MIND: arthur shelby.

Chapter Fifteen.

Jules as well as her brother sat in the Shelby home, the family sat with the two as they waited for Thomas to arrive.

James and Jules shared a look of impatience, having been waiting for at least half an hour. "What the fuck is taking your brother so long?" Asked James, looking to Arthur.

"Oh shut up James you fucking moron." Butted in John, throwing his toothpick to the floor. The older scoffed. "Don't be calling me a moron, I'm not the one who married a bloody mushroom picker." He scoffed.

John stood up from the wall her was leaning on. "Say that again you balding twat."

Jules slammed her hand onto the table in frustration. She had a violent migraine, and their immature bickering wasn't helping to ease it.

"Stop it now. The pair of you need to act like the men you pretend to be, even if it's for a little while till this fucking meeting is over." She ordered, sharing a blank with Arthur.

The woman was in a clearly bad mood, and everyone knew why. Both her and Arthur weren't speaking at the moment, for reason's no one actually knew.

"Calm down all of you, this meeting won't be long." Spoke Thomas, who came strutting in with a look of tiredness.

"Wonder where you've been." Muttered Jules, looking the older up and down with a condescending tone to her voice.

"Don't." Replied Thomas, pointing a finger to the younger. "Don't you start." He ordered, taking a seat.

Everyone waited for Thomas to begin one of his notorious speeches. "I went to London, with Jules, even though she was fucking useless." He began.

Said woman scoffed, rolling he head back at the insult. "To discuss how to help Solomons win the was against the Italians." Jules' brows furrowed at his statement.

"I thought he was winning?" She asked. "We'll clearly fucking not." Laughed out Arthur. "We've joint forces with him."

"You're taking the piss." Buttered in James, a look of bewilderment being aimed at Jules. "Don't tell me we've gotten into bed with that big hairy ape again?"

Jules didn't reply to her brother, instead she just ignored his burning gaze. "It's a good choice James. Sabini is running all of Alfie's bookies off of his courses." She began to reason.

"Not only that." Carried on Thomas, lighting a cigarette as he leant back in his chair. "He's closing down premises that take all his rum, no one trusts his protection anymore."

Arthur stood up from his chair, moving to stand behind Jules' chair that sat across from James, placing his hands to the back of her chair.

"So how are we going to help him?" He asked. "We've given him fifty men, and Jules has given him fifty men. All with weapons." He explained.

"Plus a new relationship with the police." She chimes in. "Oh you've really gone and fucking done it now." Complained James, standing up and leaving.

"I need to go as well." Admitted Jules, putting back on her fur coat to quickly leave. "I'll see you all later."

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Jules was fast asleep in bed, the fire lit by her kept her warm and allowed her tiredness to ease.

But it was ruined as a pounding came from the front door, the woman thinking it was the coppers doing another raid as she grabbed her gun.

"Open the fucking door Jules!" Shouted none other than Thomas from behind her door.

As she opened it her eyes felt somewhat swollen from her deep sleep, the sun urging them to remain closed. "What do you want?" She asked. "I was enjoying a joyful sleep."