"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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Tommy has being held by a man suddenly a shot rang off and he fell into Tommy and they both fell onto the floor.
"Oh, for crying out loud. What the fuck is going on?" Alfie asked as he stood up
Tommy took his gun out as he stood up and saw Michael and Lola standing by the door, Tommy pointed his gun at Alfie, "What is the matter with you, Tommy, eh?" He walked towards Tommy and Tommy put the gun to his head, "You got fucking angry didn't you!"
"Yeah I got fucking angry!" Tommy shouted
Michael ran towards them and pushed Alfie backwards getting in between them shouting, "Tommy, I know this bastard deserves it!"
Tommy pushed Michael away as Alfie was shouting, "It's in your fucking head mate!"
Michael got back in between them, "I know this bastard deserves it! I fucking know! But if you kill him now! The truce with the London outfits will be blown to fucking pieces, all right."
"Don't worry about that truce, kid, right, because it fell apart. You got nothing to worry about when it comes to the ol' scary London boys." Alfie said
Lola looked at Alfie and shouted, "Which fucking side are you on, Alfie?"
Alfie looked at Lola, "I do not give a fuck right now, sweetheart. All right? I do not want him to spare me because of some fucking peace pact. I want him to acknowledge that his anger is fucking justified! I want him to acknowledge that he who fights by the sword, he fucking dies by it, Tommy. So what, they took your boy did they, eh?"
Alfie walked towards Tommy, "They have got your boy? What fucking line am I supposed to have crossed? How many fathers, right, how many sons, yeah, have you cut, kill, murder fucking butchered, innocent and guilty? You are going straight to fucking hell, ain't ya? Just like me! You fucking stand there, you, judging me, stand there and talk to me about crossing some fucking line. If you pull that trigger, right, you pull that trigger for a fucking honourable reason. Like an honourable man, not like some fucking civilian that does not understand the wicked way of our world, mate."
Lola stepped forwards and said, "Look, Tom, killing Alfie is not going to help anyone, it is not going to miraculously get Charlie back to you. You need to listen to me."
