Love from Gangsters

Chapter 10

Thomas's POV

After my conversation with Y/n I felt the power that I had lost. She was cold to me this time, treating me how I am supposed to be treated. Not flirting with me pushing my buttons. I was the one pushing buttons this time.

I didn't buy her wanting to watch the horse's excuse. Her father was in the business of horses, he did a lot of business. I wasn't interested in either of them, but having him as an ally rather than an enemy would be nice.

I pulled Arthur to the side before the races started. "You boys have business to attend to while the races are going on," I said, making sure no one else was watching.

"Oi-Tommy Y/n wanted me to-" Arthur tried speaking before I interrupted him.

"I don't care what Y/n bloody wants Arthur, You are a Peaky Blinder not her bitch." I said, slapping him in the back of the head. I haven't made those three do much, I've made my other men. They've been too distracted by Y/n to keep a clear head.

Arthur sighed, "I'll grab John and Michael." Arthur walked towards the two others and whispered in both of their ears. They looked back at me and I nodded. They got up and said their goodbyes to Y/n.

I had special needs for Grace as well, I hollered for her and she came walking over. "I need you to hold up the other end of our bargain," I whispered in her ear. She shook her head and walked off.

While the door shut the gun fired and the horses were off. I walked towards Y/n who had the biggest grin on her face not even looking up at me. She looked like a little kid who had just found a wad of cash.

"You weren't kidding about the horses were you?" I asked looking back up at the races.

"I don't lie, which ones have you entered?" she asked me, still not looking at me.

"How do you know I entered any horses?" I asked, sitting next to her grabbing her half empty glass. She gave me a glance and looked back at the track.

"Rich men don't come to the races without horses," she grabbed her glass back and drank the rest of the whisky that was in it.

"Smart girl Y/n," I said, filling her glass. She looked at me with a weird face and then she went back to her old self.

"Not as smart as you apparently, I heard you sent a letter to my father," she stared at me like she was seeing through me. "Bringing Grace was nice, seeing that you are interested in me makes me more eager to tear you apart piece by piece," She said, sipping the whisky I had just poured her.

"Grace is an old friend that needed a favor-" I tried explaining to her. She cut me off once again.

"Save it Thomas Shelby, you want to make my father an ally and you want to make me jealous." she said walking behind me. I heard something unzip and then I turned around.

"Put your clothes back on Y/n, others are going to be able to see you," I didn't break my stare, I could tell she liked being looked at and she was not afraid of someone's stare.

She crept closer, "Does it make you jealous that others might be able to see what you have wanted since the first night you saw me?" she asked, standing a few inches away from me, no bra, just underwear.

"Do you always do this when alone with a man?" I questioned her, hoping her facial expression would break and it never did.

"No, never, besides Arthur." The words pained me when she said my brother's name. Have they done anything I wasn't aware about? I looked down, lighting a cigarette and looking back up at her beautiful body.

I grabbed her pushing her towards the wall next to the door making sure no one else could see her figure.

I put her arms above her head with my right hand and locked the other door with my left. I could see she looked at the door and looked back at me. She gave me a grin.

I couldn't help myself. I pressed my lips with hers and she ripped her head away with the biggest grin on her face. She broke out into laughter.

I grew cold with her. I threw her hands down and punched the wall right next to her head. She didn't flinch.

She pulled me back by pressing her lips on mine, she whispered in my ear "this is all you're getting," she said, pressing back on my lips.

I wrapped her arms in one of my hands and grabbed her neck with the other. The kiss was so passionate, filled with fire and rage.

After a few more seconds I let her go, seeing the bruise I had formed on her wrists. She picked her dress up and turned around.

"Could you zip me up?" she asked, looking back at me.

I walked towards her not saying a word, I zipped her dress back up and she walked back to the balcony. I looked at her neck not seeing any bruises, only on her wrists. She didn't even look at them.

"I'm sorry," I said, sitting next to her.

"For what?" she asked, looking at me. I pointed at her wrists. She looked down.

"For that," I said.

"Give me my gloves," she said, pointing at her bag. I went and grabbed them walking back to her. She had her hands out. I put them on her and grabbed my drink.

"We missed the race," I said, laughing a little.

"My first time," she said, looking at me with a blank stare.

"First time, missing a race?" I chuckled. "There will be more," I said, sitting my drink down.

"My first time kissing a man, Bloody hell Thomas," She said, looking away.

"What?" is all I could say. She didn't look back at me and then the door opened.