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Matilda had been working for 2 hours, the shift felt like it was dragging on. She was working by herself too, since Harry took the day off.
She flashed a small smile at the guy she placed a rum infront of before turning to pull a pint for another. The doors flew open and everyone went silent as they all looked at the two men in the door way.
"Holy shit it's Billy fucking Kimber!"
Matilda rolled my eyes, recognising the name and knowing he was linked, glancing under the bar to make sure there was a gun in its place, which there was. "Any man in here by the name Shelby?" Billy asked, looking around. No one spoke a word.
"I said, any man in here by the name fucking Shelby!?" He shouted, raising his gun and shooting the ceiling.
Matilda stood unfazed, drying the glass in her hand. The door to the private room opened and Tommy, Arthur and John stood, guns by their side.
"Everyone out!" Tommy shouted. The pub was empty within a minute and Tommy looked over to Matilda. "Bottle of whiskey and 5 glasses please, love." She nodded, taking it over and placing them on the table.
"You know I've never been a fan of women in bars but when they look like that." Billy whistled making Matilda look over her shoulder and give him a dirty look.
"Right I'd never heard of ya, then I did hear of ya, some diddy, backstreet razor gang, which I didn't care about until I found out you fucked me over, so now you have my undivided attention." Kimber started, "so which one am I talking to, who's the boss?"
"Well, I'm the oldest." Arthur sniffled, looking up at the man opposite him.
"Ha, clearly." Billy shook his head, a smirk on his face.
"Are you laughing at my brother?" John had venom laced in his voice, Matilda just stood and watched the scene unfold.
"Right, you're the oldest, you're the thickest," he started, pointing to Arthur and John. "I'm told the boss is called Tommy, and I'm guessing that's you, because you're looking me up and down like I'm a fucking tart!" He spat, his eyes now locked on Tommy's.
He didn't reply for a second, his lips curving into a smirk. "I wanna know what you want."
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"Right, had enough of yous now," Kimber stood from his seat, his eyes shooting over to Matilda. "Make sure you bring that one with ya to Cheltenham, Tommy." Was all he finished with as he walked out of the pub.
"What a fucking prick!" Matilda's mouth hung open in shock, throwing her hands in the air. "Don't know who the fuck he thinks looking at me like that, he looks like my grandmas big fucking toe, and she's been dead fuckin years!"
Arthur and John sat laughing at the woman as she went on, walking around the bar and sitting in front of her boys, pouring herself a whiskey and necking it back in one.
"Fokin' hell, Tilda, calm down." John chuckled, shaking his head at the small brunette.
"Absolute dickhead." She mumbled, pouring herself another glass.
