Peaky Blinders. One shot and imagines

The Professor - Part 6 - Tommy x Alfie x Reader

"James.........would you please go and keep an eye on my guest............" The professor said to a slender, brown-haired man, as she and Tommy made their way out of the party.

"You know what to do..............." She added. The man nodding, before making his way into the soiree.

"Please, Mister Shelby. If you will follow me..........." Tommy himself nodding, before following after his host. The pair entering another, but no less well-appointed room. The head of the Shelby firm, not seeing the slight smile that pulled at the very corners of her lips, as she saw the Londoner, come out of the party. The professor making it appear that she hadn't seen a thing, as she closed the door.

"Please take a seat, Mister Shelby...........can I get you a drink...........? I am afraid that it isn't anything from Mister Solomon's bakery, nor is it one of those bottles of single malt Scotch whisky that you send to North America in those crates of cars. But it should suffice........." (Y/n) said, as poured two glasses of liquor, and handed one to Tommy.

"Is there nothing you don't know about us..........." Tommy countered, as he tapped a cigarette on the case, and placed it in between his lips. The ex-sapper doing his best to not solely focus on the breast of his host, as she leaned over with a light.

"Before I even think about doing business with someone, I do my research, Mister Shelby. In fact, I have done quite a lot on both you and Mister Solomons..........and speaking of Mister Solomons.........." She continued. Tommy watching as the Professor made her way over to the door to reveal Alfie. His hand brushing over his beard.

"There is no need to eavesdrop, Mister Solomons. Please, join us............" (Y/n) added. Alfie sniffing, before making his way into the room, and taking a seat next to Tommy. The Londoner accepting the glass of liquor that she had supposedly poured for herself. The two men watching as she herself took a seat.

"As I was saying, before I do business with anyone, I do my research. And I have done more than my fair share into you two. My trips to Small Heath and Camden Town proved quite enlightening. As I also told you, neither of you have anything that I want or need. I have enough ports at my disposal, enough men, contacts, and, most importantly, intelligence, to not have to worry about petty little thug that like to think that they are big time. Gun carrying Neanderthals, that run protection rackets, and betting at racecourses..............."

"Well..........." Alfie suddenly interrupted, as he finished his drink and leant forward. The Jewish gangster doing his best to look at his intimidating best. But his best seeming to have no effect on the woman in front of him, at all.

"It sounds to me, yeah. Like you brought us in here, to do nothin but insult us, yeah.............Don't you think that's what it sounds like, Tommy. Cos I fuckin do..............."

"Please, calm yourself Mister Solomons. I meant no insult. You have both built your business up, using the resources that you had to hand. In a way, I have no small amount of admiration for you. Both from the humblest of beginnings. Both from peoples that others either have nothing but utter disdain for, or just don't trust. I am merely pointing out that you and I, deal with different things. Though, in a way, we are two sides of the same coin. You gentlemen, have the common touch. You deal, on the whole, with the down to earth, working man; and you give them what they want........booze, drugs, betting and whores. Anything to . I one the other hand, deal with those that think they are a cut above. Those that still think of themselves, as the ruling classes. The great and good of the county. They want to same thing as the common man. It is just that they can afford to pay better for the little peccadillos, that take their minds off the boring drudgery of their lives. Oh, and may I also add, Mister Solomons, I know that you saw war, that very little, if anything, scares you; but if you think about talking to me like that again in my own home; only one of you will be leaving............." The Professor explained, smiling sweetly, before leaning back in her large chair.

"Now, despite the fact I really don't trust you not to think you can betray me, Mister Solomons, if it means saving your own neck; as I noted, I have a certain amount of admiration for you. Both of you, are highly respected in your communities; you have served this county well, you are knowledgeable about the things and people that you deal with. So, I would like to extend a hand of friendship to both of you. To offer my services, my businesses to help yours............"

"And why would ya do that.............?" Tommy interrupted. Thinking it better that he asked the question than Alfie.

"I have no desire to control the whole country, Mister Shelby. My little kingdom suits me just fine. But I have no intention of having either of you, think that you can come here and take what I have built. So, see this as a show of good faith. We make a pact; a pact of peace between the three of us. I won't step on your toes, if you don't step on mine. I help you; send people to assist if you find yourselves threatened, and you do the same for me, if I ever need anything from you. But please, you don't have to answer now. Go back, enjoy the rest of the evening. And then, if you like the sound of my idea, we can come together before you leave. If not, I will merely shake your hands and let you on your way. Now, I can't say fairer than that.........can I." (Y/n) explained. Smiling again, as she reached over and grabbed the pull rope that hung from the ceiling. The butler appearing almost instantly.

"Ma'am..............."

"Henry........would you please escort these gentlemen back to the main lounge..........."

"Of course ma'am............."

"Thank you, Henry. And please gentlemen, enjoy yourselves. I will be rejoining the party myself in a few moments.............." The Professor added, as Henry gestured for Alfie and Tommy to follow him. A smile getting broader, as the door closed behind them.