𝟷𝟹. 𝙱𝚘𝚘𝚖

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  "You aren't very good at this whole

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"You aren't very good at this whole... secrecy thing"- Finn Shelby

To die a hero, a simple task really. Help an elder across the street, cook for the homeless, take care of a sick person. All things could get you considered to be a hero... but to be a villain is another story.

Finn's life was on the line all thanks to none other than the Thomas Shelby. Francis stood in shock, her calloused overworked hands trembled in fear as did her legs.

"Finn, don't move" Thomas said sternly.

The little boy only giggled and continued to move the steering wheel. "Look, Tommy! I'm pretending to be you!" He said in a sweet voice almost completely oblivious to the danger he was in.

Francis took three steps closer to the car and put her hand out to the child. "What door did you come in through, Finn?" She asked still trying to stay calm.

"I didn't" he stated plainly "I climbed in" and with that he let out a giggle.

Horror was written all over Tommy's face, he was genuinely afraid for his kid brothers safety. Tommy did just as Francis had done and put his arm out to the car. "I need you to climb out the way you climbed in." Without warning Finn jumped from the seat and opened the left hand door.

"Finn!" Francis screamed in terror. She put her arms around him and crouched to the ground covering him with her body.

Thomas ran over to the car and snatched the grenade off of the floor. "Clear!" He yelled to passers on the street. Then he ran down to both of them to shelter them from the explosion.

Finn was crying and Francis was profusely shaking, Thomas knew he had messed up and this war with the Lees needed to end. He took Finn's face in his hands and stared him dead in the eyes. "This is why you never pretend to be me, Finn." He pulled both of them up from the ground and headed back in the direction of polly's home.

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Francis was sat on the kitchen floor in her small house. An amount of four letters sat unopened infront of her. One looked old and the other three looked newer, she knew these were all from her family.

A sudden knock caused her to jump from her place on the floor. She calmly walked to the door and upon opening it she saw Thomas stood drenched in water. After pulling him inside and drying him off she sat back on the floor -now wrapped in a dark crimson blanket- and continued to stare at the letter. "Are you going to just stare at them or open them?" Thomas let out a loud huff as he thudded on the floor next to her resting his back on her small sofa.

𝗗𝗲𝗮𝗿 𝗙𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗶𝘀 - 𝗧𝗵𝗼𝗺𝗮𝘀 𝗦𝗵𝗲𝗹𝗯𝘆 𝘅 𝗢/𝗖Where stories live. Discover now