Illicit Affair|| Thomas Shelby

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Lucy's pov

I'm sitting with the group having insisted on sitting a little bit when a hand touches my shoulder "hello, doll" the voice says. Only one persons ever called me that. Alfie. I whip my head around and see him. He smiles "been a while, yeah?" I nod and stand and hug him tightly. God I missed him. So much. He hugs me back and mutters "ya safe with Shelby over there?" I nod. He says "lemme see ya princess!" And I pull away and he grins "ya grew on me eh?" "So have you! You got a beard now Alfie!" I exclaim. I haven't seen him since my families funeral. I wasn't allowed to. He chuckles "indeed I have princess. Why don't we go for a chat yeah?"

I turn to Tommy and smile his way "I'll be back okay?" He's staring Alfie down "what do ya gotta talk about that you can't here?" Is he jealous? Hot. I reply "I haven't seen him since my families funeral Tommy. We were very close at one time. We've reunited and have a bit to talk about. With my past." Tommys told me the bit he told to the blinders and his family. He didn't go into detail. They just know they're bad, after me, and deserve it.

He yields and pulls me into a kiss deeply. I melt into him letting him stake his claim and make his place in my life known. I pull away "I'll see you in a bit Tommy. I love you" his eyes soften at my words "I love you. Be safe. Ya don't leave the garrison and outta my line of sight ya hear?" I nod "promise" pecking his lips once more following Alfie to a different booth feeling tommys stare as we sit.

"It's good to see ya" he starts. I nod with a soft smile "it's good to see you Alfie. Really." He says "I hear ya gonna be a mum soon. Good on ya. Ya always wanted kiddos of ya own" with a smile. I say "I already am one, to Tommy's son Charlie. Grace is just awful to him" he nods "but now ya got a bun in the oven. It's different than fostering and lovin a kid that's not yours physically or by blood" I nod "yeah" he replies "I'm happy for ya" I say "I hear you took over your families business as well Alfie. I'm proud of you. Really" I'm who started the nickname for him. He hated it. But then it grew on him.

His eyes trace me as if he doesn't believe I'm real and I do the same. He takes my arm and flips it over seeing the scars left from my attempts at escape from life. "Ya shouldn't have had to feel like ya had to do this princess...ever." He says tracing them pain in his eyes before letting go. "Alfie" I sigh. He asks "why didn't ya come to me for help? Hm? We were best friends and told each other everythin. I coulda saved ya. I got the men for it. Always had. Why didn't you ask? Why did ya just leave?"

I reply "I was 19, and terrified. I had just went through the worst thing to ever happen to me. I so much as breathed the wrong way at the funeral and they would've killed me and anyone else. I was forced to move. Forced to be with him. Forced to say yes when he proposed. Forced to more and more sex I didn't want. I'd get away. I made some friends, hoping I could be free. But they all got killed in front of me, for it and everything got worse. Every day I thought about writing to you. Calling. But I was terrified. I didn't want to lose you too. I didn't want your death to be my fault too. I didn't want your families deaths to be either. So I stayed away. I suffered in silence and alone"

Wiping a tear that falls. "Doll ya have no idea how much I searched for ya and worried. We all did. We knew something about him wasn't right. Ya shoulda came for aid with us. Ya shoulda given me the chance to save ya. But I have the chance now. Please gimme that chance doll. If ya allow, I'd like to be the guard of your and that buns safety when Tommy ain't around to do so. I couldn't keep ya safe before so let me do it now" stroking my hand gently. I nod "I'd like that" with a smile.

Tommys pov
They're touchy. So fucking touchy. She fuckin cried for some reason and I had half the mind to go over there and kill Alfie for it. Emotional distress aint good for the baby. I haven't stopped lookin at them since they went over there. And I won't. "Tommy relax mate" John calls. His hand on my shoulder. I sip my whiskey "I'll relax when she's by my side again" watching as they laugh now. The hell is so fuckin funny?