She sits with her head lowered, words filling the blank paper as she writes a letter to Alphonse.
It describes in detail her plans of not harming any of the Shelby's. A vow to keep each one of them alive. That things were moving swiftly, despite Linda Shelby's funeral only being a day ago.
As a matter of fact, only yesterday did Polly approach her and tell her that she's forgiven Valentina for killing Linda.
If Arthur killed my husband, I'd want his wife dead too. It's only fair. She stated, instantly putting a smile to Valentina's face.
But Polly was the only one who really understood, which said enough about the men of Peaky Blinders. They simply do not respect women as much as they highly regard themselves. After all, it was Thomas Shelby who went on a rampage after his beloved Grace took a bullet meant for him. So why is it bad that Valentina killed Linda?
This makes a chuckle come out of Valentina's mouth. Men who lack common empathy are tricksters who don't have any balls.
When she decides to avenge her husband by killing Linda, she's described a monster by the people of Small Heath.
She was told the funeral for Linda was beautiful. Apparently it was filled with laughs and cries, although Valentina heard through the grapevine that she was only just beginning to be liked by the other Shelby's. Apparently Linda Shelby was quite the holy woman.
Linda had a stern grip on Arthur Shelby's devilish ways and locked that dark part of him for good. But now that she's dead, Valentina wonders, does that mean that the sick and twisted, ear-biting Arthur Shelby will make a return?
A huge part of her hopes the answer is yes. Valentina gets moist at the thought of a viscous, savage man. A knock appears at the door, allowing her to stop before looking up to meet his eyes.
She relaxes, her eyes setting on the irritated man who stares at her with these dark and sickening eyes.
"Arthur," She exhales, pushing her chair back to stand up. Valentina makes her way around her table before mentioning the door. "Come in, shut the door."
He struggles to stay in place, let alone look into her eyes for more than a second before shaking head. He obeys, like a good dog, and shuts her door.
"I didn't think you would come to see me so early," She begins with a small smirk, one that she tells herself is very rude. He's a grieving man.
"I-" He tells her in a panic. "I mean, Tommy said he-" His throat catches, he balls his hands up into fists. "He wants to see you in the factory where they make his gin. In his brewery."
She nods slowly, drinking this state of Arthur up. Damaged and pathetic, but he once loved a woman who apparently was in the midst of changing him. A wave of guilt hits Valentina's heart. He looks, lost.
No, fuck that, her subconscious snaps.
Valentina sits on top of her desk, "I am busy at the moment, Arthur." She replies, mentioning the papers on her desk, her long nails fan over the material overtop. "Tell Thomas I'll meet him when I have the time."
He paces around, not answering me before opening me door and leaving the room. The door does not slam shut, but she can hear him make chaos throughout the house.
Valentina's shoulders relax once he's gone, allowing her to run a hand through her hair trying to calm herself down. But she doesn't feel a thing. She remembers when she did, recalling Luca in the last moments they shared.
His arms wrapped around her as he told her, as he promised her, that he'd be back before she knew it. He kissed her nose and hugged her tightly. But when he promised, she assumed he meant he'd come back alive. Not cold and dead, with a gunshot right between his eyebrows.
