Zoey Richardson
A treasured social elite or a criminal Cleopatra?
A cunning young woman or simply a lucky naive girl?
Widower or murderess?
Traitor or victim?
Duality had always played a role in this authentically zealous woman's life. On the out...
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Two shadows walked side by side in the dead of night. Behind them was an army of black bowler caps, all stepping in sync, moving as a unit. Coppers nervously turned a blind eye, even the completely obliterated miscreants of London's burrows stirred clear.
Splitting the entrance to the Eden club to a forceful open, Charlie Richardson emerged, silencing the party almost instantly. His brother Eddie appears by his side holding his signature crowbar.
"You boys ain't allowed to be here." The security team had met the Richardson brother on the now-empty dance floor, it was more of a stage now than anything- everyone watching in anticipation. Peaked caps vs bowler, the South London torture gang toe to toe with the peaky fucking blinders. Everything that was about to unfold would soon turn into a street legend.
"Is that right?" Charlie flashed him an unnerving smile before looking at his brother, "Is that right, Ed?"
"Apparently so Char," Eddie responded, moving around the edge of the crowd line and making eye contact with anyone who dared, twirling his crowbar between his fingers.
"You see mate, I could have sworn this is my sister's club." Charlie put false politeness coating his words as he took another step forward his toe now partially touching the Blinder's, "And that makes this..." He gestured vaguely around him as his soldiers began to circle, "Mine by divine, god-fucking-given right." At this, the two men stared at each other for a moment, both fuelled with testosterone and hate. The only difference was, Charlie Richardson was evil incarnate- forged by their father the devil himself, and raised with one narcissistic philosophy engraved into his soul. Everything was disposable to him, even family.
The Blinder leaned in ever so slightly, not phased by Charlie or his gang, why would he be? He didn't know their reputation. "Fuck off." With that, the volcano erupted, and with it came unspeakable violence, grueling horror spreading like wildfire, screams filled the rest of that night, and blood soon painted every inch of those golden walls.
And at the end of it all, Charlie stood overlooking from the banister- watching with pride, appreciating his kingdom of terror. Bodies littered, piled even- women being manhandled and raped out in the open, innocent civilians who wanted to enjoy the night now being tortured for his own amusement and pleasure even. "Your move Zo."
