Peaky Blinders. One shot and imagines

Dangerous liaison - Part 4 - Tommy x Reader

Tommy, Arthur and John got to their feet, as they saw Alfie's sister approach. (Y/n) stopping to have a quick conversation with the tall, slender Frenchman, before making her way towards the brothers.

"Gentlemen............Welcome. I was not aware that you knew of my humble little establishment, never mind that you would be gracing me with your presence this evening. Please excuse the mix up, as Phillipe explained, I am very selective about who is allowed into my club, given my cliental. But you, all of you, are of course welcome here any time that you like. Paddy and Charles will be informed, so whenever you boys find yourself in the capital, you will have no further issues. Now, please, if you follow me..............." (Y/n) greeted with a broad smile, giving the pair of burly doormen a glare that was so reminiscent of one of her brothers, that all three of the Shelby's were sure they would drop dead from fright, before her smiled returned and she gestured for them to follow her.

The club was already a buzz, despite the hour being quite early. People packed onto the huge dance floor; bodies close to one another as they moved. It was a truly magnificent venue. The decorations were rich, yet not gaudy. Stylish with a hint of grandeur. Highlights of gold here and there, giving it a kind of subtle splendour. There was a large stage upon which sat a band. The music filling the expanse. The table that filled what was left out the ground level, were also a buzz. The sounds of popping champagne corks, and laughter still audible over the music. Tommy had to admit that he was impressed. Had to wonder how (Y/n) had been able to do all this, to achieve all this in really such a short space of time.

Suddenly, there was a flurry of activity, as two well dressed waiters appeared and placed a new table on one of the raised areas in one of the corners of the expanse. Three chairs, a tablecloth and all manner of other items following quickly behind, until it resembled all the others in the establishment.

"Please gentlemen, have a seat; the table is yours. I will have some champagne brought for you as an apology for the mix up. And if you require anything else, food, cigarettes, please speak to Lizzie here, and she will take care of it." (Y/n) said, as she pointed to a smiling young woman. John taking the toothpick out of his mouth and giving her a wink.

"Will ya join us................?" Tommy asked, as he took a seat. (Y/n) looking at him with the same look as she had given him in her brother's office. A bucket of ice with two bottles of champagne being placed between he and Arthur, as three glasses were put on the table.

"Well, that is very nice of you, Mister Shelby. Perhaps later. As you may understand, I am kept a little busy. As your bible says...........there is no rest for the wicked.................."

"And are you wicked, Miss Solomons...............?" Tommy asked, as pulled a cigarette from its case, bringing it to his lips before lighting it. His tempestuous eyes never leaving hers, as he waited for a reply.

"As wicked as they come, Mister Shelby. Now, please enjoy your evening." (Y/n) answered. A seductive smile gracing her features as she and Tommy continued to look at one another for a moment, before the younger Solomons gave him a nod and made her way through the darkened array of tables.

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Tommy sat there, still nursing his first glass of champagne. The rest of the two bottles having been consumed by Arthur and John. The younger of which, was now on the dance floor with a rather pretty red head. Tommy had been taking mental notes all evening. Moving in his seat, as he caught fleeting glimpses of the proprietor, talking to, and laughing with, some of her guests. He was still impressed, not just by his surroundings, but by the younger Solomons. She knew what she was doing, she worked the room like an expert. Charm oozing out of her every pore, as she spoke, as she gave cheeky little touches and winks here and there. He could still see no physical similarity between Alfie and his sister; but after watching her for so long, he had seen little things, subtle things that if he hadn't already spent some time with Alfie, he might not see. But they were there. And it wasn't just the look that she had given the doormen a few hours before. There were movements, hand gestures, a certain twist to the lips, that spoke of the baker. Though Tommy was just happy that she was so much better looking.

"Where ya going...............?" Arthur asked, as Tommy got to his feet.

"To do somethin............." Came the cryptic reply. Arthur shaking his head, as his brother made his way into the slightly lit area that surrounded the dancefloor. The oldest brother, finishing his drink before calling the young Lizzie over to get him another one.

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"You've been avoiding me, Miss Solomons............" A voice came. (Y/n) looking over her shoulder to see Tommy make his way to her side and sit next to her at the bar.

"I have no need to avoid you, Mister Shelby. As I said, I had things to do; a place like this doesn't just run itself, though I do like to make it appear as though it does. And please, in here, my name is Havers, (Y/n) Havers............." (Y/n) replied, as she turned to look at him properly. A slight chuckle leaving her lips, as Tommy furrowed his brows.

"It sounds much more Gentile than Solomons. Certain people can be funny about the Jewish thing. So, only those that need to know, know. That is why when you told Phillipe that you were acquainted with (Y/n) Solomons, he knew that he and the others had fucked up. You see, they have all met Alfie. And no one wants to get on the wrong side of my dear, sweet brother." (Y/n) replied, as she gestured for the barman to bring over two drinks.

"You don't look anything like him...........sound like him.............." Tommy commented, as he took the large scotch that had been placed on the bar.

"Is that a good, or bad thing.....................?"

"Good.................."

"Well, I don't know if I should say thank you, or be insulted on my brother's behalf..............." (Y/n) chuckled, before taking a drink and continuing.

"Alfie went out of his way to ensure that I was nothing like him. He wanted better for me. He wanted me to have all the chances that he didn't. So, (Y/n) Havers was created, and sent to all the best schools. She was taught how to speak properly, to walk properly, to hold herself correctly. But little (Y/n) Solomons is still inside me; and if pushed, I can be more like Alfie than you would believe................"

"I'd like to see what else is inside of you..............." Tommy remarked, as his eyes moved between her lips and the sparkle in her beautiful orbs.

"Is that right................?" (Y/n) enquired, as stared into those eyes which held behind them such fury, such raw emotion, that she feared falling into them and never being able to get back out.

"And I would very much like to see what makes Tommy Shelby tick. So..............." (Y/n) replied, as she finished her drink. A bottle of champagne being placed next to her, as she got to her feet.

"Perhaps we should take this somewhere a little quieter." The young Solomons added, as she took the bottle and made her way through the club. Tommy finishing his drink, before following after her.