"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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Lola was sitting on the armchair in the living room when Isiah walked in carrying multiple rifles and guns, "Holy shit it's Father Christmas."
Isiah put the guns down, "Yeah. And if you're good you get what you deserve. Fucking come here, you."
Lola stood up walked over to Isiah and kissed him, she laughed when he picked her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist
Just then the phone rang, Isiah groaned as he walked over to it, "Maple 246."
Lola walked over to the phone and listened, "Isiah, it's Tommy, family meeting, Charlie's Yard, Boxing Day, midday. I can't raise John but I'll send Michael to get him. Can you go down to Pol's and get her she seems to like you more than Michael at the minute."
"Yeah I'm on it Merry Christmas."
"Merry Christmas, Isiah...and Lola."
"Tom." Lola said
Isiah then walked over to the door and picked up his coat, "You stay inside you lock the doors. When I get Pol I'll drive back up to get you and the girls alright?"
"Do you think I can't handle myself?" Lola asked
Isiah shook his head, "No I think you can. In fact I know you can just...please."
"Okay." Lola said as she walked towards Isiah, "Get my mum out. Black Hand is kill or be killed."
"I know." Isiah said as he kissed her, "Be careful."
"I always am."
. . . . . . . . .
That afternoon Lola was sitting at her desk with Ellie sitting on the bed playing with a toy and Molly asleep in the crib, "You do know you don't have to sit there right?"
She turned around and looked at Omar who was sitting on a chair by the door with a rifle in his hand, "Whilst I am still working for you, I protect you it is that simple."
"I have gun and I am very very well versed in how to use it." Lola said
Before Omar could say anything they heard shots, "Just the neighbours shooting pigeons. Not the mafia." Lola said
