Alfie Solomons Imagines

Leave

Alfie scowled at the man who'd brought him the message. No one could find you so Alfie had no choice but to reluctantly yield and take his word.

"You get what you want and I get her back?" Alfie snapped. He watched your son struggle against the man who was holding him back from the comforting man.

"She comes on our turf again, you won't." He said before motioning for your son to rush into the room and grip onto Alfie.

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Alfie paced the hall as you put your son to bed. As soon as you'd been given back to Alfie he'd began ranting.

The argument lasted through the afternoon and was put on hold later that evening to settle your boy to sleep.
"I do not see that we can't go to the park?" You said calmly as you stepped out of the room and shut the door.

"You know why. I can't keep making deals and getting you out of trouble. You need to listen to me." He burst out hurriedly as he followed you to your room.

"I'm tired of being told where I can and can't go, of our son needing to check who each of his friends are just in case. Neither of us want to worry about this anymore." You ranted.

For a moment Alfie's face softened and he sighed, running his hand through his beard before scoffing.

"Well if that's how you feel. Maybe you should leave." He barked out before storming out of the house and heading to the office with several slammed doors punctuating his words.