"You will never know, what we could have been if you would have shown... if you would have shown me, way back then," -Ariana Grande-Butera
"Miss Capone?" The familiar Brummie voice called as Giorgia walked down the cobbled street in her seven-inch heels.
"Yes?" Was all she replied, turning round to face the man walking towards her. Tommy. She knew she'd said too much in the week before at the Garrison.
"You want to help us?"
"Yes. I'm not here to hurt you, believe it or not. I'm here to clear these bastards out of your city."
"It's not just that though, is it?"
"How do you mean?" He was getting close.
"You wouldn't travel from America just for my family. Why are you really here?" He asked, Giorgia's eyes diverting somewhere else, not wanting to look into the icy blue ones which pierced right through her.
"Not here." Was all she said and walked in a different direction. She didn't know the city very well and Tommy had no idea where she was going, but he followed her.
There was something interesting about this girl. Something he couldn't quite put his finger on, but he wanted to find out and he would do all in his power to do so. She was quirky, to say the least, and she had a strong head on her shoulders. Women in Small Heath were known to be shy but full of typical Birmingham charisma. If he was honest with himself, he had become bored of the same faces day in and day out. Giorgia brought some excitement to the table, and he'd only known her a week.
The two walked for a short distance until they reached the river. "Looks like home." She breathed, taking in the surroundings of endless grass and fields, the river running beneath her feet. Leaning against the wooden bridge, Giorgia couldn't help but feel at home. The fresh air filled her lungs, the light sheet of rain came down from the clouds above and hit her face. It wasn't Chicago, but it was never home for her anyway. "You know I used to hate this place." She spoke, Tommy taking out a cigarette and offering her one as they looked down to the river below.
"You've been to Birmingham before?"
"I used to live here. Down in Coleshill."
"You're a posh girl." He remarked, inhaling the smoke.
"Suppose I am." She replied, looking at him briefly. "I lived with my husband down here, years ago now. Then I moved back to Chicago, haven't been back since."
"A husband who lets his wife wander the streets of Birmingham alone in a time like this."
"My husband's dead." She commented, Tommy's body shifting in the corner of her eye. "I don't want any pity either. He was killed in the war, three months before it ended. I waited for four years for the bastard to come home." She laughed, trying not to cry. "I found out he was having an affair anyway. If the war hadn't of killed him then I would have."
"What regiment was he in?"
"He was Sargeant Major, a tunneler. He was with the Balsall Heath boys. The only fucker that died in the tunnels out of their men. Apparently, he was planting explosives and it went off before he got out. Blew himself up."
Tommy's chest tightened at the words. He knew who she was talking about. Tommy too was a tunneller in the war, a Sargeant Major in the Small Heath Rifles. The men, alongside the Balsall Heath men, worked together. There was only one other man who was a Sargeant Major. "James Russo." Tommy breathed, looking at Giorgia. Her body turned to face him, a tear leaving her eye as she looked at him in disbelief.
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i found you .. and you found me // Thomas Shelby
Fanfiction"Me and you, we're not all that different," he says while his icy blue orbs reflect in her dark eyes. She looks away, sipping her drink while contemplating what came next. "I think we both died at some point and now, we're living in borrowed time,"...
