𝟎𝟓𝟑 Where you sent by someone who wanted me dead

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The blood war
chapter fifty three, Were you sent by someone who wanted me dead————————————————

-1929
Birmingham, England

The Peaky Blinders gathered in Charlie's yard to celebrate Polly's birthday, Tommy and Polly arriving from going to threaten a nunnery. "Happy Birthday, Pol" Finn greeted, handing Polly roses and placing a kiss on her cheek. "They grow grand in the horse shit, Pol" Curly smiled. "Curly, pour some beer" Tommy said. Curly nods, walking back to the table. "The train to London leaves in an hour" Tommy said, "Arthur, Michael, you're coming with me." "Tommy, I have to take Khloé to the hospital today" Michael said. "A week ago, one of our most trusted men was killed by Jimmy McCavern" Tommy said, ignoring Michael's statement.

"The man we're going to speak to in London, is establishing a relationship with Jimmy McCavern. So cancel your appointments and Paige can take Khloé to the hospital." Tommy said. "That's what women do" Arthur chimes in. "And clean that shit off your shoes before you get in my car, eh?" Tommy asks, referring to Michael. "Michael, they will give it and give it until your case if proven, then they'll take it. From you, but mainly from me." Polly said. "Polly, you go to the hospital and speak to Aberama Gold." Tommy said, "You tell him there is a strategy in place to avenge the death of his son, so not to do anything rash and take with you the heartfelt condolences of the whole family."

"Why me?" Polly asked. "Because Aberama Gold is in love with you. Even got a haircut" Tommy said, "And the smell of your perfume might help ease his pain" Tommy said. "Tommy. I'm forty five years old today." Polly said. "Forty five years old and still breaking hearts eh?" Tommy joked, "To Polly!" he toasted. "Polly Gray, hm" Arthur toasted. "Happy birthday Pol, yeah?" Curly said, taking a sip of his beer. "Curly, organise a wagon to take Bonnie Gold's soul to heaven. Michael, you can tell your wife that her dear friend his been killed. Isiah, fetch his boxing gloves from the gym to burn with his body. And Michael, turn the Bentley around, you've a train to catch" Tommy said.

Arthur sniggers at Tommy's attitude towards Michael. "And don't forget to wipe that shit off your shoes, eh?" Tommy added. Charlie throws a cloth towards Michael, landing it on his shoulder. "Just start up the car and drive" Polly told her son. Michael shoots a glare at Tommy, walking away. 

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Tommy, Michael and Arthur take a trip to West Minster, Tommy bringing Tara along to tag along again. "So, what's the strategy?" Michael asked. "You can smile, Arthur don't smile and Tommy... do the talking." Tara said, following Tommy into his office. "Fucking hell, this is nice" Arthur said, in awe of Tommy's office. "Don't touch anything" Tara said. "I thought your office would've been bigger than this Tom" Arthur said. "It will be" Tommy said. "Don't get too cocky" Tara said, "Michael, you sit. Arthur, stand by the window. Tommy, just sit where you're at." "And where'll you be?" Arthur asked, wondering how Tara got to call all the shots.

"Where ever the fuck is farthest from him" Tara sighed, standing behind Tommy's chair. "Have I missed something?" Arthur asked. "Not important" Tara said. "So... who are we meeting?" Michael asked. "The man we're about to meet is the Minister of the Duchy of Lancaster. He's also deputy to the Chancellor of the Exchequer. And Cabinet adviser to the Prime Minster of Great Britain... You've both met bad men before, Tara's had the pleasure of-" Tommy said before Tara cuts him off, "If you finish that sentence, I'm cutting your throat" she warned. 

"The man we're about to meet is the devil" Tommy said. Then, the phone rings and Tommy picks up the phone from the receiver, "Yep. Send him in." "Christ..." Tara sighs. Arthur looks at Tommy, Michael turning his head to the door. Tara begins to pick at her nails, watching the door anxiously. She hears footsteps echo down the hall, the doors bursting open before them as they look at who walks in. Arthur looks over at Mosley, no emotion on his face. Michael does as he's told, stands and smiles. "He looks like a dick..." Tara whispered. "Who, Mosley?" Tommy asked. "No, Michael" Tara said.

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