashed and struggled against the men's grasp, twisting and grunting as she tried to wiggle free.

She hated the feeling Billy's corpse brought her. She hated how relieved she was to see it was him and not Arthur.

"Fuck off!" she whined, finally pulling all her weight with gravity and tensing her muscles, preparing to face the harsh pain as she struck both her arms down and twisted her body around. Her arms painfully crossed over one another before she slipped free.

She quickly backed away from the men as they immediately ran back towards her to restrain her. She moved for her other blade but another man had ridden up behind her and stuck both their arms underneath hers and locked their fingers behind her head. She was pinned in their grasp as they were breathing sharply, trying not to show their struggle to keep her tamed in between their arms.

"I need you to calm the fuck down, Love," Alfie whispered into her ear. It was Alfie. Of course it was fucking Alfie.

"You can fuck yourself!" She fought and quivered as she willed herself not to cry. She wanted her brother. She wanted to see her brother, all of him, in one piece and out of harm's way.

There was thrashing, a clattering of dishes, and sounds of broken glass, grunts, and groans coming from the far end of the room. Freya tried to turn toward the noise but was completely incapable of moving from the lock Alfie had her in.

"You knew about this?"

"You fucking knew she was a girl?!"

"She fucking cut me!"

"Who is that?!"

"What the fuck, Alfie?!"

"That bitch cut me!"

The clamorous and cacophonous voices yelling over one another made Freya's head spin.

"All of you, shut the fuck up!" Alfie thundered. "Especially you, you bellend," he yelled at the man with his hand to the side of his face as blood slipped through his fingers.