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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To anyone invested in my Liliyana Lannister/Aemond romance story, I just posted the ending of season 1.
CHAPTER SEVENTY-THREE
"Holy hell. What the fuck happened?"
"Ozzy," Tommy was breathless, standing bloody head-to-toe in the kitchen. A dead body laid at his feet. "Get a bag packed and meet me in the foyer. We're leaving."
"Leaving, sir?"
"To Birmingham." He dragged the body forward, toward the door. "Make sure my sister doesn't see any of this."
Ozzy nearly slipped on blood as he moved away.
"And keep her distracted," Tommy ordered to a departing Ozzy. "I need to dispose the body."
Two deaths in two days...
Ozzy sat in the hospital waiting room, his only eye staring blankly at the tiled floor. The scent of antiseptic made his skin crawl.
He had no fucking clue what was going on.
One minute, they were leaving for Small Heath. Ozzy was put in a spare bedroom that used to be Finn's. Then early in the morning, he was being shook awake by Tommy. Ozzy needed to come, to watch Kizzie and keep her from losing her mind, which he was swiftly failing at.
His friend rocked against the wall, head tucked into her neck. Ozzy tried getting her attention several times, but the girl couldn't do anything else. And how could she?
Her brother was dead.
Her shoulder collided again with the wall. Ozzy worried she was going to hurt herself, but even touching her was out of the question--she would scream, cry louder, and alert every Peaky in the fucking hospital.
Tommy went with Polly and Michael, who had also been shot. The man went to pick up John, to bring him to Small Heath when it all happened. Ozzy wished someone told him what the fuck happened. And who was after all of them. Because if they wanted John, they wanted the family.
The men at least, surely. And Ozzy hoped he wasn't included on that list.
Kizzie suddenly stopped, still as a statue. She looked up and Ozzy nearly jumped away.
Her eyes were bloodshot, face pale as bone with red scratch lines veining her cheeks. A darkness filled her blue eyes. That frightened him the most; they were always calm or distant. Occasionally, her eyes shined with sadness, but rarely was she mad.
"Hey," Ozzy whispered, not knowing what else to say.
"I need to see him."
"Uhm." Ozzy's heart sank. "Tommy?"
She shook her head and her lips trembled. "John," she whined. "I need to see him."
This was a bad fucking idea. But Ozzy had no one to help him. His choices were to either go with her and face Tommy's wrath, or stop her, and face Tommy's wrath when finding out that Ozzy caused an 'episode'.
He had no clue what episodes looked like. Or even what they were. Kizzie told him that she used to have them growing up, but she never explained them. She was always too embarrassed.
Ozzy had no love for John, but knowing someone for years, only for them to be ripped away by tragedy, was a lot to handle.
And for once, he was glad that he was an only child.
"Uhm." Ozzy wanted to say no. That she shouldn't see her brother like that. He overheard it was a bloody scene. And if the brief look at Michael was any indication... "You're sure?"
She nodded at once. Then stood. "Where would he be?"
"Uhm," he said again. "Probably at the...morgue. Where they store--that's where he'd be. But I'm not sure how to get there. Might be worth finding Tommy."
The man was running around, but Ozzy had to assume he was near. With one ear open for Kizzie.
"Ozzy!"
God, this fucking family.
Ozzy turned in the direction of Tommy's voice. "Sir."
Tommy carefully eyed a still-standing Kizzie. Did he too feel her energy was as massive as the sun? The girl would not take no for an answer, Ozzy knew that.
"Where is the morgue?"
"Kizzie--"
"Where is the morgue?"
Tommy sucked in his lips before nodding. "That is not a place you should be."
"Where is the morgue?"
"No, Kizzie."
She stomped her feet. "If you get to see him, then so do I!"
"He will not look how you think he will, Kizzie."
Her lips wobbled. "I need to say goodbye. And tell Father to be nice to him."
Tommy's face fell. Ozzy swore he was about to begin crying. Hell, even Ozzy was about to. Kizzie's words struck him. Being blunt in times of overwhelming sadness was Kizzie's speciality.
