I hear the sound of Thomas Shelby in my house, and although I am miserable in the mornings, there isn't anyone I want to see more.
"Where is she?!" He asks, his voice bellowing throughout my home, which is something that I do not appreciate.
I sit at the edge of my bed with my book in my lap, I'm reading The Selected Poetry by Rainer Maria Rilke. My body is not yet covered, seeing as last night I slept naked. So I reach for my robe and wrap it around myself, despite how amazing it would be to see Thomas's face of me naked. I sit down on my bed, bringing the book up to my face.
He sounds to be upset, which makes perfect sense. Leo made sure to throw all of the dead bodies on his lawn, I sit there and wonder if we'll ever get to see each other naked. Our bodies molding together, my thoughts drift into a different place. A place that makes me grin, I want to fuck Thomas Shelby.
This is all quite ironic considering I was reading a poem called Archaic Torso of Apollo, and all I could think of was him.
My door shakes open before he allows himself inside. He looks around before his eyes land on mine, "We need to fucking talk."
My door is slammed shut, which makes me roll my eyes. "Was that necessary?"
"You killed all of them." He points a finger at me, before pressing it against his head as if to insinuate I'm crazy. "You murdered your maids are you fuckin' mad?!"
I narrow my eyes at him, watching as he makes his way towards me. "I felt I had no choice, Mr. Shelby. After all, they were telling you things about my life that you didn't need to know."
"People want you dead! You didn't just kill your maids, you killed mothers, daughters, wives!"
Leaning in, I tell him what he needs to know. "I killed traitors, and I hope they died slowly, painfully even." I inhale a breath of smoke, feeling it linger in my lungs.
He goes silent, running a hand through his small patch of hair before tugging on the ends. "There is bounty out there for your head."
I raise an eyebrow, "Good to know, Mr. Shelby."
"You think you're smart, but the people here are dangerous."
"I've had at least a hundred dances with death," I move myself to stand, walking towards the man who is dressed in riches. A part of me really wonders if he sleeps in those clothes. "So please, don't try to scare me." I twist the doorknob and step outside, feeling his eyes linger.
"Where are you going?"
"To get breakfast!" I call back, "I'm hungry."
As I desend down the stairs do I frown not smelling the usual English meal I request. Fresh scones, peach jam and scalding hot espresso.
I walk by the dining room to see that it's empty. My usually arrangement no longer there.
"Leo," I say, catching him from leaving the house. He's got a cigarette between his lips. "Where my breakfast?" I ask in Italian.
He only knows the language.
"The cook quit," He tells me, shifting awkwardly. "Everyone got a bit scared, Valentina."
"Hm." I pout. "Well then," Fuck. "When will the women from Italy come in? I need maids, I need cooks."
"Soon, Valentina. In a matter of days. Alphonse ordered at least ten of the best for you."
"Good." I wrap an arm around myself before exhaling. God, I scared the damn cook? He was good too. Shit. Shit. Shit.
He nods behind me, and I turn to see Thomas walking down the steps. "Does he know you're going to the charity event in London?"
