Mariana finds out the husband she grieved for is alive after all these years.
Now she must adjust to a new life with the return of Alfie Solomons, without Thomas Shelby and with the new threat of Michael Gray hanging over all of their heads.
Alfie...
"Nothing either good or bad. But thinking makes it so" - William Shakespeare
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Alfie's POV
I left Mariana to the bakery I didn't want to suffocate her with my presence So I gave her some space, and decided to make myself known to Sabini If Mar wanted me to come back properly To announce myself to London Then I will.
I'll come back and do whatever is needed if it means I can get her back And part of me... deep down, wanted to see that rat's face when he realised I was alive
I took a few boys, ones that knew of my absence all these years. And I showed up at the races Where Sabini sat surrounded by men in the tea room He clocked me eventually as I neared him
His face dropping, his cup falling from his gloved hand and onto the table, splashing tea everywhere
"Alfie" he muttered shocked "Yeah, how sweet of you to remember me" I said casually, stopping in front of their table Clasping my hands over my cane He looked older. Uglier "You... you're..."
"Yeah, yeah I am here Darby. An apparition" I said, holding my arms out "Apparition?" He mumbled "Yes, I thought I would see to it personally, that you are behaving yourself" I said
"I... when did you..." "I know I know, it's a very beguiling sight" I said, waving over myself "But it's alright, you may stare, many do, but this eye you see is not dead... no. No it sees what is dead and you... somehow you are still scurrying around these streets" I said
"I own these streets" he said adamantly "You own the audacity to threaten my wife" I said
"I went to your funeral Alfie. You... you're fucking dead" he said "And yet here I stand. Asking you a fucking question. Maybe you should have checked that coffin, now... what gave you the right to threaten her?" I asked
"I... she threatened me" he said, seemingly trying to gather his otherwise scattered thoughts
"Then you threatened her" I said "We came to an agreement" he said "What agreement was that mate?" I asked "We came to an understanding rather..." he said, straightening up
"We work for a mutual interest. And that has rendered our feud rather minimal" he explained "What mutual interest?" I asked "Irene Cortez" he said
