The Balls in Our Courts [F.SxO.CxT.S]

Chapter Twenty-Two: Please read AN!

Author's Note: I am sorry. I know I was supposed to update this that week. However, my father passed and I have been so busy. I hope you enjoy this chapter and please comment. Possible trigger warning for nudity in front of a minor, but no sexual assault/harassment/intent. 

When Tommy returned to England, Polly had commented quick visit with some type of tone he didn't like. However, he acted as if it was business as usual, off handedly and cold, barely sparing her a look. If there was anyone that could read him through his stone face, it'd be Polly. Her skeptical eyes traveled with the official crested sealed envelope. Before Tommy could make it to the first step, she was at his tail, grabbing the envelope. Tommy stiffened, closing his eyes. Polly was the type to get combative over the things that pissed her off well enough, and while Amsterdam wasn't the longest journey, he was tired. Slowly, he turned to watch her reaction to the documents enclosed.

"Family affairs?" She used her dark burgundy painted nail to tear the seal. Looking up at him as she pulled out a clipped packet, Polly commented that he should feel ashamed of himself. "Colm is a fragile man, Thomas-"

"It's temporary," he assured her, redirecting himself to the hardly locked liquor cabinet. His hand knew exactly where to go and what to grab, fingers circling an almost empty whiskey bottle. Occupied with the conversation ahead, he hadn't cared about whether or not the glass he picked was used. "I had to get it to take her to Paris-"

"And you had to have her compete in Paris-"

"They're scouting for the 1928 Olympics." He took the papers back, giving her a sarcastic salute with his shot class. "These need to be resealed, thank you, Pol'."

"And that is what she wants?"

"No one wants to go to work, Pol', but we all do it. Seemingly you all tend to forget she in fact works-"

"For?"

Tommy and Polly paused their bicker, eyes connecting, She cocked a brow, knowingly. Too knowingly for Tommy's comfort. Exploitation wasn't exactly off his books, but exploitation of a young girl was not something he wanted to advertise on his gangster clad resume. He pulled at his tie with two fingers, loosening his shirt collar. "I've asked for nothing since she's been here. You're asking about the books because you believe you're entitled to that information. Now, if you'd excuse me."

He tilted his head her way and scaled up the stairs. Without knocking, he opened the bedroom door where Ameliaand Finn sat behind. The air seemingly sucked from the room when everything went silent. While neither were touching the other, it still was not something that Amelia and Finn wanted Tommy to see. Finn was hanging upside down on her bed, sucking at a lolly and she'd been sitting on the floor, organizing her suitcase. Tommy wanted to find something to yell about, but he couldn't. Though, he had told Finn you're not to see her and warned Amelia that she didn't need distractions. Tommy settled on, "why are you sitting like that?" Finn cocked a brow before swinging his legs over, sliding himself up proper-like. Both their mouths were tinted red. He turned to her. "Sweets, always sweets. You think you really need them, huh?"