You wiped your nose and saw blood on your hand. "Fuck." You muttered. You drew your arm back and punched the guy square in the nose. You heard a crack and he fell to the ground clutching his nose. "Serves you right. Whistle at me or any other lady here and I'll make sure you never breathe right again." You picked up your cap, set it back on your head, brushed your pant legs, and spat on the man. "By order of the Peaky fucking Blinders." You state before turning and walking back to the flat. You knew Tommy was gonna kill you for being late to the family meeting and Polly was gonna kill you for fighting again, but you didn't care. You walked in and quickly walked to the kitchen; everyone turned to look at you. "Sorry I'm late." You state before taking your place in the corner. "What happened to you?" Your older brother, Arthur, asked. "Got whistled at." Arthur and John broke out into chuckles, Tommy tried his best to fight back a smile, Michael gave you a pat on the back, Finn gave you a smile, and Polly smacked you upside the head. "Ow! What the bloody hell was that for?" She grabbed a cloth and handed it to you. "That was for fighting. You're bleeding." You placed the cloth to your nose and saw it was still bleeding. You pinched your nose and gave Polly a look. "Why'd you call us here, Tommy?" Tommy took a drag of his cigarette and looked around the room. "Epsom." Polly shook her head. "Whatever it is, no." You looked between her and Tommy. "You don't have to be part of it, Pol. But I still want you to know what's going to happen." You moved the cloth and felt that your nose had stopped bleeding. "Isn't Sabini going to have his men everywhere?" Finn asked. "Yes. And that is where you come in. We need to take the track licenses from them and you are going to do just that." "There's going to be bloody coppers everywhere." John mumbled. "I'll create a diversion; you just need to focus on getting those licenses." Tommy put his cigarette out. "What kind of distraction?" You asked. You noticed John look up at Tommy briefly before looking away. "You don't have to worry about that, baby sister." You frowned. "And why not?" "Because you'll be with John and Arthur getting those licenses." You took your cap off and placed it on the table beside you. "Great." You huffed. "Any other questions?" Nobody said anything. "Great." And with that, Tommy walked out of the room. You walked over to John. "You know something." He gave you a look. "What are you talking about." "I saw the look you gave Tommy when I asked about the diversion." He scoffed. "Piss off, (Y/N)." "Don't play dumb, John Boy. You're a terrible liar." He sighed and put his cap on. "(Y/N), I don't know anything. And even if i did, I wouldn't tell you." He ruffled your hair and walked off. You frowned and grabbed your cap off the counter. "You've got dried blood on your face and knuckles." Polly states from the corner and you sit at the table. She grabs a bowl of water, a rag, and a bottle of whiskey before taking a seat beside you. You took the top off and take a swig, only to be met with a glare. "Sorry, Aunt Pol." You say and put it back down. "Look at me." You do as she says and she begins cleaning your face. "I promise the other guy looks worse." You say and Polly gives a slight chuckle. "I have no doubt." She moves on to your knuckles and you stare at the table. "Do you see me as a child?" You ask softly. Polly is quiet for a moment. "Sometimes. You act so much older and tougher than you truly are." "I'm 17. So why does Tommy still treat me as a child?" Polly moves on to the next hand and you pour a drink. "If he thinks of you as a child, then he doesn't have to face the fact that you're a strong woman who has the ability to make her own decisions." You sighed. "Are you going to Epsom?" Polly hesitates for a second before going back to cleaning your hand. "Possibly. But I'll not have any part of getting those licenses." You shrug. "Fair enough." She finished and cleaned everything up. You stood and stretched before putting your cap on. "Where are you off to now?" You smirk. "The Garrison. I'm sure Arthur and John are a few drinks in. Hell, Finn might even have a drink or two in him already." You kiss her cheek and dash out the door. "Love you, Aunt Pol!" You yell back before rushing to The Garrison with a grin on your face.
