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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CHAPTER NINETY-ONE
Gentle snow trickled down from the sky.
"Tommy?"
He looked down. "Yes, lambkin?"
She smiled and swung their joined hands together. "Can we go play?"
Tommy looked away from her and at Dangerous. His head was covered with a sack, to keep him calm. The gun in his other hand shook. "In a bit. I need to do this first."
She eyed the horse, who only loved her, with confusion. Cocked her head to the side and sighed. "He misses me. But he's Charles'."
She must have been eight or nine. Still young enough for Tommy to carry her properly.
"He never recovered," he told her.
"Oh."
His lips trembled. Her voice echoed around his skull. So light and soft and full of life. He squeezed his hand but instead of feeling her, he felt the cold air pass through his hand. "No," he pleaded, looking down to where she once stood. "Please stay."
The wind answered him. He was fucking alone.
With a still trembling hand, he lifted the gun. Dangerous grunted, breathed heavy and hard like the beast he was. This was a kindness. She would agree with Tommy. Would give the horse a wonderful final day.
"You will be with her soon," Tommy told him. "Protect her."
The gun went off.
Dangerous' massive body convulsed before collapsing sideways. In an instant, he stopped moving, and his pain was gone.
The heat of the gun and vibration coursed through Tommy like the finest opium. His hand pointed the gun at his temple. He could do it. So easily and his own suffering would cease. Endless slumber, or a fiery hell awaited him no matter what. What was the harm in getting it out of the way early?
He pressed harder. Burning metal singed his skin. His finger hovered over the trigger. Knew the right amount of pressure to press.
But his promise.
Fuck his promise.
The scar across his heart thrummed at his thoughts. He could not defy her words, ever. If she did not want him to end his life, he would not. Even if she was not here.
He removed the gun and opened his eyes.
She stood in front of him. Hands together at her front. Frizzy hair in every direction. She rocked sideways, excited.
"But I'm right here!" she told him.
"Tommy?"
His sudden inhale almost had him falling over. Tommy met the eyes of Ozzy, who stood down the hill. "Yeah."
