❝If you want me. EARN ME!❞
❝Alright. I'll earn you, I'll do it.❞
in which amara singh, a former employee to the shelby's is ready to move on with her life beyond their gang empire and open her own business. if only thomas shelby was ready to let her...
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CAMPBELL brought Amara to the south side of Birmingham and she could tell why. The south side was the closest you could get to the country and from the beach, there was more greenery, colour and beauty than the dull, grey city of Birmingham. She could tell why Campbell came here a lot. She knew the city well. Campell was a man, who found Birmingham, the city of the slums, where the underdogs thrive while the rich get killed and murdered. That's how anyone from the rich ends of Galway would think and that's what she thought upon her arrival but time does things to you, cuts your old ways and now, she called the slums of Birmingham home. But, this... this was a beautiful place, where the colour returned to Birmingham, right before you left.
Campbell didn't want to leave until his job was done, so why he brought her was a mystery and if she'd known she would've let it stay that way.
"I still have a day, Inspector," she stated it, more than reminded.
"This isn't about your weakling's need to defend the guilty," A smile appeared on her face, her gaze still on the crystal waves, dancing and colliding but in a way that felt at peace. In a way that was a much more beautiful sight than the man that spoke. "It's about you threatening one of my officers."
"Spy,"
She could feel Campbell's glare at her correction, "Excuse me?"
She then turned to him to explain. "Officers are known to the public, wear uniform, do their jobs in public and they do not pretend to be barmaids with fake application forms. Grace Burgess is a spy, not an officer."
Campbell had no further argument. "I admit, I'm impressed by your wits of finding out my spy," his voice became frighteningly dark. "━but she will indeed remain a spy, no Shelby will know of this."
"Why are you so sure?" her voice was soft. Campbell was smart, he knew about her relationship with Tommy after just an hour, he probably knew that Polly hired her to find out the mole and with that file he ordered, he knew that her relationship to her clients was one of trust. So, why was he so confident with his Irish tongue?
"Singh? An uncommon name in London but one man strikes fear in every officer." The fear she held in her heart, was reflected in her eyes. She froze in place, feeling her heart sink to her stomach and gulp. Now, those waves across the bridge were a forced sight and the next words were frightening. But only to a Singh. "Sidney Singh━your uncle."
Amara felt sick and Campbell reached into the inner pocket of his coat, pulled out a file made with brownish-yellow parchment and filled it with pages and pages inside it. It should've belonged in a library, not in his inner pocket. As he handed it to her, her fingers fell light and she struggled to grasp it while trying to breathe. The strong, powerful and stoic facade she had, disappeared with just one mention.
