Polly's Boys

London calling

The Snow Club: Backroom

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David had been pounding into his wife Peggy, who'd he had successfully pinned several minutes before against the door of her dressing room. Her lithe legs were tightly wrapped around him in a vice grip keeping him firmly pressed inside her. She dug her fingers through her scalp, stuttering and muttering his name over and over.

"Don't mess up my hair please." She begged him in between sloppy and wet kisses. She loved him unhinged like this. He was a proper gentleman so when he got feral and hot...Oh, her night would be a good one.

He chased his high moaning into her long neck. Just as he finished he heard screaming coming from the main dance hall. Heels clacking on the concrete outside of her dressing room and loud bangs on the door alerted him to danger. What the hell, nothing ever happened here.

"What?!" He yelled pulling out of his wife and gently setting her tiny dainty feet on the ground. She shoved her dress down and ran to her vanity. He knew she kept a gun there. He was never sure why. He ran a respectable business. Having been adopted into a well to do family, everything he did was 100 percent legal, unlike his twin and cousins he thought bitterly.

He tried to distance himself from every gangster in the city. He had a feeling this had to do with a certain Peaky bunch of gangsters.

Winter had called today and warned him that Dev said they were coming into town. He prayed he was wrong, sadly he had a sixth sense about these things and was almost always right.

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He walked briskly down the hall, several of his security guards We detained a tall gentleman with a mustache and a loud booming voice.

"You tell him we're here eh, we're cousins!" He roared, obviously drunk.

David bit his lip and combed his fingers through his hair hoping the pomade stuck and kept him looking respectable.

He'd only met them once and had plans to keep it this way. He'd doubled his security tonight apparently in vain. He was pissed.

"What's going on?" Peggy gripped his arm. He shoved her off roughly. She reared back and glared at him. He turned taking her small little face into his large warm hands.

"God, Peggy I'm so sorry." He bent down to kiss her. His voice was ragged and his heart was about to burst from his chest. In all the years they'd been together, he'd never laid a hand on her.

"No one's on stage, I'll call the girls. You go find your dumb cousins and set them straight eh, take them to the VIP room." She winked at him, gave a little wave and suddenly behind her and to his amazement the girls and jazz flooded the stage. She flashed him a sexy smile as she skidded across the stage in a side way Charleston and her legs kicked off the song.

"See, I told you'z. David, hey." Arthur walked toward him staggering. David gritted his teeth and stormed up to his cousins. Tommy stood smirking, hands clasp as serene as he could be. The younger one, John looked cocky as fuck.

"He looks fooking pissed, Tommy." David would have appreciated the statement had John not been smirking. He strode toward them intending on beating them if he had too. Where was his security team?

"David, we are in London for a few days, though we drop by and see your hospitality your mum is always bragging about." Tommy smiled when David's eyes bulged. Who the fuck did they think they were?!

"I don't know if mom told you but I have a nice townhouse and it's full of unruly kids." He meant for them to know that they weren't welcome.

"So no different than being over at John's house." Tommy added, almost sounding bored. His eyes wandered around. He was surveyed backstage.