As the youngest Shelby child and twin to Finn Shelby, Kezia has spent the last 4 of her 10 years locked away for her mental defectiveness.
She returns to Small Heath under the legal guardianship of her brother, Thomas Shelby. Despite knowing she's s...
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CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
"Did you win?"
Tommy smiled. "Aye, I did." They made their way back downstairs. "I need to set up the travel. Stay with John and Michael."
"Okay."
Kizzie sat at an empty chair next outside of the bar. John came out with two beers and sat beside her. Arthur took the glass from him and stood over them. Curly and Charlie were off somewhere, along with Michael.
The pop of a champagne bottle blew Kizzie back. The room washed away like a cold shower. The power slacked her jaw. Her inhale tasted like blood and rain. She watched herself watch Tommy from inside his car. Beaten and near-death on the ground, soaking through the mud.
Large hands gripped her own.
"Easy," Arthur whispered. "If you rub your legs any harder, you'll start a fire."
Her palms were tinged pink and they tickled. The smallest of whines trapped itself behind her lungs. "Where's Tommy?"
Both Arthur and John's eyes looked to her right. Tommy stood outside the office speaking to the woman with short brown hair. He was alive. So why had she seen otherwise? Was it a nightmare she began remembering? This could not have been what she forgot. Kizzie would remember Tommy dying.
Her legs shook and she began mumbling incoherently in Shelta.
"Tommy!" John called, unable to keep his voice strong. "We've got to get Michael back before dark or Polly will have your balls!"
"She will have 'em!" Arthur chimed in. He squeezed Kizzie's shoulder. It grounded her only slightly. Before the biting cold returned and she brushed away from his hold.
It felt like a wave was dragging Kizzie under. The more she tried stopping it, the tighter the pull.
"The colors are bad," Curly told them.
Arthur blocked Curly from Kizzie's rocking form. "Tommy! We gotta get back to the truck!"
Tommy's blues blew her way. Kizzie let out a breath. He was alive. It was fine. Everything was fine.
Her brother laced his hands with hers again. "C'mon."
But her heart refused to let up. Something was wrong.
Curly came up to the front of the group once they were down in the horse pit. "Tommy, maybe she was the something bad I had a feeling about."
John laughed. "She looks alright to me, Curly!"
The boys mumbled their agreement and laughed, too.
Tommy turned around, bringing Kizzie along. "Here, Michael. You drive." He tossed their cousin the car keys.
