My Next Mistake || Book One

Stolen kisses, Pretty lies

Olivia and Tommy walked back to her home in awkward silence. Olivia felt the sense of guilt rush over her body. She had only known Tommy for two days and whenever she looked at him, a blush fell over her cheeks. This didn't happen. Not to Olivia.

'Here take my jacket.' Tommy stated shrugging the jacket off his shoulders. He could see the goosebumps forming over her petite frame. Olivia paused at looked up at Tommy. His face was serious as it always had been. He held it out and she snuggled into the shoulders of the warm wool coat.

She smiled at the gestured. After all she was only wearing her dress from the night before. And even that was ripped into bits. The jacket smelled distinctly like Tommy. Cigarettes and whiskey. Olivia took a deep breath in.

Tommy looked at the young woman in front of him. Her face was bruised from last night, her hair had fallen from the perfect bun it had been placed in and her eyes looked tired. Tommy frowned. This girl who always seemed ever so confident now seemed fragile.

As they arrived to the steps of her home Olivia turned to Tommy. He threw his finished cigarette to the side and glanced at the girl.

'Thanks for walking me home. You didn't need too' Olivia spoke softly. Tommy nodded. A part of him didn't want to head back to Birmingham, where the skies were dark and filled with smoke. He didn't want to think of what state the buisness would be in after 3 days of him being away. His thoughts were disrupted by Olivia's voice.

'Have a safe journey back to Birmingham.' She noticed he wasn't fully paying attention. He looked down at her. God, this girl is going to be on his mind while he was gone, he was sure of it. Olivia began to take Tommy's jacket from her shoulders and pass it back to him. She was reluctant to remove it. He accepted it and began to put it on. As he did, Olivia walked up the stairs towards her door. He watched her every step. She placed the key in the door and as she was about to turn the key, she turned to Tommy.

'Goodbye Tommy.' And with that she entered her home and closed the door. Leaving Tommy, standing at the bottom of the stairs, with disappointment in his eyes.

As Olivia entered her house, she quickly fiddled in her bag to find the piece of paper with Alfie Solomons number on. She sighed with relief as she found it and began to dial for Sabini.

'Yes.."

'Mr Sabini. It's Liv. I have something for you' Olivia said flirtatiously over the phone line.

'Ohh do tell my darling. I hope this is something to do with the Shelby scum.'

'I assure you it is. I found a number in his coat pocket. It's Alfie Solomons.' And with that the line went silence. Olivia had obviously got what Sabini needed.

Tommy arrived back in Birmingham late that night. The journey home had been long. As he entered the home of his gambling den, he was greeted by none other the his aunt Polly. Tommy removed his jacket and flat cap and sat down, exhausted from his travels.

'You look like shit.' Polly stated. Tommy simply looked at her.

'Thanks aunt Pol. Always know the right thing it say.' Tommy replied.

'So, did you get what you needed in London?'

'Almost. I will be making a few more trips back.' And with that Tommy got up from his seat, placed his flat cap of his head and left.

Polly just simply sighed.