Dorothy » Alfie Solomons

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"You left your guns in the car, right?" Tommy asked as John, Arthur and Dorothy nodded

Tommy waited for John and Arthur to get a head before he grabbed Dorothy's arm. "Everything alright Tom." Dorothy spoking smiling kindly at her brother. "I don't want you to go in there." Tommy stated keeping his hold on Dorothy's arm. " Thomas, I promised you that I would follow you into every fight and to have your back ever since you came back from France. I'm not backing down now." Dorothy exclaimed. "Okay." Tommy replied pulling Dorothy towards his body and giving Dorothy a quick squeeze.

The group presented themselves at the door and doormen begin to frisk them as they could hear thud thud and pulse of the music from inside.

"Where you boys from?" The doorman asked innocently. "From out of town." Dorothy and Tommy replied. "Say again?" The doorman asked again listening carefully to their accents. Smiling Tommy offered a rolled up pound note to The doorman. "We've come from out of town. We heard this is the place to get 'Tokyo' and pick up women." Tommy answered making no attempt to hide his accent...

"What the fuck is 'Tokyo'?" John asked looking at Dorothy as they walked past the doorman. " Fuck knows." Dorothy replied shrugging.

"What the bloody hell is that row?" Arthur asked as Tommy and Dorothy headed for an empty table. "It's what they call music these days." Tommy replied. "They recognise us Thomas." Dorothy replied as she sat down next to Tommy as he gestured to a waiter and called out loudly.

"Irish whisky. Bottle." Tommy ordered as they
started to get evil looks from many sources around the room, all of them hard men. "Are you sure you want to be hear." Tommy asked whispering in Dorothy's ear as he kept his eyes on the room.

The bottle of Irish whiskey arrives as the waiter hits the table with it loudly as John and Arthur look around as Tommy poured the whiskey into the glasses.

"Fuck, half the Titanic are in here." John stated. "Rich Fuckers." Dorothy commented sipping at the whiskey. "That's Darby Sabini's cousins." Arthur stated pointing at the dark haired Italian gangsta. "Jesus Tommy, everybody in here is somebody..." John exclaimed looking around at the room amazed. "Just the lieutenants. Not the officers...." Tommy commented calmly.

"Gentlemen, there has been a mistake. I am afraid you will have to leave." A man stated as he stood in front of the table. "We just bought a fucking bottle..." John shouted arguing back.
"Some of the men here say they recognise you. From the racetracks in the north." The man stated. "So?" Dorothy questioned glaring at the man.

Tommy swallowed his drink in one. "They say you have no business coming south of the line without prior agreement..." Mario explained. "And what line would that be?" Dorothy asked glaring daggers at the man. An awkward silence surrounded Mario and the occupants of the table.

"They say this is provocation." Mario stated looking around in fear. "Tell them we're on holiday." Tommy stated as Mario hesitated and then came closer to Tommy's ear. "They say you are breaking the rules." Mario replied as Tommy and Arthur locked eyes, knowing it is all about to kick off. "Be careful and aware of your surroundings." Tommy instructed and Dorothy nodded fiddling with the knuckle duster she managed to hide.

"They say you are the Peaky Blinders." Mario stated as a full red wine bottle comes spinning toward Tommy's head. As Tommy ducked out off the way Dorothy pushed her chair back harshly and punched the man square in the jaw with her knuckle duster.

Arthur is on his feet and Tommy and John join him. Dorothy stood besides them as the blood dripped from her hand onto the floor.

Hard men come for Tommy and Arthur with bottles and glasses, but Arthur turns almost animalistic as he accesses an incredible strength. Tommy, Dorothy and John hold their own but Arthur puts on a display of snarling fighting fury which clears a space and scatters the jazz band.

"Stop! Step back." Mario ordered as Dorothy, Tommy, John and Arthur are in a clear space beside the dance floor. The mob of hard men are staring murder at them. There is blood everywhere as and men have been cut and lay on the floor.

Mario points his gun at Tommy, without thinking Dorothy stands in front of Tommy protectively. "Get out." Mario shouted as Tommy snatched the bottle he bought and swigs from it. As he John, Dorothy and Arthur walk towards the door as people make way.

"We came down here not to make enemies but to make new friends. He looks around the room." Tommy shouted. "Those of you who are last will soon be first. Those who are downtrodden will rise up. " Tommy continued as he exited the room.

"You know where to find us." Dorothy explained looking around the room and