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 FOUR
Ozzy certainly should intervene. Before this got out of hand.
His blue eyes watched Tommy, with a fear that rattled his bones. Then to Arthur. The man was drunk and still largely hungover from the previous night; he was useless right now. Didn't see what Ozzy saw clear as day.
Mrs. Connors took in a breath and carefully refolded the three dead birds. "I will name them Thomas, Arthur, and..." Her nervous eyes looked at Tommy for permission.
Kizzie would be honored to have a bird named after her. And maybe a bit confused at the generosity.
Tommy could only nod. Gentle and quiet. This was technically work for him. Letting his personal life intervene with the people of Small Heath did no one any good.
"That'll make him pause, even when he's drunk!" Mrs. Connors stood. "Take care, Mr. Shelby. I pray still, for her."
Ozzy and the brothers followed her in standing. Ozzy nearly fell back into the booth. His nervous legs shook.
"Take care, Mrs Conners," Tommy told her.
"Oh!" Arthur said as they were left alone again. "Finn's showing promise, Tom. Maybe we should put him on the track."
The (now) youngest Shelby was working on fumes to prove his worth. Running, maybe, the same way his brothers were running from their grief. Ozzy often saw him, sat with him in the same rooms of business. With a whore in one arm and a gun in the other, Finn felt himself an adult. A man worthy of respect amongst his siblings. Ozzy couldn't lie, though. The room of opportunity that came knocking with Kizzie gone was the size of a fucking crater. Finn would be a fool to not take advantage.
Even if he was being...reckless about it.
Micky at the window paused the conversation. "Tommy. Next person is waiting. Wants to see both of you."
Ozzy sat back down. Nothing could be simple. What did someone need both Arthur and Tommy for?
Tommy visibly stiffened. "Do you know his face?"
"No, but he's Chinese."
Arthur shook his head. "Chinese in our pub?" His hunched form tried looking at the man waiting on the other side of the door. Held out his hand. "Tom?"
Tommy quietly slid a switchblade to Arthur. Then looked at Ozzy. "Stay here, Ozzy."
