ᴵᵀᴬᴸᴵᴱᴺ ˁᴵᴿᴱᴺ| 𝙏𝙝𝙤𝙢𝙖𝙨 𝙎𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙗𝙮

quarto capitolo

»»————- London 1920 ————-««

The creepy feeling you get when you think someone is following you. And those tingles, when you notice, your being watched from far. A pair of eyes which follow your every step.

Liliana noticed the brown eyes watching her all morning. No matter where she went he was there, waiting for her. A tall,handsome, dark skinned boy, with pitch black hair and honey brown eyes. At first she thought it was coincidence, that he appeared to be wherever she went. But after some time she noticed the peaky cap, which is now stuffed in his coat pocket. He followed her this morning to the library, the market, the jewelry store and finally to her parents house.
The Italian had at first assumed that Alfie Solomon was once again behind all of this and he sent of his henchmen to spy on her. To be fair it wouldn't be first time and perhaps not the last. But this young man didn't seem to know his way around in the capital and nearly lost her twice as she spontaneously took another road to confuse him. Lilliana was certain, he was sent by the peaky devil himself.

As she neared down the streets towards her own home, she took a look around the corner and disappeared in a dark ally between two buildings. Liliana knew London compared to the young man like the back of her hand. She chose the dark ally between a old bookstore, which would be closed by now and the grocery shop of her old neighbor mrs. Margaret, which is visiting her family in Scotland at the moment.

Isaiah didn't question the strange behavior of the posh girl and followed her nevertheless, immediately trying to keep up with her. Never would the young blinder have thought that a woman with 15inch high heels could possible walk as fast as she did. No not walk. She particularly ran in the dark ally.
'Posh city girls' he sighed, who knows what goes on inside of their head. But what he did know, was that he wasn't allowed to lose her under no circumstances. Thomas Shelby would have his head if he did. The order was simple, be discreet, keep a check on her and find out anything useful. Even though he might've not know the reason and intentions for this missions, he knew this woman seemed to be important. Tommy payed him a lot of money and threatened him to keep his mouth closed. And this is why the young man started to panic, when he stepped into the dark ally and couldn't find her. He swore she just disappeared a couple of seconds ago and it also seemed to be a dead end. So no way to escape. Perhaps she noticed that he followed her? While he looked confused around and walked deeper in, he didn't seem to be aware, of the sudden movements behind him, until it was to late. But before he had the chance to turn around and face the responsible person, his back was suddenly pressed against the cold stone wall.

"Who the fuck are you?" Liliana asked as she pressed the cold barrel against his forehead and her knee pushed his thigh further against the wall.

Isaiah was lost of words and didn't know what to respond. He heard from the other peaky boys at the docks in London, that woman in the big city are a different kind of bread. Rumors has it that woman this days seemed to participate in the same business as men. They were ruthless, confident and more straight forward nowadays. Everyone in England heard about the all female gang forty elephants, which ran the capitals biggest shoplifting racket. But a feeling told him that this woman is not part of the gang. She didn't seem like a robber or pity small town criminal.And he was right. It's not the forty elephants Liliana worked for.

Isaiah slowly opened his mouth but no proper words came out. " I.. I am, you.."

The brunette rolled her eyes, before she sighed.         If she would have known that Thomas Shelbys sent kids to do soldiers job's these days, she would have never taken out her gun in the first place and given herself away. She knew she had to play this one now nice and slow.

While she put her gun back into the holster under her coat, Liliana took out a cigarette, which she lit afterwards, while remaining in the same position. Not even two feet of space between them and her knee still pressed against his thigh. She blew the smoke straight in his face as she kept a firm stare.