As the youngest Shelby child and twin to Finn Shelby, Kezia has spent the last 4 of her 10 years locked away for her mental defectiveness.
She returns to Small Heath under the legal guardianship of her brother, Thomas Shelby. Despite knowing she's s...
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A fucking babe, innit?
CHAPTER SIXTY-EIGHT
"I thought it was called a yamaka."
Ozzy stood in Alfie's bedroom, inspecting himself in the long mirror. The cap on his head sat at the crown and was black velvet, not unlike the one Alfie wore these days. But today, he went for a bare head. Cut his hair and combed through it with holding gel.
"Tit for tat, boy."
"That's not... Fine." Wasn't worth arguing the meaning of words with the man. Kizzie seemed to be the only one to understand completely what he was always talking about.
Alfie rolled up his shirt cuffs. "Relax. You're a jeweler's assistant to gangs. When did you become such a little baby, hm?"
He was on edge, more than Ozzy was. And Ozzy couldn't totally understand why. He wanted to joke, when first noticing it, to call Kizzie and have her calm him down. But that quickly turned into a bad idea when Alfie yelled at one of his maids for accidentally knocking into him. Ozzy didn't want the man's rage on him.
"It's just not every day you slip into a Russian bunker looking at millions of dollars worth of jewels."
Alfie adjusted the jacket around Ozzy's torso like he was tightening a corset. "Just keep your mouth shut and you'll be fine."
Ozzy exhaled. "Right. I can do that."
"Good lad."
Alfie stomped off and out his room. Ozzy followed, unsure if this meant they were leaving. They had instructions to meet at a spot outside London. From there, they'd be "escorted" to the vault to wait for Tommy to arrive.
Alfie's car awaited them outside his apartment. The man got in first with great effort. Half the car moved and shook from his extra weight. Ozzy took the seat beside him and they were off.
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"Mr. Solomons?"
Alfie nodded, back tense and blue eyes guarded. "Yep."
The Russian looked back down to his sheet of paper. "And... Benny Cohen?"
Ozzy took a step forward, remaining silent like Alfie said to do.
A cloth was suddenly placed over his eyes. Ozzy fought the instinct to reach around and punch whoever it was. His heart hammered in his chest when thinking about Alfie's potential reaction. The man was not a fan of surprises.
But he was silent. He maybe anticipated this.
Ozzy was nudged forward with the butt of a gun. He stumbled but kept himself upright. He was hauled inside what he assumed was the back of a van. Alfie grumbled beside him as they sat, blindfolded.
