Thomas Shelby Imagines

Hired To Kill

Kill Thomas Shelby, didn't seem like such a hard job when you accepted it. But the man was always one step ahead and you knew you'd have to do something drastic to get the job done. Strolling through the offices you sighted all the exits, which workers would cause you trouble and which Shelby family members were in the building.

When you quietly entered his office you hadn't expected him to be there, thinking you'd have time to prepare, you became flustered and had to take a second to steel your nerve. He turned to look at you, eyes falling on the gun in your hand, both knowing you were equally good at your games.

He could talk you out of it of her tried, but you'd probably find a way around what he was saying, like a verbal dance where one would end up dead if they miss stepped.

"I've been wondering' when you'd come and find me." Tommy muttered.

"Heard weeks ago that they'd hired you."

"You're a hard man to pin down." You muttered.

"Not when I want to be pinned down." He said back with a blank face and you weren't sure if he was joking or not. "When I heard you were coming for me I looked into you."

"You won't find nothing." You said quickly.

"Not from the men who hire you no, but factory women know everything that goes on around here." He smiled and your eyes widened almost giving away your nervous disposition.

"Don't see what they'd know about me." You waited for him to answer, holding of simply shooting him in case he really did know something and you needed to sort it out.

"You were born on the outskirts of Brum, your mother died when you were young, two brothers who never made it back from the war and your father... died from his wounds shortly after returning." He watched as you swallowed and shifted from one foot to the other. "You joined Billy Kimber a few months later and he discovered your uncanny knack of men he wanted dead without leaving any suspicions, shot and killed like a man but all night he's been seen with a woman, no copper would think anything off it."

"You don't even know if it's true." You sighed and turned to leave deciding to find another time to deal with him.

"(Y/N) I'll give you three choices." Tommy said suddenly, making you stop at the use of your name that you'd not told anyone for years.

"Oh and what would they be?" You sighed and turned around.

"Work for me and you can return to your home without a word to anyone as to how we had this discussion, kill me and attempt to escape Birmingham without my brothers hunt you down..." He stopped and placed his own gun on the table letting you know what the third option was.

"Why would I work for you?" You snapped.

"Because despite being good at your job you want to return home, I've had men looking into your accounts, six deposits on six different flats." He smirked knowing he'd got you. "I'll give you a few days to think about your decision."