EAGLE EYES // Thomas Shelby

Chapter Five

I sat in the church pew, listening to the confession Polly was making. It was going to come back and bite her in the ass, saying a holy man was to die. That fucking Italian priest. I was in the church with about ten other people, so I just pretended I was one of them.

A man came up beside me, threatening me with a knife. "Rachel Conway," he said slowly. Oh shit.

"Yes sir?" I asked, standing up and looking at him. He held his gun low so he wouldn't make a scene.

"Come with me." he grabbed my wrist and pulled me along the center of the church, digging his nails into my skin. I attempted to pull back, but once again im built like a fucking twig.

He brought me out to the street where I kicked the back of his knees, trying to make him fall. He spun around and slapped me across the face, his rings causing a small cut in them. I hit him with my left hand, causing him to loosen his grip on my wrist. I hit him in the ballsack, hoping I could get away. He hit me in the throat. How nice. I blacked out.

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"Ms. Conway," Tatiana slapped my face. I winced from her rings. I saw who it was and immediately wanted to kill myself. How fucking nice. Her and the goddamn priest.

"What do you want?" I asked, protesting against the restraints on my wrists and ankles. Tatiana had a knife in her hand while the priest just sat there and watched.

"We had a woman similar to you join us for dinner last night," Tatiana ran the knife against my cheek. Her pupils were dilated. "Or was it you?" she smiled as she looked into my eyes. I kept my mouth shut.

"I don't know what youre talking about.'' I told her, keeping my breath steady. She sliced my cheekbone, making me groan out.

"I'll ask you again, Rachel. Are you working for Thomas Shelby?" she asked, i shook my head no, watching a drop of blood fall on my black pant leg.

"I'm not working for anyone." I looked up at her, silent tears coming out of my face. Sweat was collecting in my hairline. Tatiana looked to the priest and put the knife away, then the two agreed to walk away. "You're gonna leave me here?" i asked as the two of them started walking.

"We'll come back, see if you have any more information for us." Tatiana smiled. "I wouldn't want you giving our information to anybody for money, seeing that is how you work." she said, then walked out of what i now believe is a fucking water hole. How fucking disgusting.

I waited until I knew they were out to try and figure out a way to untie the rope around my wrists. My suit was becoming more and more uncomfortable to be in. The walls were wet and mossy. It was like hell but a lot more moist.

I stood up in the chair, trying not to fall down since my ankles were tied to the legs of the chair. The chair smashed against the wall, making it crumble to pieces. It was loud. I crouched down, stepping over my linked hands so that they were in front of me so I could get a better view, using my mouth to undo them within a minute. Then the ones on my ankles I could just step out of.

I felt for my revolver in the waistband of my pants and somehow it was still there. The guns in my holesters were gone as I expected. I placed the revolver on the right side and started running towards the place the two assholes exited from. Believe it or not, I just walked right out.

I ran towards the public restroom by the park. The door shut and locked once I was in, turning the faucet on and cleaning my face. My cheek and jaw had stopped bleeding, making the dried blood flake off in the sink. Thank god my shirt was still clean. I did not feel like washing clothes so soon.

Once my hair was dry enough, I walked back to the door, but only opened it partially. The priest had walked in, followed by Tommy Shelby. I locked the door again and mumbled the words "Shit." to myself over and over and over again.