A Man's World - Alfie Solomons one shots.

3 - Piss off, I have a knife

inspired by this dumb video. I'm so sorry, its more of y/n being a badass than dumb video i swear lol... hope you enjoy. xx

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Being Alfie's wife you were seen around the 'bakery' most days. Much to the enjoyment of the workers. Men are pigs, you were aware of this already but it was heightened by the absolute incompetence of Alfie's workforce. You weren't one to quickly resort to anger, but it took a lot to make you back down. This was one of those times.

"Just ignore it yeah?"

"Oh, you want me to ignore your workers actually shouting at me about my breasts?" You spat at Alfie, who was clearly tired. His hands rubbed through his beard as his eyes met yours

"Sweetheart, you know how much it makes me want to shoot their fucking brains out," he paused, taking his glasses carefully of the bridge of his nose, "I can't afford to beat up more workers, not with... Certain matters, constantly up my arse." You were still on a rampage and after being shouted at across the bakery for the fourth time that day you had elected to ignore his perfectly rational argument.

"I don't care about the 'Certain matters', Alfie." your tone was mocking as you pulled the chair out, sitting down in a grump.

"No?" His brows were furrowed as he stared at you, you had rarely seen him like this before. His soft features had been completely buried by the harshness of his gaze, causing you to reduce your anger for a second. You watched his hand reach under his desk, he threw a handgun on the table.

"You can do it." 

You scoffed at him, crossing your arms as you leaned further back into the chair. 

"I didn't mean kill your men, you fucking dunce" you pushed it back onto his side of the table. Causing him to drop his glasses down, closing the file before him in a strop.

"Let me clear this up for you darling. I'm not going to fucking beat my workers, yeah, because they are the main cogs in this whole thing" his hands gestured wildly in the air as he readjusted his position. "So when the cogs get rusty, they stop working as well. Right?"

"Right." You were not listening.

"So if I leave my boys bloodied, beaten and disfigured on my premises, they're going to not want to work. Hence the rust."

"You speak complete nonsense, Alf." You paused standing up from your seat. "Tell me straight that you're not going to be a decent person and do something" you hoped he would change his mind, but the little voice in the back of your head screamed otherwise, later to be proven right by Alfie's excuse.

"I would love to bu-" he was cut off by you swiftly standing up and walking out, slamming the door behind you. You heard some shouting come from the office after you, most likely a point about nearly breaking the glass.

Deciding to clear your mind, you went to find something to do. You leaned over Ollie's desk to retrieve some papers on costs, as you shuffled round miscellaneous papers on his desk you heard a cocky voice behind you.

"Corr," he scoffed " I could watch her do that all day"

You chose the wrong fucking time, mate.

You felt pure anger brewing in your throat, too harsh to swallow. He had taken the fucking biscuit. You whipped your head around, your body following shortly after as you turned on your heel. You felt concentrated rage practically pouring off you as you charged towards the man, who had not yet wiped his despicable look on his face. Your walk resembled Alfie's. "The murder walk" you called it, whenever he paced around after a bad day, his feet would fall heavily on the ground, his arms swaying outwards. Although you teased him for it, it worked a charm.

Your brows furrowed as you saw the man and his friend look up, smug smiles melt off their faces as you yanked your necklace off. The pendant was a large metal dog made from bronze, it was sat down, always found hanging from your neck. The individual hairs had been etched into the flat piece of metal, along with the facial details. Your favorite thing about it, however, was the fact that the pendant was conveniently long enough to hold a small blade inside.

You flicked the blade out with your thumb as you stormed towards the now startled men. You pushed the one who made the comment against the wall with your forearm firmly pinning him against the blackened surface as your other hand lifted the blade to his neck, resting it carefully on his throat.

"Now, you wouldn't say that to me if your dear mother was beside you... would you?" You uttered, your voice was gruff as your eyes flickered across the man's face, beads of sweat racing down his brow.

"N-no Ma'am I wouldn't" his voice broke midsentence.

"Then don't fucking say it." you pushed the blade so it nestled in closer to the man's windpipe, causing a whimper to spurt out of him.

"Do you have anything else to say?" You said, your voice raised slightly.

"N-n-no, I swear" he squealed, turning his face away from yours in fear. As you pulled back your arm he fell down slightly before regaining his balance.

You placed the blade back into the dog pendant, using the wall next to his friend so you wouldn't cut yourself, he immediately stepped to the side as you did so.

"Thank you for your time, lads." you paused, straightening your light blue blouse. "Get back to work," you said, the men still stuck in place like the concrete had wrapped around their toes.

"Now!" You bellowed, watching them scuttle in opposite directions. you fumbled with the pendant in your hand, cursing to yourself due to the need of a new chain. The old one lead broken on the ground a few paces back.  As You turned to retrieve it you saw half of the workers watching you, at the centre of them was Alfie. He was standing straighter than you've ever seen him, his mouth slightly agape. You quietly walked over to him, cupping his jaw and pushing it back up so his teeth met with a satisfactory snap. He rubbed his hands through his beard in disbelief, letting out a small agreeing grunt before recognising everyone around him.

"you fucking heard her you mangey lot, I'm not paying you to stand around, am I?" he shouted, causing a kerfuffle of people walking in different directions desperately trying to look busy.

Alfie caught up with you, his head leaned over your shoulder before whispering in your ear

"I can't fucking lie to you, y/n. That was a bloody beautiful sight" his gruff voice causing your cheeks to go hot. You tried to play it off, with an agreeing murmur, causing him to follow you into his office, his hands firmly set onto your waist.