Adopted By Polly Gray

Chapter 26: No Time For Games

"Tony, what the hell is going on?" Cloe yelled as she tried to jump up from her seat after their table had been ambushed by the Peaky Blinders.

"Sit down and shut up!" Arthur yelled while he pushed Mrs. Marrero back down into her seat.

"I have nothing for you gangsters." Julie replied to the Shelby monarch while looking at her while taking a sip of her drink.

Polly snatched the glass out of the woman's hand before smashing it on the ground next to the blonde's seat.

"I don't have time for your fucking games Ms. Meyers."

The enraged brunette walked to the side of Julie's chair and got down to be eye level with the seamstress.

"I am a reasonable woman Ms. Meyers. I really am, but right now you are testing my patience. Now, my nephews and I heard you talking about a Mr. Cooper and Mr. Marrero here says that this Mr. Cooper knows a man by the last name of Jones. Jones is our target here and all you have to do is talk to Mr. Cooper and get us some information on Jones' whereabouts. You do as you're told, then you walk free."

Polly leaned in closer to the blonde while forcing her to continue making eye contact by holding Julie's face, "But, if you don't my boys here will make sure you never get that quiet, settled down life you've been wanting. Got it?"

Julie looked at Polly before dawning an evil smirk, "Lackluster intimidating and empty threats is really all you gangsters are good at, isn't it?" The seamstress laughed.

Polly released her grip on Ms. Meyers face and stood up completely, "Oh, I promise you Ms. Meyers, these threats are anything but empty."

"What is it you want with Mr. Cooper and Mr. Jones anyway? Did the bastard gamble away money he owed you and now you're trying track him down to get it back? Or wait don't tell me, he was supposed to do your dealings but ended up using all his supplies to dope himself up instead? Either way seems pointless for me to bother Mr. Cooper about it. He has more important things to worry about than Mr. Jones."

"Try kidnapping." Tommy spoke up from behind Antonio.

The blonde froze at this statement. Cloe's eyes darted between giving nasty glares to her husband for getting her into this mess to looking concern between Polly and Julie and their verbal exchange.

"Scott wouldn't kidnap anyone. You got the wrong guy."

"Marrero." Polly directed her ice-cold stare to the Italian man. "Scott Cooper works with Jones, correct?" She asked ready to watch him for any signs of lying.

Antionio let out a shaky breath before answering, "Yes ma'am."

Polly could tell he wasn't lying and turned back to the blonde. "He tells the truth. Let's try this again, hm?  Tell me, Ms. Meyers, how does Jones and Mr. Cooper know each other?"

Julie relaxed back in her chair the sound of broken glass crumbled under her heels, "If I give you the information you want, what's in it for me? I hear you Blinders are all about cutting deals, so what do you have to offer me? Seems like I'm the one who has the most value with the information I may or may not have, correct?"

"You get to fucking live, that's the fucking deal!" Arthur yelled from behind Cloe.

"Enough with these fucking games already. Can't we just shoot 'er?" John asked.

"Oh, I agree with this one. Just shoot me. I hear death can be just as thrilling as life."

Polly thought for a second before grabbing John's gun and pointing it at Mrs. Marrero, "No, we'll keep Ms. Meyers around for a bit, I rather shoot what's ya name dear, Cloe? Is that right? I'll settle for killing her instead."