Chapter Twenty-Seven: Another Shelby

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Rosina was dressed to impress just like always Tommy would say. One emerald dress was fitted perfectly on her body.

With a set of earrings and a necklace to match.

She had just given birth two months ago and was looking stunning, beautiful as Tommy admired when he heard whistling from the crowds in the ring.

Tommy looked behind him as he waited for his local baker, he saw the Shelby ladies walk down the stairs with class and dignity sowed into them especially his Rosina the look that would dare to kill anyone.

A peaky man behind them though. The wives of the husbands who were staring their mouths were open wide and hushed whispers came from them.

The day had come for Bonnie Gold to show how phenomenal and gifted this boy was with beating and cutting.

The light showed on them as Bonnie marched up fully equipped with the gloves and the adrenaline-packed in him.

The tiger out of its cage

His father, trainer, and coach behind him give him the motivation to knock the bastard out

But not too hard with the rules of not to kill one another but that rule goes by The Peaky Blinders, but you can't be too careful

The Goliath coming out to Bonnie came out ready to flaw and kill just the same except not a gypsy as they would say

The bell struck and loudened the cut and the gypsy boy was at it

The crowd clamoured as they placed their bets already knowing who was going to win if he swung the cut

Bang, Bang, Bang as they beat the shit out of one another.

Rosina felt sick not because of the blood, not the spit that men were bringing up either. It was something else, something she wasn't meant to be carrying yet again.

Another bloody baby, Rosina didn't need another one, especially with the vendetta and what had happened previously with Luke.
She had only found about a week ago when she couldn't stomach a bit of bread, making her nauseous of the smell and the taste.

The incident makes her go to Polly for her answer in the tea leaves. Polly offered her a way out of it.

A woman who could get it done prim and proper with no charge.
Rosina thought about it but she couldn't, taking away a little life would haunt her

But another Shelby in this cruel world of brutality and blood

She couldn't tell Tommy yet, especially with the war reaching its peak, but she needed but not right now

"Rose, come I need a piss and an excuse from this man fucking screaming," Polly says as they got up from their chairs
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Polly opened the door, a barricade from all the men screaming.

"So have you told Tommy, yet?" her voice muffled as she entered the cubicle

"Not yet" Rosina sighed as she lit a much-needed cigarette.

"You gonna have to" As she flushed the chain

"And say what Pol?" Taking shortening puffs from the tobacco

"That you're pregnant again" rummaging through her purse

"We've had enough death, let's have some life, that's what he'll say" Rosina pointed out

"Pol... This fight is fixed, isn't it?" Ada cleared. Her dress sparkled in the light

"Poor gypsy boy is getting batted out there"

"You said that you have some news" Ada hopped onto the countertop top

"Rose has some news" She lighted a cigarette for herself

"Polly" Rosina moaned

"Well tell her now! whilst the men are screaming for blood" Polly commanded, whilst taking out a huge bottle of gin

"Here take a swig, You gonna need it" She passed the half-gone bottle

"I'm up the duff" Ada coughed as she swallowed the liquid just about

"Again?" handing back the bottle

"Yes again Ada" Rosina mocked

"Well, how far gone are you?"

"If I were going to London, I'd be in Coventry"

"And are you carrying past Coventry?"

"Too fucking Piccadilly Circus" Rosina sassed

"You found out whether she's having another boy or a girl, Pol?

"No" Rosina took large swigs herself

"Go on then" Polly looked at Rosina for a minute something was different with this pregnancy.

She was more nauseous and her face was puffier

Placing down the bottle of gin she walked over, the Romany Queen ready to work her magic

With both her hands on Rosina's breasts, she showed her magic making Ada and Rosina laugh

"It's a girl" Rosina's smile shone bright. A little girl to look after with so many boys in the house

"Call her Louise"
"Louise Elizabeth Shelby" Polly grinned
"She would be a star in a Hollywood movie"

Ada hopped off the counter finally a little niece
"Congratulations, Another Shelby lady" Ada clapped

Speaking of which the Shelby lady appeared,

"Hey, Linda" the crowd cheered in the distance as she struggled to shut the door

"Welcome to the extraordinary general meeting of the Shelby Ladies Club" their arms wrapped around one another. Laughing for a change

"Is there spit on my back?" Twirling around in the mirror

"There were men out there spitting. It's fucking disgusting"

"No, there's no spit on your back" Polly dismayed as Saint Linda pulled out a little tube of cocaine

"Don't let us stop you from doing what you came in to do" As the woman looked at her

"What" Linda snapped

Pulling out a reasonable amount for herself

"It's helped me get through the fucking nightmare of being stuck in this city"

"Rosina would know"

"Fuck off Linda" Rosina spat back

"Well, since you're here and you're almost family, Rose has some new" handing her a ten-pound note to snort with

"I'm pregnant"

"Oh Congratulations, you want some" Linda remarked pointing to the white powdered mess

"No"

"Still Tommy's?" Linda remarked

Snorting her little flakes, in one go

"Yep" Rose cut out her cigarette

"All the best again" handing back the note. The sensation running high

"Yeah, well she's a Shelby lady, Linda" Polly wiped some leftovers from her nose

"Just like you" as Linda knocked back some gin

"Right ladies, let's rejoin our gentlemen"

"And just remember, Linda, if they spit, just spit back" Polly talking to her like she was a child but in some cases, she was acting like one

"I'll see you out there"

"All right" Polly and Rosina chorused

As they welcomed the crowd clamouring again

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