"Who are we up against this time?"
Lola Gray, the daughter of the gangster Polly Gray, Wife of Isiah Jesus, Sister to Michael Gray and now mother to Ellie Jesus-Gray. Being a mother has its ups and downs, but when you're a Shelby nothing stays peac...
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In the betting den, Lola, Esme were working, "It's not fair. They're off drinking and shooting rifles as we sit here. Listen to the mugs swearing, spitting on the bloody floor for us to fucking wipe up!" Esme shouted as she sat down
Lola looked at the door as Polly walked in, "Isiah told me Tom's taking them out to the woods. We're doing all the work for them."
"Without men here, they'd be like dogs pissing up the wall." Esme said, she looked back to look at Polly, "I was just saying it's not fair. The men are down there like lords."
Lola threw a glove at Esme who caught it then stuck her middle finger up at her, "Esme, just... Get on with it." Polly sighed as she walked over to the safe
"I'm bloody five months gone!" Esme shouted as she sniffed some cocaine
Polly leaned on the safe as she shouted towards them, "I forgot the combination."
"24-8-22." Lizzie called over to her
"How do you know the paper cash combination?" Polly asked
Esme snorted and said, "Tommy talks in his sleep."
Lizzie looked at her, "Shut up, Esme."
Polly groaned, "He's changed the combination."
Lizzie dropped her pencil and walked over to her, "Esme. Don't react, don't do anything to make them think I've just told you something alright?"
Esme nodded, "We can just talk gypsy. Lizzie doesn't know it and I'm pretty sure Polly isn't taking anything in at the moment."
Lola paused before she nodded, "Good idea....I'm pregnant."
Esme snorted before covering her mouth as Polly and Lizzie looked at them, "Carry on." Esme moved her chair closer to Lola, "You're fucking pregnant?" Lola nodded, "Does Isiah know?"
Lola nodded, "Yeah told him yesterday."
Lizzie then walked over to them and they stopped talking, "Don't stop on my account. Not that I know what you're saying and actually, I am sleeping with Tommy, Ok? Now and then. Because he wants to, now and then. When the mood takes him. Except we don't sleep. It's hard to sleep bent over a desk, isn't it?"
