The morning came as both Tommy and Rosina left when some of the Shelby boys that they had sent out, arrived.
Immediately Tommy was off and Rosina again was left to work in the betting shop to handle drunk men and their takings with prayers of Saint Linda over her and Polly turning up drunk.
Somehow the time flew, as three months passed and several small lunch breaks to
Now eight months pregnant Rosina sat on the same sodding chair, halfway through the counting when she felt an arm around her shoulder.
"What do you want Tommy?" She opened up the book to the correct page of takings
"Let me take you somewhere" He placed his cold lips on the crown of her head
"Where?" Rosina sighed as she moved away the neatly piled bets on the side.
Moving onto the next pile, she was stopped by Thomas's hand placing back the crumpled bettings onto the hardwood and out of her hand
"Now" The smell of the spirit of gin and malt lingered on his fitted blazer. The odor of cologne as well as the new do of the signature trim hit Rosina strong.
"Where?" As she stood with the help of Thomas one hand on her back and the other on her shoulder
"You'll see" he led her out of the betting shop and locked the door behind him.
Tight and confined.
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"Here" Thomas smirked as he handed her a small glass of gin as she sat on the hay bales in the stables
Giving her a breath of fresh air for once
Taking a large sip from her glass
"Eh" He quickly unclasped her grip from the half-drunk gin
"Not too much" as he stood in front of her between her legs and knuckles feeling the bits of hay between his fingers as he pressed
"What do you think? after you've necked half of it" Thomas spoke
"It's nice, a bit sweet"
"You the first person to say that"
"I've heard different"
"Well I am different" Rosina crossed her legs, the breeze tuning in
"Come on, see"
he helped her down off the hay and brushed it off her coat
"Where we're going" Her hands and his intertwined.
"A place to try things out"
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Her gentle hand on her bump as she trudged carefully down the stairs with Tommy's palm flat out against her back.
As they reached the final steps, Rosina was met with the smell of pure gin and strong whiskey sours.
With the click of the lights, thousands of shelves are hidden with a single gin. A brewery that was full of profited alcohol. Steam grew as the pipes brewed, empty bottles labelled ready to be filled with the liquids.
"My God, Tommy" Rosina astonished by the number of bottles
"Is this a hobby, that I don't know about?" She turned to him
"No. We don't have time for hobbies" the blackbirds squawking as the sun grew evening
The sound made Rosina yearn for the outside world that wasn't filled with smoke
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His mended heart
FanfictionTommy was never brought up with comfort and love , he was brought up with a scolding and a beaten. One duchess is gonna change that. Rosina was the goddess everyone desired to be. Inside Rosina was aching for an escape from her troubled life. A gan...
