The sounds of a horses hooves echoed across the streets of Small Heath, sat upon a jet black, midnight horse, a man with a stone-cold face rode along the cobbled streets. Approaching a small street, the man comes to a still in-front of a small girl, quivering in fear.
"Sir? This is her." A small man, not looking into the horse-riders eyes remarked.
A gruff voice spoke from atop the ebony horse, "The girl who tells fortunes?."
Whispers escaped the small girl as voices reverberated around the street, "They're doing a magic spell to make her win a race."
Red powder was blown onto the horses face as it snorted with the unwanted substance.
"The horse's names' Monaghan Boy. Kempton, three oclock, Monday. You ladies have a bet yourselves but dont tell anyone else." The voice spoke again, loudly above the whispers.
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Unconditional Love
FanfictionAinsley and Thomas Shelby, are madly, no, insatiably in love with each other. Ever since they were children. They went from fighting away bullies to fighting their feelings - although they inevitably lost that fight. Where you see one, the other is...
