The next morning I woke up next to my new fiancée. "Isiah," I turned around to face him on the bed. "Hmm?" He grumbled back at me. "Did you ask my brothers for permission to propose?" I asked smiling. "Of course I did, they were fine with it." He replied-opening his eyes to look at me.
"It's nine o'clock already, fucks sakes." I sighed rolling out of bed. Isiah pulled me back into his chest before I could even get up, "don't leave me." He whined- peppering kisses all over my face to try and get me to stay. "We have to tell our families the news!" I laughed, pulling him out of bed with me.
Me and Isiah both walked into the betting den, hand in hand. "We've got an announcement to make," I spoke, grabbing my family's attention.
"WE'RE GETTING MARRIED!"
I shouted, showing off my ring as everyone cheered. John ran up to me first, pulling me into a tight hug. "My baby sister's not so little anymore- eh?" He laughed. After what felt like a million hugs, I realised that someone was missing. I looked around, finally connecting eyes with Tommy. He stood in the doorway with a wide grin spread across his face.
"Thank you Tom." I said walking over to him. "You deserve it Lilah." He whispered, wrapping his arms around me.
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Me, Isiah and Michael sat working in his office. "Let's go get a drink." Isiah said, taking a puff of his cigarette. "No I'm alright," Michael replied, not even looking up from his paperwork. Me and Isiah shared a sideways glance. "C'mon it's payday, everybody has a drink on pay day." I tried to convince my cousin.
"Not me!" He sighed, scribbling more stuff down. "You think yer' mum don't have a drink on pay day?" Isiah chuckled, "you think the Lord Almighty- don't have a drink on pay day?" Michael still looked unfazed. "Look, they won't serve a black man without a Shelby on his side." Isiah sighed. "So you're using me?" Michael asked. "Yeah." Isiah laughed, grabbing my hand as we left the office.
"Three pints of dark mild, please." Michael told the barman. "Fuck that, we're Blinders! Three Whiskeys." I interrupted. Me and Isiah watched as Michael struggled to smoke his cigarette, "you get used to it. Then you can't stop." Isiah told him.
A whistle came from behind us.
"I don't drink with blacks." A man said walking up to Isiah. "Here we fuckin' go." He spat, stubbing out his cigarette. "Paddy, they're okay." The barman defended.
"Not with me they're not," Paddy replied. "I don't drink in pubs with blacks." He looked Isiah up and down. "So leave." I scoffed. "I'm telling you to leave it paddy." The barman said, once again. "And I'm telling this darkie to get out of here." The man continued.
"You know something? FUCK OFF." I shouted at him. "It's alright Lilah, just leave it alright?" Michael reassured, pulling me back. "Why are you here with this fucking n!gger beautiful?" Paddy smirked before getting punched in the face by Isiah. A fight broke out, I got a good punch to the nose but chose to ignore it. Smashing a glass over the guys head as he screamed out in pain.
"PADDY THE BOYS A BLINDER! HE'S POLLY SHELBY'S SON!" The barman yelled as the man let Michael out of his grip. "ARE YOU FUCKIN' SUICIDAL?!" Paddy began to apologise frantically. "Get out." Isiah ordered him.
"We ordered some drinks, and we are going to drink them." I told the barman, Michael sighed rubbing his hands over his face. "Are you alright?" Isiah asked, wiping away the blood dripping from my nose. "Yeah, let's get drunk." I told him.
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"Here they are look, junior Peaky boys and our beautiful sister." Arthur slurred, "what's happened to you, have you been scrapping?" He asked. "Some idiots at the Marquis Of Lorne." Michael told him.
"Yeah, tried to stop us from having a drink but it's alright. We fought them off." I told my brothers, who stood in an instant. "The marquis eh- Where's your dad?" Arthur asked Isiah, pushing Finn back down in his seat. "Preaching," Isiah shrugged as John and Arthur left the room. "Where are they going? Michael questioned, confused.
"To blow up The Marquis Of Lorne." I sighed, knowing my brothers too well. "You don't get to fuck with the Blinders and get away with it Michael- you'll learn that." I told him, resting my head on Isiah's shoulder.
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