It was colder in Camden Town that Jules remembered, she was more than nervous to see Alfie after such a long time.
The two had a complicated relationship, Alfie often betraying anyone who was foolish enough to trust him.
"I still don't get why I'm here." She muttered. "Bit of a fucking joke if you ask me." Thomas sighed at her complaining, he enjoyed being sick, at least then she'd not complain about everything that seemed to be a minor inconvenience to her.
In all honestly, to Thomas, it didn't make much of a difference as to if she sat in on the meeting- but showing that both him and Jules were acquaintances wouldn't definitely put Alfie in favour of him.
The Peaky Blinder asked around Camden Town a few weeks before hand about Alfie and Jules' relationship; soon finding out that he thought of her like a daughter.
As they entered the building she knew all the well the two were quickly stopped, the smell of whiskey and cigarettes quickly filling her nose- similar to The Garrison. "Seriously?" She asked, looking Ollie up and down as he searched Thomas.
"Put him down Ollie, he's only little." Jules couldn't help but laugh lightly at Arthur, watching him walk down the hallways towards them both.
The tall man's arms soon spread in the air, "come here love, aye, give me a squeeze." She couldn't help but laugh, quickly wrapping her arms around him to give him a 'squeeze'.
Thomas watched as the two shared a somewhat cute moment, nearly forgetting the business he came to discuss. "You two came on your own?"
Jules nodded, the two soon following Alfie. "Seems so." Muttered Thomas, walking with a slight limp. "We'll you're brave aren't you, she did the same."
Thomas and Jules shared a look, just carrying on their walk. "Would you like to take a look at my bakery?" Asked Alfie.
Jules sighed "Alfie." She warned, "stop with the questions." Alfie smirked cheekily as he turned to look at her, "oh don't be silly."
"We've got all sorts here mate, we bake the white bread, the brown bread." Jules was becoming bored, he was a repetitive person, often giving the same, or similar speech to each people who came to visit.
She didn't come to discuss metaphorical bread, "would you like to try some?" He asked, looking at the two as they rounded a corner.
Thomas rose his brows at Jules, the two quickly sharing a small smile. "White or brown?" They soon chose the brown.
Jules not even bothering to pick up her glass as she watched Thomas take a sip. "Not bad." He muttered.
The younger let out a chuckle, remembering the first time she drank the brown. "Not bad?" Mockingly asked Alfie, "that shits horrible, Jules spat it on my shoes when she drank it."
The two shared a few laughs as Thomas just watched. "Do you have a telephone I can use Alfie?" She asked.
"Down the hall love, it strapped to a wall just past my office." She quickly nodded, not wanting to continue their conversation.
She knew Thomas had business of his own to handle with the larger man- her presence wouldn't impact anything.
As she picked up the phone, Jules tried to remember the number for Arthur's office, any other time it would feel like second nature- but as she tried to remember, it was practically impossible.
All she could remember was the first few numbers, "do you want me to tell you them?" She heard, Thomas stood behind her with hands in his pockets- a cheeky smile on his face.
He found it truly sweet to see a woman take an interest in his brother, an interest in something other than sex and money.
"Don't make me ask Thomas, I'm not some fucking idiot." She complained, lighting a cigarette impatiently.
The older looked to the floor before cracking a smile, snatching the phone from her hand to put in the numbers. "Don't be too long." He whispered, snatching her cigarette.
She knew he was right, they had spent a large amount of time just getting to London, it would be a nightmare taking three more days to get back.
As she placed the phone to her ear, her hand that help it began to shake- it had been days since she'd spoken to the older man, been days since they had shared their fleeting kiss.
Soon the other line picked up, couldn't being heard, "hello?" She muttered, hoping Arthur was the one who answered.
The phone stayed quiet for a few seconds, a sound of it dropping echoing through the silence. "Jules?" Asked Arthur, his voice all to easy to recognise.
Her free hand came up to her lips, trying to pull the smile away from face. "Hi Arthur, how are you love?" She asked, taking a quick inhale of her cigarette.
"I'm okay." He answered, as if he could feel her nervousness. It was awkward between them, a clear elephant in the nonexistent room. "We should be home within the next few days, give Ada my love. Oh and Karl." She laughed, remembered how Ada now has a beautiful baby boy named after Karl Marx.
"I will love, I will. Get home safe." He muttered, hanging up the phone before she could say anything else.
It was surprising to her, that he ended the call so quickly and without hesitation. It hurt Jules, she wanted to talk to someone that wasn't Thomas or Curly; more specifically wanting it to be Arthur above anyone else.
"Fucking wanker." She muttered under her breath, stumping her cigarette out and quickly lighting another.
It wasn't long before the two men finished their meeting, an angry Alfie Solomons following Thomas, who seemed to have a certain jump in his step.
"Come on." He muttered, hand moving to her back to lead the two out. Jules knew there was something he wasn't telling her, it only being proven when she saw a young man stood outside, waiting nervously for the two.
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