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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Like most things in Zoey Richardson's life, the Eden club was just another achievement of hers that was stolen by toxic misogynistic men. And after everything she'd been through and lost, it came as no surprise to anyone but her how much inner rage she had repressed.
Zoey had never thought of herself as an angry or aggressive person, that was of course until tonight. The turnout at her club was hardly anything compared to when it was under her management, clearly, the customers prefer going to a venue that isn't ran by a psychopath like her brother. In fact, his reputation had become so horrific since that night, people began to avoid using his name as they believed he was, in fact, a demon raised from hell to taint the city of London even more.
Leading the way, she was well aware it was likely at least one of her brothers was here, probably indulging in their spoils with a smug cockiness and an aura of entitlement. Just as she was about the cross through the archway, she sensed a hand reach for her forearm in an attempt to pull her to a stop but Zoey hadn't bothered turning her attention onto him as she already knew the Shelby brothers were more than happy to handle it.
It was quite the sight of London's most treasured live-wire returning back to her home from being off-grid after the death of her husband and the feud between her brothers, only to take back her club with one Shelby brother on each side and a unit of peaked caps- brutalizing anyone who even dared to approach.
She steamed ahead, by now the room was flooded with screams and blurring chaos. Zoey almost hadn't heard John calling out to her, but when she did she could see he was attempting to rush over but kept getting sidetracked with each man he'd bumped into with his fists.
Turning she could see the reason why he was so desperate to get to her side, as through the crowd she noticed one of Antony's men charging at her as though he was the bull and she was dressed head to toe in red.
Almost in slow-motion, she made it look effortless- which it was when you were blessed with quick thinking and directed rage. Swiping a bottle from one of the tables she just so happened to be standing near, she allowed the fool to come to her, and through no fault of his own once he was close enough to swing for her she'd already smacked the bottle over his temple causing the man who was practically twice her size to stumbled a few steps back, clearly disoriented with the unexpected blow as the blood from his wound began to pour into his vision, giving Zoey the easy and simple pleasure stabbing him with what remained of her bottle in the gut before continuing her original path towards the stage.
John and Arthur had made a point of clearing her path, in fact, she felt Arthur was far too eager to wreak havoc but Zoey wasn't going to be the one to stop him as he continuously left man after man drop to the floor in screaming agony.
Making her way onto the stage, John instantly removed the man who occupied it quite violently by punching him serval times and then shoving him off the edge, as she took the mic and stepped into the lim light, retaining her regal elegance despite the bloody scene.
She was like something out of a movie, her lips parting slightly for a moment as she drew the microphone closer clearing her voice subtly when in reality through the speakers it had drawn enough eyes towards her. And although she'd be ashamed to admit it, Zoey had always loved being center stage. In the right circumstances that is.
"It's come to my attention that there seems to be a misunderstanding on who's really in charge here." She took a pause, soaking in the lights, blood, and personal power she was feeling. Zoey, at the moment, didn't feel like a scared, exploited little girl anymore, no. Right now, it was her they were scared of and she who was calling the shots, "Let me allow my friend here, Mr.Shelby, to clear that up for you." It was as though the scene was rehearsed and scripted, but maybe Arthur just had a talent for improvisation as he happily took the mic from her, giving the girl a menacing laugh before turning to the half-beaten audience, while Zoey returned to John's side, who'd been standing guard on her left.
"This place is under the management of Zoey Richardson." Arthur roared still dripping in her former manager's blood, Mario, smiling like a madman who'd just escaped the asylum. "By order of the peaky fucking blinders!"
