The Blood War, Peaky Blinders

𝟎𝟐𝟗 Secrets Unveiled

The blood war
chapter twenty nine, Secrets Unveiled
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-1924
Cheshire, England
It's been a few weeks since the wedding and it was safe to say things weren't getting easier for Milly. One morning, Khloè decided to tag along with Tommy to Charlie's boat yard as she missed the so called sights of Birmingham. Tommy sat on crates having a puff of his cigarette when an Irish voice can be heard from his side.

"So, will it be just boys in your charitable institution or girls aswell?" He asks. "Both" Tommy said as he releases the smoke. "You must divide them" Father Hughes said, "You know how the little creatures can get." "Where are your people, they said they'd be here at five?" Khloè asks. "They're a law unto themselves" Hughes said, "you can never quite grasp who they are. Like gripping wet soap." "We've done our research" Khloè said. "Perhaps you know them as the er, Economic League... only once did I get a letter from headed the Vigilance committee. Which... tips the hand a little." Hughes said. "Nope" Tommy said, "the name I heard is section D. That's what special branch calls them... business men, MP's, Army officers." Tommy takes a shot of his whiskey from the metal flask.

"Ah yes, it'll be fun to bring such men to a gypsy scrapyard" Hughes said. "It is fun" Khloè says, crossing her arms, "sometimes they beat the shit out of each other..." "you asked for privacy, Hughes..." Tommy scoffed. "Since the election, the government has decided that we are the enemy... when all we are trying to do is save the country from revolution. Are you political Mr Shelby? Or you, Mrs Changretta?" Hughes asked, "because these odd fellows believe that the time is coming soon when everyone must choose a side..." "something I do everyday" Khloè said. "Are your people coming or are they not?" Tommy asked impatiently. "Mr Shelby, you will learn that these men are far too grand for the clock to govern them" Hughes said, letting the smoke leave his lungs.

"You'll get used to meeting in the small hours of the morning... they're like monks." Hughes takes a pause, "so when is your charitable institute opening?" He asks. "When I fucking say" Tommy said. "Well I'll stop by from time to time... hear confession from the little creatures. You will meet Mr Patrick Jarvis, MP. He'll probably want to become a trustee, it's just his thing, to stop by in the evenings after a few drinks. We'll make it a formal arrangement... as part of the bigger deal between us... the three of us." Khloè's head perks to look at Tommy, "what now?" She asks.

"I will have an office there-" Tommy gets off his chair, grabs Khloè's arm and walks off. "Mr Shelby! If you want me to play this squire in your palace of false charity then I will. Ambition for respectability doesn't make you a saint, your family would know about that; wouldn't they Khloè?" Hughes said, getting into Khloè's head. "I killed many people, Hughes... I'd hate to have to waste a bullet on you too" Khloè said. "Am I wrong?" Hughes smirked.

The bell chimes and Hughes stands up, "Oh Lord... that's six is it?" He says, "well, I wish you both a good day..." "where the fuck you going?" Tommy asked, "did I not make it clear?" Hughes asked, "they said if they weren't here by morning prayers, then the meeting has been cancelled, perhaps Mr Jarvis has been held up in the House of Commons, perhaps Admiral Hall's been held up at the House of Lords. Am I impressing you? Good day, Mr Shelby."  he walks off as Khloè sighs. "I hate him already..." Khloè said, crossing her arms again. "Well, you're going to have to suck it up Khlo" Tommy said.

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Khloè stuck around the scrap yard a little while after, waiting for their special guest. "Khloè you know him don't you?" Arthur asked. Khloè watched as the men approached. "Shit..." Khloè sighed. "I told you Arthur, Khloè you sure you wanna stay for this?" John asked.