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𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠: pistol - cigarettes after sex
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In the hazy, smoke-filled air of Camden, amidst the clinking of glasses and the scent of rum, Alfie stood in the heart of the bustling distillery. Ink-stained pages swirled around him, a tempest of gangster paperwork heaped upon his desk. The office buzzed with a cacophony of tasks demanding his attention, reminders of the days he spent tending to Marianna James' frail form in the countryside.
Complaints about the Peaky Blinders under his charge murmured through the office, whispers of discontent that Alfie knew he could quell with a sharp word and a swing of his cane.
Yet, as he stood there, torn between the weight of responsibilities and the ache in his temples, Alfie's hand hovered over the telephone. Should he call the country house to check on Marianna's condition? Or should he seek solace elsewhere, away from the suffocating confines of paperwork and duty?
Before he could decide, Ollie's hesitant steps interrupted his thoughts, the younger brother tiptoeing into Alfie's domain as if afraid to disturb the air.
Alfie glanced up, his brow furrowed in a glower that dared Ollie to disturb him. "What is it now, Ollie?"
Ollie stammered, his eyes flickering with a mix of apprehension and solemnity. "It's... it's about the paperwork, Alfie. Marianna James... she had it all sorted before she... before she died."
Alfie wanted to scoff at the word "died," knowing full well Marianna was not yet six feet under. But such revelations were not to be uttered, not in the heart of his domain. Instead, he scolded Ollie for his somberness and his harsh tone. "Stop moping, Ollie, and get on with it. We have work to do."
"Yeah, sorry." Ollie begrudgingly nodded, his shoulders sagging, hesitating before continuing. "There's more. Diego Doe... Marianna's cousin. He's been trying to make contact."
"Go on, then. What does Diego want?" Alfie's curiosity flared, a glimmer of intrigue dancing in his eyes as he leaned forward.
"He's asking about Louis Dormer." Ollie swallowed nervously before replying, "Something about where he resides... and any idea where Louis might have laid Marianna's body to rest."
"Bloody hell," Alfie muttered under his breath, the edge in his voice unmistakable. His expression darkened, a storm brewing behind his steely gaze. "And what of the Peaky Blinders? Any news on that front?"
