Book three in my Peaky Blinders Series. Book two is Both of Us. Book one is Heartless.
When the memory of his lover seems to haunt him to the point of insanity, Thomas must find a way to keep his world from crashing down.
*A Peaky Blinders Fanf...
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Okay, so I planned on writing for one hour and ended up writing for three😝 Time flies when you're doing what you were created to do😉
Because I was writing for so long, I don't just have one chapter...I have a few. I wrote them all in one night partly because, I don't want to give you any time to think I just want you to read read read lol. And I want you to enjoy 😊
Thanks for reading, catch you on the flip side 😉
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Thomas walked into his home with a heavy heart. He did not feel like talking to anyone, not even Toni. Still, there was an entire issue to be dealt with in regards to her.
Her "resurrection" did not need to be public news. Still, the rest of his family needed to know.
Once he stepped into his home, he headed straight for his office, purposely avoiding wherever Toni might be.
Tommy picked up the telephone and dialed John's number, then waited until the receiver clicked on the other end.
"Hello," he heard John say.
"John, come over here...bring Arthur." Thomas said.
Before John could ask any questions, Tommy ended the call.
He sat dejectedly on his office chair and pulled out a cigarette, smoking and waiting to reveal a heavy secret.
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Almost an hour later there was a knock at the door. Tommy rose to get it.
He extinguished his cigarette and turned the knob. As he opened it, he saw John and Arthur standing outside.
"We came as soon as you called. It sounded serious," John said.
"Aye, what's wrong?" asked Arthur, peeking around Tommy and into the house.
Before moving from the doorway, Thomas said, "There's someone I need for you to see."
His brothers each hesitantly nodded.
When he had made eye contact with them both, he allowed them space to enter. Once they were inside, Arthur closed the door behind him and Tommy slowly led the way through his house.
"Who is it?" John asked. He and Arthur watched as Tommy made his way over to the nursery. The door was closed.
Tommy tapped his knuckles to the wood three short times and waited as he heard movement inside. He had heard her in here earlier.
John and Arthur could not have been more confused.
Tommy's heart was pounding in his chest.
The doorknob turned agonizingly slowly; she was obviously in no hurry to see Tommy.
