Thomas Shelby Imagines

On the run

You didn't know her by name. The woman that would glide into the house at all hours of the day, whisking Tommy away into his office. They would spend hours in there. You'd interrupted to tell him someone was on the phone which seemed to make him so furious you hadn't dared interrupt him again.

She would flirt and smile, leaning in to whisper to Tommy as they passed you and flash you a look. She hadn't shown her face for a while after you muttered a comment that had Tommy acting a little guilty.

The next time you saw her she waltzed in behind John, hugging Tommy and kissing his cheek as he led the way to the office. He glanced at you as he passed but rushed after her even after seeing the look on your face as you refused to meet his eyes.

You couldn't help but glance at the room when you walked by. Tommy and the woman exchanged an intimate look while John stood awkwardly between them. That heavily implied look was the final straw. You rushed up to your room and began packing.

There was enough time to sneak a few bags into the car before Tommy had finished him 'meeting' and before he even bothered to look for you again you'd hidden the rest of your bags in the hall.

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"(Y/N), why aren't you coming to bed?" Tommy sighed as he watched you dawdle around the vanity mirror you'd sat yourself at.

"I'm not tired yet, why don't you just go to sleep?" You said a little rougher than you meant to. He sighed and for a moment you thought he knew your whole plan.

"Perhaps I don't feel tired either." He muttered and took a drag from his cigarette as he watched your face in the mirror.

You sighed and finally decided he wouldn't sleep unless you'd settled into the bed so you hurriedly pretended to fall asleep. He grumbled something when he tried to stroke your cheek but you rolled away.

You waited with bated breath to see how long it would be before you could escape. As soon as you felt him relax you listened, carefully, as you quietly snuck out of the room. You grabbed your coat, which you'd left at the top of the stairs and shrugged it on as you hurried to reach your bags.

"(Y/N)?" You heard Tommy call from the top of the stairs as you grabbed your bags.

"I'm leaving." You snapped.

"No." His answer made you freeze for a moment and anger bubbled up inside you.

"No? That's all you have to say?!" You almost shrieked as he slowly walked down the stairs as if approaching a wild animal.

"What else do I need to say?" He asked. You didn't answer him but started to rattle the lock and undo the safety locks on the door.

"How about I'm sorry of cheating on you with some sleaze! Or... Well anything other than NO!" You shouted and rushed to the car, climbing in and starting it as he tried to grab you and pull you back into the house.

"(Y?N)!" He shouted after you but the car pulled off the drive and out of sight as you hurried away in tears.