Cruel To Be Kind - Peaky Blinders Fanfiction

Part 4 - The Eyes Never Lie

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I'm currently editing this piece of work - when I mean editing, I mean I'll be adapting the story and plot, and I will be checking for grammar and spelling mistakes, but I may miss some as my main focus is on shaping the story so it flows well before I continue adding more chapters. I am sorry if it takes a while, but I do hope you'll all be patient with me.

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Edited 18-08-19

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"Are we being followed?" I was sure I'd seen the van following behind Tommy's car, the same murky brown van at every turn.

"Aye, it's my uncle," Tommy said, turning down a country lane that led to Graves' place. I'd been here once before when I was fourteen and my Grandpappy was rescuing one of our stolen horses from Graves. "He works at the docks. We use his van to bring the horses."

"We could have gotten a trailer from the farm." I knew Tommy wouldn't really care, he knew what he was doing. He'd done it before and he'd sure as hell do it again. "Why have you got one of your boys following me?" I asked, remembering Kyle as he followed me around this morning.

"How old are ya?" Tommy puffed out smoke from his cigarette, ignoring my question. Since meeting Tommy last night all I've seen him do is scowl and smoke.

"Eighteen, nineteen in two weeks," I answered, fiddling with the sling as Paddy shifted against me. I could tell that he'd be waking up soon. He was doing the usual wiggle dance that he did before he woke. "How old are you Tommy?" I wanted to know more about this man. Something was drawing me to him and I needed to understand him, to know everything I could about him.

"Twenty-Eight." He kept his eyes on the road as he replied.

I rolled my eyes as his reply, moving Paddy out of the sling as he let out a whine. It was so hard to get a conversation started with Tommy, he liked to ask the questions, but he didn't like answering them.

"We're having a joint birthday party at the farm seeing as Finn and I share the day. Polly said it's all he's been talking about." We thought it would be good for him to have a big celebration seeing as it was the first birthday he had with the family since before the war.

"Aye, Finn told me about the party," Tommy stated bringing the car to a stop on the outskirts of Graves' property. The farm and house loomed a distance before us but Tommy didn't start the car towards the house. He angling his body towards me as he took in my dress and my hair and the baby in my arms. "I need you to play along with what I say. If I say yer my sister, you play my sister. If I say yer a whore, you play a whore."