𝙋𝙡𝙖𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝘿𝙚𝙫𝙞𝙡𝙨 𝙂𝙖𝙢𝙚....
In which Thomas Shelby finds himself beaten by Billy Kimber and a rival Romani gang. Evelyn Heron, the daughter of Birminghams new leader, has spent years on the run, living in the shadows in an effort...
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As Evelyn stepped into Birmingham for the first time, her heart raced with a mixture of excitement and apprehension. The air was thick with the scent of coal and industry, a far cry from the freshness of pollen and wet grass. The sky was clouded by gray smoke, pushing against towering brick buildings that loomed above her, their stormy facades a stark contrast to the sun she always welcomed.
The streets were alive with a cacophony of voices — men shouting over the clamor of machines, women haggling in markets, the occasional laugh cutting through the crowd.
Huddled deep inside the safety of John's new automobile, she watched as men in flat caps as they hurried past, their sharp suits hinting at a world of power and danger she had only heard about in whispers. The cobblestones beneath the rubber tires felt foreign and unforgiving, yet they pulsed with a vibrant energy that captivated her.
Birmingham felt like a living beast, its heart beating with ambition and grit. But beneath the glamour of a new world, her mind whirled with anxiety, her eyes attempting to scan every face for the familiar features of her father. Evelyn was both drawn in and hesitant, marveling at the complexity of it all, where beauty and brutality intertwined in a dance as old as time. This was a new world that both thrilled and terrified her, a stark reminder that she was far from the safety of the shadows she had spent the last few years in.
"If you get any closer to the window," Esme whispered to her left, "You'll fog up the new glass."
"And you'll crush my bones," Arthur groaned, shifting his weight against Evelyn's side.
Evelyn blinked, her consciousness returning to the insides of the vehicle. She had been slowly inching her way towards the window, amazed at the world that passed by, and totally oblivious to the fact that she had been placed between her cousin and Thomas's brother.
In the front bench, John chuckled as Evelyn pulled back in her spot.
"Sorry," she apologized sheepishly, her cheeks burning, "Where are we headed anyway? I thought you lot weren't allowed back in the city."
"We aren't," Arthur grumbled, rubbing his ribcage, "But that's not gonna stop us."
"Ada's got a place," John added, "We're going there now."
Evelyn cocked an eyebrow, "How'd she manage that?"
John and Arthur both let out a low laugh, before Arthur replied, "She's a Peaky fuckin' Blinder!"
But as it turned out, the real reason Ada had managed to stay in Birmingham this long was due to one simple fact: she went by Ada Throne. This small simple miscalculation on Danior's part meant that the Shelby family had been able to maintain a direct line into the city, as Ada spent her time toeing the line between friend and foe. Her marriage had given her freedom, an ability to shield herself from the violent rampage Danior had inflicted within his budding empire while she raised her son, out in the open for everyone to see.
