Peaky Blinders. One shot and imagines

The Professor - Part 10 - Alfie x Tommy x Reader

She looked over at the clock, the hands moving closer and closer to eight o'clock. Henry had worked wonders with the hotel suite, the butler making the rooms feel much more like home; the large display of fresh flowers, filling the space with the most pleasing of scents. The whole place ready for her guests to arrive. For Alfie Solomons, Tommy Shelby and whatever kin he decided to bring with him to this little, get to know you evening.

Her little meeting with Lord Emery and the Prime Minister the day before, had been very productive. (Y/n) able to find out a little more about the two men she had made a pact with. For whether they knew it, or not, the powers that be, knew all about them. It more than obvious that they didn't like the notion of Jews and Gypsies having such power, such control; though they did seem to appreciate that she was now involved with them. The Professor promising not only to keep an eye on them, but also the growing Italian problem.

"Ma'am.........."

"Yes, Henry........?" The professor looking over to the door, as the older man entered.

"The men are in place. I was wondering if you would like your guests searched upon their arrival........?"

"No, Henry.........Let them have their guns if they have brought them. Little boys need their toys, and I doubt that either Solomons or the Shelbys would be stupid enough to start a gun fight, here. They want to know what more I can bring to the table; what more I can offer, and they won't be able to find out, if they start shooting. That, and I may be in the Shelby's kingdom, but I am still the one in charge............Though, just in case, I want you to make sure that you have your gun with you........"

"I always do, ma'am.........." Henry replied, open his jacket to reveal the Colt that was conceal there.

"And I have also made sure that there is a gun concealed behind the clock, for you....... just in case........." The butler continued, gesturing to the large, ornate clock on the mantlepiece.

"What would I do without, Henry........" She replied. The butler giving her a small smile and bowing slightly, before closing the door behind him.

He was a good man. If she could trust anyone, it was Henry. He had been a butler before the war at some large, stately home; and during the conflict he had chosen to do his bit for King and country, achieving the rank of Sergeant Major, just like Tommy Shelby. Yet unlike Shelby, Henry had come back to nothing. No job, no wife; the poor woman having died of tuberculosis, while he had been fighting in the trenches. Henry turning to the bottle, just like so many of the men that she had hired, who had seen the war. Yet when he had been at his lowest ebb, she had found him. He sometimes telling her, that she had saved him, given him a purpose again. Henry the most loyal of all those that surrounded her; all the men that she had done her best to help find their place in the world, after they had come back from the war. The men, just like Henry, having come home to find that they had little, if nothing left of their old lives; come home to find that the world was not what they had been promised, after fighting for four long years. And that in some cases, they found that they were rejected because of the demons that now lived in their heads. But she would not do that; she would never do that. A smile coming to her lips, as she made her way over to the fireplace, so that she could look behind the clock. A gun there, just as he had told her.

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The cars pulled up outside the rather lavish hotel. Alfie and Tommy having to admit that it suited the woman from the north, that they had met.

Even though neither wanted to show it, or confess it, they were both highly impressed by the Professor. Since their initial meeting, both men had done all they could to find out as much as possible about (Y/n); but all those that claimed to know her, said that she was a well-respected businesswoman. A philanthropist that supported many a charity. That she helped the widows and children of service men, that were not lucky enough to have returned from the fight, as well as those that had. No one mentioning the other side of her "business" dealings; Tommy feeling that it was more that they did not know, rather than were too scared to mention it. The head of the Shelby family firm sure that no one would believe him if he were to tell them. That they would laugh if he were to say that she had killed a man for insulting the Jewish gangster by his side; and then had the victim's body eaten by pigs.

"After you, Thomas..........." Alfie said, as John, Arthur, Polly and a few others, came to join them. The Londoner gesturing to the front door of the hotel where the doorman, dressed in a deep crimson coat, accompanied by a coachman's hat and pair of white gloves, waited for them. John pushing passed everyone, as Tommy took a cigarette out of its case and lit it; the younger Shelby more than happy to be the first to get to see the rather handsome woman that he and Arthur met the day before, again. Tommy just shaking his head before following after his sibling. Hoping that no one would get themselves into too much trouble.