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...
"There is power in ending. It takes you to the beginnings of what is meant for you" - Heba Nazar
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Michael's POV
The fresh air did nothing to settle my mind Mum's voice was the only constant, the only thing that actually made sense in all of this Thomas Shelby had to die
It was the only way for all this shit to end, for life to go on For every Shelby to be free from under that man's grasp His spell.
"Are you ready to go home Mr Gray?" The man asked, opening the car door "Yes I am" I answered.
Mariana's POV
"It was shite" I said "I told you it would be" Alfie commented airily, eyes in the paper as he sat lazily by the fire "That stupid cunt always has to ruin everything. You should have seen Lizzie's face, poor girl" I sighed, finally sitting down It had been a long day
"She knew who she was marrying" Alfie said simply "Yes but come on love. To sit there and have someone throw it in your face" I said It was downright wrong and rude And she knew it
But that's the way Diana was She wasn't happy unless someone felt inferior Or stupid
"Any word on Irene?" I asked tiredly, yawning "No, something will turn up, she'll be here somewhere, even Sabini can't keep that one hidden" he said, putting the newspaper down to look at me "Tired?" He asked, I nodded
"Let's go to bed then dove" he said "Alright" I smiled, taking his offered hand
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"What's going on?" I asked, waking up confused "It's just the phone" Alfie grumbled, disappearing from the room I sat up slowly, flicking the lamp on Waiting and waiting Before he eventually came back
"You want the good news?" He asked "Isn't there supposed to be bad news for you to ask that?" I asked "No, there's good news or good news" he said, getting back into bed
"Fine, give me the good news, what's happened at... four in the morning that could be so wonderful?" I asked, lying back down
He pushed my hair over my shoulder, caressing my neck "The sources we have, for all their fucking faults, have found out where Irene is" he said
"What?" I asked surprised He nodded "They've got her hotel. The car she's driving and everywhere she's been since she stepped off that fucking boat. Quite extensive list for a dead woman" he chuckled
