If I Can't Have you

(54) The Sapphire

"I've had the message," Tommy states.

"What message, Tom?" Jemima queries.

"The one from Churchill," Tommy responds, scratching his jaw, "for fucks sake."

"What does he want?" Jemima asks.

"There's a war, Churchill wants us to supply tanks to the side that is losing," Tommy says, "and to provide some dynamite to the Soviets, so they can blow up a fucking train, therefore giving the British government a reason to cut ties with the communist government."

"That is...very political," Jemima replies, and he nods, "I don't want this business, I meant what I said when I was done with expanding but.."

"You don't know what will happen if you say no," Jemima inputs.

"Exactly," Tommy says, "I don't know what sort of connection these people have, I don't know what leverage they have."

"They've brought you into a game you don't want to or know how to play," Jemima states.

"Yes," Tommy responds, "the fuck do I know about politics? I don't want to be involved in that shit. I just want a quiet life, I want to watch Leo grow up and I want to grow old with you. I do not want to partake in this shit."

"But you have to," Jemima sighs, "Tom, I know its not like the London thing, or the Irish thing, this is bigger."

"I just don't want to lose you because of business again, I don't like what bad business does to me, I don't like how I act and I don't like how that impacts you," Tommy says, pulling her into his arms.

"I can't leave you that easily, we're married now," Jemima teases.

"Not what I meant," Tommy groans.

"I know, but the fact we're having a conversation about it, is already an improvement, we're going to be just fine, Tom, mainly because being without you was the hardest thing I've ever had to do," Jemima whispers, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek.

"I have a meeting with a man from Tbilisi in a while," Tommy states, "they're to pay me for the events that occurred at the wedding, and to discuss further 'business' ventures."

"Ah yes, the events that mean we have a fucking body buried at the bottom of the estate," Jemima remarks, as Tommy takes her hands in his.

"This is it, Jemima, one last thing and we'll have all the money we could dream of, this is the end," Tommy promises, kissing each of her knuckles, "then it'll all be legal business."

-

"Jemima, come in here," Max says, "fucking hell."

Jemima had only stepped out of the meeting in order to get herself a drink, and soon found herself being rushed back into the room by Max.

"Why?" Polly asks, raising her voice slightly.

"Why? Because we fucking can! And if we can, we do!" Tommy responds, "and if we lift our heels off their necks now, they'll just come at us."

Arthur was pacing angrily across the room, John was silently staring at the table. Polly scoffs before looking at Jemima, "can you knock some fucking sense into him? He's going to get us all fucking killed."

"I feel like I missed a lot," Jemima states.

"Johns cut Angel Changretta, Tommy is praising him for it, the idiots are messing with the fucking Sicilian mafia," Polly tells her.

"We're not scared of fucking Italians, Polly," John remarks.

"Why did you cut Angel, John?" Jemima queries, "and please do not tell me it is because he and Lizzie were interested in each other."