𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐖𝐚𝐫
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Meet Millicent Burgess. An innocent twenty year old girl and sister to Grace Burgess. Milly fell head over heels for Thomas Shelby but Tommy blocked her out as he was thirty. He took the sa...
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The blood war chapter fifty one,Every breath feels like rarest air ————————————————
-1929 Birmingham, England
Tommy gets a call that he'd missed but was able to call back, "Can you put me through?" "Tommy, don't believe-" The voice was Michael but his talking quickly stopped at a hand covered his mouth. "Mr Shelby..." The female voice took over but was not Khloé, a Northern Irish accent which was not Khloé's mixed one. "My name is captain Swing calling from the occupied six Counties and there are some people from the other side of our neat little city that want you dead." She spoke, "You should also know that this boy, this Michael, your kin, was in his cabin abroad the SS Monroe in Belfast Dock making deals with the very men who want you dead." "Tommy they're lying!" Michael shouts.
"Now if you want, we can put a bullet in his head here and now... or we can send him home and you can deal with him... and this wife of his." Tommy stops and thinks for a second, "Send them home, them and their kids, send them home." Tommy said. "Very well, Mr Shelby" Swing said, "But be informed that this kin of yours was talking to representatives from the County Tyrone and Glasgow UVF about how they'd divide up the English racetracks after they'd blown away your legs." "Tommy they're lying!" Michael yells.
"And may I ask... why you are doing me this favour?" Tommy asked. "Because, Mr Shelby, we've been informed by people at the very highest level, that since your conversion to socialism, you're now on the side of the angels." Swing said, "And angels can be useful to us." Swing hangs up the phone, leaving Tommy with his phone to his ear, eventually putting it back down on the receiver.
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Arthur and Polly were sent to pick up Michael and Khloé in Liverpool. Khloé stands behind Michael, shielding Calving and Niamh from the several men that were stood in front of them, Michael then sees Polly, then catching sight of Arthur in the phone box. "Hello mum" Michael smiles. "Polly" Khloé nods. "Nanny!" Calvin shouts, a smile covering his face. Polly just looks at Michael, not looking at anyone else; not even the kids. "Come on mum, at least fucking look at her" Michael scoffed. "Tommy said to ask you to tell me the truth" Polly said, pulling off her glasses. "Let's just go home and we can talk, all of us" Michael said, pulling Khloé beside him.
"You two have no fucking home until you tell me the truth" Polly said. "Here? In front of the kids?" Michael asked. "Yeah" Polly nods. Arthur then walks out of the phonebooth, "Michael!" Khloé looks over Polly and sees Arthur and she smiles, the one face she wanted to see when she came home was Arthur and there he was. "Arthur!" Niamh shouts excitedly, running over to him. "Niamh careful!" Khloé shouts. Niamh throws herself into Arthur's knees and he picked her up. "Hello, kiddo. Christ you've gotten big" Arthur smiled. "For fuck sake" Michael sighed. "Hello Khloé" Arthur smiled. "Long time, no see, stranger" Khloé smiled. "Michael?" Polly asked.
