❝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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GRACE HAD INDEED killed someone. Amara stepped carefully once she eyed it, blood pooling around a man whose skin had gone a ghostly pale, blood seeping from his grey suit. It spread across the pavement, finding a path in the cracks of the concrete floor. Grace hadn't even tried to cover it up, instead, she stood frozen with a trembling hand on the gun that had committed the act. At that moment, Amara wondered the last time she was like that when she saw a dead body. The last time she felt sick to her stomach, a shiver down her neck and a shook stare. But, Amara couldn't recall, dead bodies felt like normal to her, it was normal before she moved here and seeing Grace shiver reminded her that to others━ living privileged lives,━ dead bodies were like seeing ghosts themselves.
Lucky Bastards, Amara thought as she eyed the man on the floor.
He wasn't from around here. There wasn't anything abnormal about him, he didn't carry a train ticket from elsewhere, he didn't carry a badge but he didn't look like most men in Birmingham did. His hands were not worn and rough from working days and nights in the factories, he didn't belong to any gangs. This was Peaky Blinders territory; no other gang member would cross unless they wanted to end up in the canal all cut up. And, she knew almost every member of the Peaky Blinders and this wasn't one.
"Grace?" she questioned, turning around but before she could finish her sentence Grace began shaking and mumbling to herself.
"I didn't know who to call. I was following him, he caught me and I━it just happened!"
Amara gave a concerned look. The barmaid━come━secret copper was usually so composed, playing the part of the sweet, innocent new girl that could turn every bad man into a decent one. Everything that came out of Grace's mouth was composed, calculated and thought out but now the facade had crumbled, and the mask had snapped. Now, she was a naive girl who had followed the wrong prey and shot her way out of it━ and there was only two ways to escape the guilt of it.
