Book 1 - Complete
Book 2 - Ongoing
If you asked their family, they'd tell you Thomas and Maude were surely soulmates. The two had a bond so strong, that anyone who believed in reincarnation, would tell you that they were certain, Thomas and Maude lo...
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IX. Sickness.
Maude and Tommy were up rather early, much to Maude's dismay. She sat on the couch, scowling angrily as she sipped on her morning tea. Tommy was standing at the mirror near the door, fixing his tie.
A horn blared outside, and Maude turned in her sea, pulling the curtains back to peek out the window. "Alfie's here," she informed her husband as she sighed. She finished her tea before standing up
Together, Maude and Tommy left the house, their children already with Anna for the day. Three men waited outside by a car. Maude only recognized Alfie, but they could assume that the very large and tall man beside him was he who'd fight against Mr. Gold's son.
Even as Maude and Tommy approached, Alfie continued to blare the horn. He only stopped when they were right in front of him. Tommy looked unbothered as he stared at the bearded Jew. "Morning Alfie." he greeted.
"Yeah, it is. It is." Alfie agreed as he nodded his head. "So how come everybody's in fucking bed?" he questioned as his eyebrows furrowed.
Tommy didn't answer as his attention turned to the larger man of the three. "So this must be Goliath," he muttered as he eyed the man up and down. "Right," he grunted. He wasn't intimidated by the large man trying to stare him down. But Maude sure as hell was as she eyed the large man with slightly wide eyes. "Let me introduce you to David," Tommy spoke as he took Maude's hand and began walking down the street. "This way, boys."
"I assume that David's out of bed?" Alfie questioned as he and Goliath followed after Maude and Tommy while the third man stayed with the car.
The whole walk towards one of the smaller Shelby Limited distilleries, Alfie talked about rum and gin. It was the longest few minutes of Maude's life and she'd rather listen to Arthur explain snow to her.
"Oh, right, the problem, right, between rum and gin is that gin, right, it leads to the melancholy, whereas rum incites violence," Alfie explained as they entered the distillery. Maude and Tommy shared a look. "You know, it also allows you to be liberated from your self-doubt." Alfie continued as everyone came to a stop in the middle of the building. "I hear you're probably more in need of the old rum at the moment rather than gin, mate. Hmm?"
Maude raised her eyebrows at Alfie, taking a deep breath before turning towards the table set up further back in the room. All she could think about was how long this day was going to be as she sat down on one of the chairs.
A bird chirped from above in the building, flying across to where it had started building a nest. "Oh, dear. Tommy, you've got fucking starlings, mate." Alfie informed Tommy as he pulled out his gun from its holster. !Oh, yeah. That shit will rot your pipework." he said as he pointed in the direction of the bird. "Those bastards only understand one language."
"It's all right, Alfie. There's no need." Tommy replied quickly as he held up a hand before Alfie could start shooting in the distillery. "It's all right, I'm, er... I'm getting a kestrel," he assured.
