Sin - [T.Shelby]

The Races

   Tommy stood with Grace watching over the party below, nobody suspected a thing. He kept his eyes out for Stella but he hadn't seen her yet, he was starting to get antsy. "I still prefer the Garrison." Tommy muttered, Grace smiled a bit "Do you dance?" Thomas asked "If I'm asked properly." Grace raised a brow "Lady Sarah of Connemara, will you dance with me?" Tommy asked, using the alias he had given her. She couldn't help the smile that spread across her face, a blush tinging her cheeks as she put her hand in his.

The two danced their way through the crowd, Tommy made sure to parade around in front of Mr. Kimble's table, and he knew he was watching. "Roberts. The Peaky Blinders are here." Kimber said to his accountant "I told you, Mr. Kimber. He's got some balls, that one." Kimber let his eyes roam over Grace even though his wife sat next to him "And she's got some body, that one." he puffed from his cigar. Tommy and Grace twirled around the dance floor, forgetting momentarily about the real reason they were there.

Tommy was growing more impatient, however. He glanced at his watch and then around the room. Still no sign of his hired hitman. Tommy sighed aggravated and Grace looked up at him "What is it? You keep looking around, are you expecting someone?" she asked. He spun her "Yes, and they're late." he grumbled. 

He turned them and just as he did he spotted a familiar figure at the bar holding a martini as she laughed at something an older man said. She looked over the man's shoulder and locked eyes with Tommy who only glared at her, annoyed she was late. He jerked his head towards the side door "It was absolutely lovely talking to you, but if you'll excuse me." she said politely before skirting around the edge of the room to the side door.

Tommy started to make his way back across the dance floor "Either your left leg is stronger than your right or we're making a getaway." Grace muttered to him "Neither." Tommy pulled her along as he walked "I hope this doesn't involve razor blades." Grace hissed "I've decided to move up in the world, become a legitimate businessman." Tommy checked the door "My gosh. You're serious." Grace looked him over "I don't think it's possible for Thomas Shelby to make a joke." Stella said as she met them, Thomas rounded on her and glared "You're late!" he hissed, she rolled her eyes "I have my own business to run, might I remind you."

Grace looked from Tommy to Stella. He invited her here, most likely for business purposes but Grace still felt a twinge of jealousy, especially because of the gown Stella wore. It hugged her curves and looked very expensive, and it was red. 

The side door opened to reveal Arthur, weighed down by bags of money. "We chased the Lees across the track, right the way down the Devon road. We got every penny back." he smiled as he passed Tommy the bags "Nice dress." he nodded at Grace "You can wear that to my pub." he smiled. He then looked at Stella "Hello, Arthur." she smiled, he was stunned for a moment "I would say the same to you but I think you'd look better without the dress." Stella chuckled "Your bad." Tommy gave his brother a look "Go." Arthur nodded and left.