Forbidden Alliances // Alfie Solomons Peaky Blinders

(84) Murderer pt. 2

*edited 03/20/23*

"What the fuck do you mean, Tommy?!" Freya's voice was loud and aggressive and based on how she waved her hands in the air with a matching tone, Tommy and Arthur found her stance alarming. "You didn't say anything about doing their bloody bidding for money!"

"You don't think I know that!" Tommy argued, smoking another cigarette as they stood in his library, just the three of them while the party continued outside.

"We said," Freya slammed her hand down on his open palm with built-up rage. "We transport the vehicles for cash, and as mutual protection, yeah? We kill. We said nothing about killing a man because he's an infiltraitor on their end!"

"Tommy..." Arthur drew out incredulously, not understanding how his brother could get them so deep in the mud without telling them a thing.

"Well we can't back down, you know that!" Tommy pointed directly at Freya, remembering how she acted when they first discussed the payment for the vehicle transports. "Especially now that they've made contact. They don't just know what the papers say or what our voices sound like, they know us now and we can't back out. He is a bloody Red! We work for the Whites. They thought he was too and I guarantee you they knew this before they sent the money!"

"They set us up?" Arthur asked.

"They set us up," Tommy affirmed. 

"What the fuck do you want us to do now?" Freya shot back with a wildly unstable look in her eye that Tommy knew he would have to ease somehow.

"We make a ruckus. Work in the chaos. I want none of this anywhere near my house, do we understand?" Tommy nodded at his siblings, smoking through his cigarette way too quickly before moving for another.

"He is in your bloody house!" Freya yell-whispered, her mouth hanging agape, her eyes wide with surprise, and her brows furrowed with passionate aggravation.

"We get him the fuck out," Tommy explained the obvious. "I want Isiah by the gate when they arrive. I want to see the cash before we do a thing," he insisted. "I need you to find Johnny Dogs and take the boys out around back. Bets, races, anything you can think of, do it," he instructed Arthur, earning a devilish smirk in response as he replaced his worry with mischief.

"I need you to be ready," he instructed. His words sent bubbles of anxiety through Freya's body. The Russians were known for using bombs and automatic rifles, they were stereotypically known for being violent, and working with the militia was an obvious giveaway. The power struggle resulted in violence. Russia was a giant country, there would constantly be a war over who owned that much power.

"I need you to be a Blinder, Freya." He puffed a cloud of smoke into her face unconsciously, so when he noticed her uncomfortable blinking through the smoke, he backed away. "I need you to be ready to take some shit. I need you by my side and I need you to not think about anyone else but whose here, alright?"

Fuck.

"Yeah," she replied, nodding her head almost too quickly.

If only he knew Alfie was upstairs. She knew he worded it so she wouldn't be thinking of Alfie when she helped Tommy make the deal, but if he knew Alfie was there, everything would be different.

"Fine," she huffed out harshly. "But Tommy," she groaned. "How the fuck did you dig this deep?" she scoffed with a tight chest bothering her more than usual.

Tommy only scoffed. "Once a clay-kicker, always a clay-kicker, eh?" He turned on his heels and rubbed at his face again, feeling the pressure sitting between and behind his eyes like his brain was ready to explode.