My Next Mistake || Book One

Gangsters Paradise

Olivia threw on her dress trying to find her stockings. Fuck. She threw the clothes that were scattered everywhere to new places. Ah! Found them! As she pulled her stockings up her slender legs she looked at the sleeping man in the bed. Capone. What was Tommy going to say? Olivia tried to put her hair in a reasonable state. She quietly opened the door to the bedroom, trying her hardest not the wake the sleeping ganster.

She left the house on her tiptoes like a mouse. Eventually, she made her way to the front door. She slowly closed in behind her and made her way through the familiar dim streets of London.

Olivia arrived at the hotel that her and Tommy were staying at. She shamefully walked in through the reception area in last night's clothes. Would she knock on Tommy's door? She approached the hallway and sighed. Olivia felt sick to the stomach at what she did last night. His touch was nothing close to Tommy's. John's placed sloppy kisses all over her neck and it made her feel uneasy. The only thought that got her through the night was being able to run into Tommy's arms and feel safe again. She loved him.

Olivia approached Tommy's hotel door, Her hand hovering over the door debating whether to knock. She paused. She couldn't knock, she felt to ashamed. Olivia walked back to her room, head hanging low, desperate for some sleep.

John Capone awoke that morning, His hand searching the bed for the beautiful blonde he had spent the night with but he felt nothing. He sat up in the bed to see she had already gone. John cursed to himself. He got ready for the day and hoped to bump into the young woman again.

As he made his way downstairs of his London home, two of his men were sat in the kitchen speaking in hushed tones. Capone raised an eyebrow.

'Keeping secrets lads?' Capone spoke up. The two men, who had been working for Capone for as long as he could remember, turned to their boss, worry on their faces.

'Erm, boss. There's something you might need to know,' One of them stuttered.

'Well, out with it lad!' Capone ordered, growing increasingly irritated.

'We think....we think that girl you were with last night, Miss Rey, we think she is a Peaky Blinder,' The man spoke quickly, fear of what Capone would say. Capone laughed, loudly. That girl can't be a blinder?

'Prove your point lad,' Capone said, if he wanted to hear a joke he might as well hear the rest of it. The two men were not laughing.

'Seriously boss. When you were walking home with her last night, I saw this young lad following you both. Didn't look like much at first, but then I saw the razors in his cap. Only the blinders have them, boss. I spoke to a few of the other lads today and according to them, that girl used to be Sabini's. Used to work in the club he owned...before he was killed by the Shelbys,' The man finished. Capone shook his head. That girl cannot be a Blinder?

'I think you have the wrong girl lad,' Capone informed. But the two men in front of his didn't shake the worried looks from their faces. This concerned Capone.

'Boss? You didn't tell her anything? Anything that could give our game away?'  The other man spoke up. Capone thought back over the night. Then it hit him. The blonde had been asking lots of questions, business questions as well. Capone slammed his hand against the table. The two men jumped in response.

'Find that fucking girl. Bring her to me. We will see if she is a Peaky Blinder Then,' Capone raged. His two men quickly got to their feet to start their search. Capone cursed to himself. How could he be so fucking stupid?

Olivia had managed to catch some sleep. She was in her hotel debating whether to speak to Tommy or not. She was frustrated he had put her in such a position, but on the other hand she agreed to it. Because she cared, Because she loved him. Bloody gangsters. Wluld see ever admit to him how she felt given everything that had happened?

A knock sounded at her door. Was it Tommy? She wrapped her dressing gown around her slender frame and opened the door. Two large men stood at the doorway. Olivia opened the door fully.

'Sorry can I help....' Suddenly the two men pulled out guns and pointed them at Olivia's head. Shaking, Olivia backed into the hotel room begging for her life.

'Please. Don't hurt me. Take anything you want.' She cried. The two men, emotionless, continued to point the guns.

'Shut up! We don't want your money,' One of them spat. All of a sudden, Olivia's world turned black.

Tommy had not slept most of the night. His mind was on Olivia. Was she okay? He had put her in the position. He decided to get out of bed, get ready and check if Olivia had made it back safely. He placed his gun in his holster as a precaution. He needed to see Olivia. She had done her job, He wasn't going to push her to anymore.

Tommy opened his door onto the hallway and walked down to Olivia's room. As he approached, something didn't seem right. Her door was slightly ajar. Tommy rushed over and threw open the door. Olivia was no where to be seen.

'Olivia?' He checked the bedroom, the bathroom. No Olivia. Fuck. Why was her door unlocked and open? Something didn't seem right. Tommy threw his head in his hands. Where the fuck was Olivia?

'Tommy!' John's voice shouted down the hotel corridor. Tommy ran out to see his younger brother sprinting down the corridor. Out of breath and exhausted he grabbed hold of Tommy.

'They have her mate! They have her!'