As the youngest Shelby child and twin to Finn Shelby, Kezia has spent the last 4 of her 10 years locked away for her mental defectiveness.
She returns to Small Heath under the legal guardianship of her brother, Thomas Shelby. Despite knowing she's s...
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CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND ONE
Silence was a knife. To muscle and bone.
Arthur heard things in the silence. Cannons and blood dropping onto wooden planks. Skin slashing and pulling apart against barbed wire. Used to be, before Kizzie died, he heard nothing in the silence. Sometimes he heard her quiet mumbles. Whispers in Shelta. When things were good with Linda, he'd hear her laughter. Feel her smile against his heart.
He did not know what to do anymore.
In some lucid state, he heard the phone ringing. He stood, stumbled against the armchair and picked up the glass on the table with remaining whiskey. Powdered white clung to the bottom edges, where the glass was cut and decorated. When little, Kizzie would rub her fingers against the grooves for hours. Sometimes, she only came over because Arthur had those types of glasses. She'd sit in the living room with Linda while she strummed along with Bible verses or asked her about her life and about...her...her...
Solomons.
"Arthur?" Tommy's voice was immediate once Arthur picked up the receiver. He looked at the clock against the wall and it read 3:27am.
"Yeah," Arthur grumbled.
When Kizzie died, and when Arthur found out that Solomons was involved, despite not meaning to be, Arthur couldn't remember the moments, hours, days, later. He was boarded up in his home while Linda kept the animal from charging off and killing every single person Solomons ever knew. He remembered Tommy telling him that he would be the one to kill Solomons--not Arthur.
Arthur still could not forgive his brother for this. And Tommy knew it. There was a strain between them at every gathering. Every phone call.
When Arthur was locked away, for however long it was, Linda came out of it a different woman. And how could she not? Her husband was a monster. And no amount of God would ever change that.
"Frances was right," Tommy said into the line. "Linda was here today."
A pained groan escaped Arthur. "Fuck. What did she say, huh?" He tightened his shaking hand around his glass and took a gulp. He did not feel the sting. And he imagined neither did Tommy anymore. "I just want to talk to her."
Arthur was jealous of Tommy these days. While insane as it was, Tommy saw Kizzie. Talked to her. Felt her as though she were really still here. Arthur had shit. What did he do wrong to not have some reprieve with his sister? She loved him. He adored her, would have done anything for her if she just asked. Kizzie and Tommy weren't even on speaking terms after what he did to her. It wasn't fucking fair!
Tommy sighed and lowered his voice. "Arthur, listen. First, I need you to go to Scotland and bring back Abarama Gold. Then we'll go and we'll find Linda.
