The Mafia and his angels

44~

"Thank you Tommy." Maryanne said. Tommy smiled at him. Tommy kisses her lips, running his fingers down her spine. Francis came running down the steps. "Mrs. Shelby, you must come up to the fitting room at once, for your fitting." Francis said. "Alright." Maryanne said. "Darling, what's happening?" Tommy asked. "I'm trying a dress on." Maryanne said, running to the room. "Francis, why does this part of the dress need to be such a rapid important matter?" Maryanne asked. "To make sure, that this dress will fit for your next trip to Camden." Francis said. "It fits well." Maryanne said, looking at herself in her in the vanity mirror.
"He's taking you to Camden?" Francis asked. "Aye." Maryanne said.
Francis tighted the dress, "Fuck." Maryanne said, as she leaned back.
Tommy walked in the room, "Darling, you alright?" Tommy asked. "Aye." Maryanne said, as she looked at her.
"Francis tightened the dress a bit too much." Maryanne said. "Francis, be careful with her." Tommy said, laughing. "Mr. Shelby, you know I could never hurt her." Francis said. Tommy smiled. Maryanne goes to Tommy.
"Darling, you look so beautiful as you always do." Tommy said. "Tommy, you know how to make me feel so happy." Maryanne said to him.
That night, Maryanne was laying down in the bed, Tommy was in the washroom.
"Oh my darling, you're so lovely laying down on the bed, waiting for me." Tommy said to her. Tommy walked over to the bed, as the moon shone through the window of their bedroom. "The moon is so beautiful, this time of night." Maryanne said. "It really darling." Tommy said, looking at her. "Tommy, you know, I'm better than the moon." Maryanne said. "Darling, the moon has fucking nothing on you." Tommy said, kissing her lips.
"When do we leave for Camden?" Maryanne asked, resting her head on Tommy's chest. "At the spark of dawn darling." Tommy said. "Aye." Maryanne said.
Once it was dawn, Tommy and Maryanne were getting ready to leave for Camden. "Darling, you know why we are going there right?" Tommy asked. No." Maryanne said, putting on her dress. "I'm going to remarry you." Tommy said. "You want to reamrry me?" Maryanne asked. "Aye, darling, when we got married the frist time, I wanted to relive it again, one day. When you walked down the alise to the alter, when I saw you my darling, in that lovely white dress you wore, I knew I wanted to relive that day again with you." Tommy said, kissing her lips. "Tommy, you have a way of doing certain things, and it amuses me." Maryanne said. "Darling, it's how much I care about you. It's how much I'm showing you I'm so greatful for you, even though I almost lost you more than once now at this point. That's besides the point darling, you are my only thing I would live for, if anything were to happen to any of us, you or me, I will be the first one at the fight, you at me side, with a gun in my hand, staring the men down with that death stare and stance of one who does not mess with a fucking Peaky Blinders' wife, next thing, they are on the floor dead, as a dog on the road." Tommy said, twirling her in arms. "Tommy, I would die for you if I would." Maryanne said. "Darling, you need to live for me, if I were to ever die, I would go, not you. I would want you to tell others, what I did with you, tell them how much I love you, tell them how much I saved you, tell them how much I kissed and held you, tell them, how much, I cared about your life and your whole self of a woman." Tommy said, looking at her, tears welling up in his eyes. "Tommy, thought you never cried." Maryanne teased. "Darling, I only cry around you." Tommy said to her.
"Tommy, my only I want in my life." Maryanne said. Tommy looked at her, kissing her lips.
"Darling, what year is it?" Tommy asked. "1949" Maryanne said.
"Aye." Tommy said. "Darling, will you marry me?" Tommy asked. "Tommy, you know I've never said no."
Maryanne said, kissing Tommy's lips.
Arthur came out to see them. "There's the Birmingham's royal couple." Arthur said. "We're even a royal." Maryanne said. "My darling, I adore you." Tommy said to her, pulling her close to him. "Tommy you make feel something." Maryanne said. Tommy looked at her, kissing her lips. "My darling, stay here for the night, I need to go something at the Garrison, I need to kill someone." Tommy said. "Who?" Maryanne asked.
Tommy placed his hand on her shoulder. "Don't fret my darling." Tommy said. "Arthur, come with me." Tommy said. "Aye." Arthur said gruffly.
"Johnny dog, keep her here, don't touch her, You can talk with her, just don't touch her." Tommy said. "Aye." Johnny said. "Good man." Tommy said. "Tommy, can't I come with you?" Maryanne asked. "Darling, you could get hurt." Tommy said, looking at her. "Tommy, I don't trust Johnny." Maryanne said. "Aye. Come on." Tommy said latching his arm around her.
Arthur went with them. "Who do you have to kill?" Arthur asked. "Another Italian." Tommy said. Maryanne's eyes widened. "Darling, no one is going to touch you." Tommy said. Maryanne nodded. Once they got to where the Italian was, he greeted them, in an odd way. "If it isn't the Shelby's and his wife Maryanne." said the Italian, gawklingly walking around them. "Dante, you know if you go near us you will die." Arthur said. Tommy held Maryanne in his arms. Dante attemped to touch Maryanne for a greeting. "Tommy, don't  let him touch me." Maryanne said. "I won't darling." Tommy said, kissing her head. "Mrs. Shelby, you're expectationally lovely this evening." Dante said. Maryanne buried her face in Tommy's neck. "Mr. Shelby, does your wife manners?" Dante asked, teasingly. "She does. She does trust anyone as foul as you." Tommy said. "She does not turst me? Why so?" Dante asked, attemping to touch her again. Tommy swatted his hand away. "Hands off me wife!" Tommy screamed. Arthur held a gun to Dante's head. "Now, we can talk about this." Dante said, shakingly. "Hands off me wife! She's off limits of any other man's hands, but mine." Tommy said. Maryanne shook in fear. Tommy took off his suit jacket to cover her shoulders. "Here darling." Tommy said. Maryanne kisses his lips. "Te am dragă." Tommy said. "You've got me." Maryanne said. "Aye." Tommy said, turning his back. Dante touched her, and then KISSED HER! Maryanne pushes Dante off her. Tommy rushes to her side. "You try that once more, you will be in a grave!" Tommy shouted, Dante on the floor, fearing his life. "Tommy, he touched me. I feel awful." Maryanne said. "Darling, darling, it's not your fault." Tommy said, comforting her, holding her in his arms. Arthur saw what had happened. "She well Tommy?" Arthur asked. "No." Tommy said.  Arthur walked to them. "She got touched and kissed by Dante." Tommy whispered, low enough to where it was inaudible. "She got touched by him?" Arthur asked. "Aye." Tommy said. Arthur glared at Dante. "Now Mr. Shelby, it was only for a greeting the Italian way." Dante said. "No, I fucking told ya, don't touch my wife!" Tommy shouted, shooting him, in cold. Blood.