The Child Of A Shelby (Peaky Blinders)

Distrust

(Alfie's P.O.V.)
"This is my mother" Ozzy said showing me the photo in the necklace. I had asked him about it and he went ahead and showed me it. "And the other photo?" I questioned pointing to the side where he kept his thumb on. "Nothing" he told me, I chuckled "I can see that you're hiding something behind you thumb". "No there is nothing there" he snapped at me and quickly closed the necklace. "Okay, okay" I said and put my hands up in surrender. Internally I sighed as I watched the young boy put his necklace back into his pocket. I knew I had to find another way to be able to see the photo of his father. I just had to be sure that it was or wasn't Tommy. I watched the boy turn around and walk towards his bed before laying down and preparing to go to sleep. I waited long just to be sure that he was fast asleep. I pushed myself up from my chair and quietly walked towards Ozzy. I bowed over him to see if he is indeed fast and peacefully asleep. I carefully pulled the necklace out of his pocket without alerting him awake. I stepped away from Ozzy and out of his room. I arrived in my living room and sat down with a grunt on my chair. I looked at my hand and saw the necklace. I hesitated a bit, if Ozzy found out I would betray his trust. He never showed me his necklace before today. I was suprised he wanted to show me his mother. So maybe I should wait for him to show me his father on his own account. My finger hovered over the golden necklace in hesitation. Eventually, I sighed and pulled my hand away from the one holding the necklace. I grabbed my cane and pushed myself up before walking back towards Oscar. I opened the door and stopped walking in further. Oscar had woken up and was now glaring angrily at me. "I can explain" I said as he looked down at my hand that held his necklace. He didn't give me a chance and walked towards me and snatched his necklace out of my hand before pushing past me. "Oscar" I called out and tried to turn around. He ignored me and kept walking back to his room. He turned around while holding onto the door. He angrily huffed before slamming it shut in my face. "That went... well" I told myself. I debated wether or not I should try and explain myself to him. But I knew better, the boy is stubborn and wouldn't even listen to me. I could try my best and explain but he would just continue to think I lied. So I decided to pet him be and wait for him to come to me.

The next morning

With a plate of food in my hand I made my way to where Oscar resided. The door still firmly closed. I knocked on the door "I've brought you... a peace offering?" I questioned as I looked down at the plate with breakfast. Nothing came from the room, not a single word or sound. "Come on, sleeping beauty" I said knocking once again onto the door. Yet again nothing in return came from behind the door. I pushed the door open "wake-" I started but never finished it. I noticed that he was gone, no trace of him left anywhere.

Meanwhile

(Tommy's P.O.V.)
I was looking through the letters and documents that laid on my desk. One letter caught my eye. It was adressed to me. But I had not seen that way of adressing me in a long time, same goes for the handwriting. I took in a deep breath before reading the adressed name again.

Cara Mia

(My beloved)

That was what Greta Jurossi, my first love, called me.

Published: 9th of November 2022

I hope the translation to from English to Italian is the right one. If not please do tell me so I can change it to the correct grammar.

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