The Shelby Princess

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Gangsters are arguably the most egotistical and prideful range of people one could come across, specifically between each-other, undeniably asking for help is a rarity within the business. However if there's one person Tommy Shelby would willingly allow to chip his well-renowned reputation it was Charlotte.

Tommy had gotten into contact with Alfie Solomon's seconds after the telephone call with his sister, not only was it beneficial to gain the assistance of a London gangster, it was specifically beneficial when he's in love with your other half. As much as that shook Tommy with anger, he was well aware that he had to let his immaturities go for the time being to allow him to work his magic.
Don't get him wrong, he thought for a good millisecond to fuck it all and deal with the situation solely by himself, however he knew Alfie has connections with Stanley's family and could be with Charlotte quicker then he could. Despite the fact he was now at full speed, apprehensively gripping the steering wheel as he willingly let his mind wander to what situation Charlotte had landed herself in.
Although he wasn't even aware that she was actually in any danger at all, he had a feeling, a very strong one at that.

Alfie knew Charlotte very well, he knew where she would go when she was feeling down, where she would go if she wanted to celebrate, where she would go for space, and exactly where she would go to meet the fucking ex-boyfriend.
which might i add, were the very words that ran through his head.
When Alfie received the call that Charlotte had decided to go on her little rendezvous, he physically had to pause and sigh through his frustration at her stupidity but mostly his disappointment for a wise woman making such a foolish decision.
However his worries topped all the frustration he felt due to previous concerns he had over the relationship.
It was based off of passing comments Charlotte had made that flagged warning signs in his head, he most certainly knew more then he let on about how Stanley had began treating her.
As much as he prioritised Charlotte's safety, a small inkling was finally praying for a valid excuse to beat the life out of him without a nagging brunette afterwards.

It had taken a solid three minutes from the end of the phone call and the cowering heads as Alfie forcefully pushed the bar doors open.
Scanning the bar vividly, Alfie's dread resurfaced as he failed to clock the brunette inside.
"Charlotte Windsor, you know the name. You seen her?" he more so demanded rather than questioned.
Wishful eye's consumed the bar at hope's of potentially seeing the women, whilst fear consumed others who had.
The fear consumed eyes hadn't fallen short on Alfie, his frustration only growing as they all stared back at him as if they'd seen a ghost.
He let his eyes trace the bar once more, now zoning in on the bartender that was visibly trembling.
Another trait about gangsters, they're extremely observant and the fifty bob sitting uncomfortably in the man's pocket didn't look quite right.

Heading for him, Alfie forcefully grabbed the man pinching the fifty bob as he did so.
"Now this." he taunted. "don't look right sitting in your pocket when you work behind a bar." he added, flaunting the money between his two fingers.
The man's gulp could be heard from miles away, his fear stricken eyes slightly haunting. "unless, you were doing a favour for the more superior, now that sounds more like it to me."
his eye's only widen as he visibly fought for what to do, what to say.
It all evidently came to a head when his mouth developed a mind of its own.
"he took her through the side door, he promised he hadn't harmed her, i swear!" he rushed.

Within seconds the piercing sound of a gun shot fought through the air, soon followed by the ricochet of glass and the slump of a body. The screams and dispersing people formed into one high pitched noise as one trembling,seething Alfie solomon's made his way to that very door.

Alfie was currently experiencing a
foreign feeling that he was extremely un-fond of, helplessness. It wasn't that he didn't know what to do, he knew he could have all of his men searching the in and outs of the city. It was that he knew he was face to face with an opponent he couldn't take down, time.
he wasn't aware when they had left, which meant he didn't know how much time he was operating with, one thing he did know; it wasn't a lot.