Barefeet, scars, sweat, tears, and blood. That was all she knew until she finally, finally got away.
Thomas Shelby x OC
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Life for Gemma was going well, she had a job, her son was with Isaiah...somewhat being safe and her father had his own thing. She felt somewhat welcomed by the people, you still get a few looks from people here and there, but other than that. It was..nice.
Today was no different from the others, she got dressed and headed to work. Eight people sat around the place drinking, a woman reading the paper. This was considered empty, plus it was 12.
Gemma was behind the bar holding a book in her hand, reading the fine black print on the ivory paper. Calm before the storm was the vibe, because soon, Thomas and Arthur came in like they own-...nevermind.
Brown eyes glanced up at the two men by the door as they spoke lowly and looked around. They head towards the middle of the pub looking around still. Gemma furrowed her eyebrows at the two before turning back to her book.
"We need a legitimate business to pass the money from the shop" she could obviously heard that low octave voice of the middle Shelby. "I wouldn't know what to do" Arthur looked at his brother unsure. "You spent two-third of your life in pubs. Just pour it instead of drinking it" Thomas gave him brother a 'duh' look.
Gemma pretended to read her book again as her boss came into the bar area. "Ah! Sorry, gentlemen, I didn't hear you come in" Harry exclaimed while wiping his hand with a wash cloth.
He nudged the curly haired women "why didn't you pour them a drink?" he asked with a slight panic, she shrugged as Thomas looked over at her. "They seemed to be in a deep conversation...plus, I was getting to the good part" she held up her book.
Harry scoffed and turned to the guys "what can I get you?" he asked the two men. Thomas turned his whole body towards the man, a face meaning business. Harry stood back a little as Gemma eyed the two men, with a raised brow. Men.
Next Few Days-
"Mum" Gemma eyebrows furrowed as the pub door opened, Jeremy strutted over to the bar. A smug smile on his face, he was dressed like...a Shelby, without the cap. "Look at what Isaiah got me" he grinned and spun around.
Gemma chuckled and leaned on the counter "you look handsome, Jeremy. What have you been up to anyway?" she questioned her son, he's been running around with Isaiah so much, she only see him when he comes in and out the door.
He shrugged and sat down "just hanging around, not getting into trouble" he snorted. She rolled her eyes and ruffled his soft curls which resembled hers.
