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"Next time it will be your cock I cut off!"- Francis Shelby
It was always somewhat soothing when the betting shop was busy. And that was exactly what it was that morning. Today was a busy day as it was but it was an extra amount of bustling as it was also the Shelby matriarch's birthday. Everyone that worked for the Shelby's had come to know that Polly hated her birthday being celebrated. That's why nobody would say a thing when she walked in.
Nobody but Thomas Shelby.
Francis was readying herself for the elder woman to walk through the doors, she was sat at her desk checking over this months money intakes, outtakes and wages. She hasn't believed it when John told her that it was hundreds of pounds income from just the last two weeks. The business was thriving.
"Twenty out for the coppers, ten for the suits, five for dresses and twenty for the workers..." she hummed to herself chewing on her pencil.
It never seemed fair how little everybody was paid but nobody ever seemed to mind. Being associated with the blinders meant you had their protection. For most that was payment enough.
The betting shop doors swung open with a loud thud. But instead of Polly walking in, it was Thomas. He gave quick nods to everyone before sauntering over to Fran's office.
Unluckily for Thomas he had caught her on a bad day. The baby was kicking and she hadn't seen him in weeks... she was furious. Instead of her usual bright smile she had a deep frown, that made her look far more terrifying than she was, and angry eyes. Thomas looked around nervously. He had hoped that she would welcome him back with open arms but instead he was greeted with harsh stares from his wife to be.
With a loud groan and also whilst being careful of her ever growing bump she stood to face him.
"Where have you been?" She asked quietly.
"Away... sorting business, Francis" his reply was coded and short. "We don't have much time to talk before Polly gets here I have things planned for her" he removed his peaky cap and set it on Fran's desk.
He walked back over to her looked her up and down before placing a gentle hand on her bump "you're getting big" he smiled down at her.
"Thank you, Mr Shelby" she replied, a smile slightly creeping on her face.
Everyone outside of her office stood watching in confusion.
"I'm sorry I left, Francis. But I'm back now" he placed a soft kiss on her temple.
As she was about to speak again the betting shop doors opened once more.
