Cruel To Be Kind - Peaky Blinders Fanfiction

Part 2 - A Story of Blood and Violence

Sorry for any mistakes, I always miss them even when I proofread. Hope you enjoy this chapter.

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Edited 18-08-19

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Arthur Shelby had a way of drawing attention to himself. I was starting to understand what Ada was talking about when she said he got himself into trouble too often for Polly's liking.

Leaning against John for a second, I regained my strength before turning to face Daniel. Before I could give the Shelby's the explanation they were looking for, I had to send Donnie home safely.

"You heard of Nellie Farm?" I asked Daniel, flicking my eyes down to Donnie quickly before looking back up to the young lad. Daniel nodded quickly, glancing to Edward beside him before giving me his attention again. "You go there and you ask for Hugo and Maddox. Tell them I sent you and you tell them Donnie's at The Garrison and he's had a knife to the gut. They'll need to bring the wagon; they'll bring you back." I told him, digging through Donnie's pocket and pulling out a few coins, tossing one to Daniel. Daniel seemed to think the coin was enough to pay as he rushed out the pub.

Bending down, I grabbed the bottle of whiskey and headed to the bar, John and Finn following behind me. Placing the bottle on the bar, I tapped down the remaining coins, sliding them towards Harry. I knew he wouldn't ask for the money, but I would give it to him.

"Ellie-" the barman started but stopped when Tommy slide two of the coins across the bar, taking them in his hand.

"Finn," he called to his brother, tossing the nine-year-old a coin before flipping the other in his hand. "You owe us now." He leaned on the bar, his eyes locking on mine as he turned the coin in his fingers. "What happened?" Tommy's look was hard to understand at first.

Glancing around the pub, I could see all the men watching and waiting for an explanation. These men were almost as bad as their wives, trying to find out all the gossip to entertain themselves.

And now I had included the famous Shelby brothers.

"Not here," I said locking eyes with Tommy daring him to disagree.

"Aye, alright, we'll head home."

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Arriving back at the Shelby house, Finn was nagging me to tell him what happened, his hand tugging on mine as he pulled me into the kitchen.

"Fucking hell!" Polly said as she caught sight of me, her eyes immediately going to the blood on my dress. Her eyes moved to the three eldest Shelby's as they walked into the kitchen after us. "What have you done?"

"Why'd yer think it was us?" John asked as he settled at the table, ordering Finn to get him a bottle of whiskey.

"You're Shelby's and danger follows you around." She did have a point. I stopped counting how many times I had to sort Finn and John's boys out for fighting in the streets.