"Where are you taking me?" She asks has he takes her hand, but all is cut short when a maid enters the room and looks at the two.
"What is it Mary?" Thomas snaps.
"A telephone call sir," She gulps, "For the madam though."
Thomas turns to Valentina, "Looks like Capone's lookin' for his best friend." He teases, and she laughs, walking towards the maid.
"Thank you." She whispers, before sneaking past her.
Thomas, feeling more alone now than he's ever felt, moves to the garden where Polly sits.
He smokes, she smokes, the both of them allowing a silence to make its way around the room before she finally speaks. "Have you been fucking her?"
"No," He clears this throat sitting up. "I think I love 'er, Polly."
"Christ." She shakes her head, "In love with a mad woman, are you fuckin'-!" She stops herself noticing Thomas's lost eyes, as if he cannot believe his own words. But he doesn't seem to regret it either. She stills, staring into his blue eyes.
"You're being serious?" She gasps, palms flat on the table as he pulls his smoke from his lips and looks up meeting Polly's eyes.
"I think so." Thomas whispers.
She makes her way towards the awkward silence and almost pouts as she looks at nephew and aunt. The both of them look so annoyed and tired, "It's a beautiful day and you two sit here smoking." She comments rolling her eyes. "Thomas, I need talk to you." Hands on hips, looking down at him.
He raises an eyebrow, "So talk."
Valentina sighs. "My trip was more than lovely, but its coming to a close. I'm to be back in America, something happened to Alphonse." She looks at Polly who beams. "Yes, I'll be off your precious Birmingham soil, Polly,"
"Thank God." She blurts out.
"Alone?" Thomas murmurs, he tries not to sound like he cares. But damn it, he cares.
"Yes. I think, I can handle a few ship rides back alone."
He gets up to stand, he wants to tell her he loves her. That he doesn't want her to leave. He begins to walk towards her, "Stay the night." He pleads, teeth clenched.
She reaches out and touches the side of his face, "Just one night is all you need?"
Fuck. "Stay longer."
Silence again, as they drink each other up. She can feel his heated cheeks under her touch.
"Find me when you can." She voice is soft, lacing its way into his heart.
"What if he kills you?"
"Kill him for me." She winks, "No, I will kill him long before he can even touch me, Thomas." She runs her fingers over his face, "Find me."
"I will try."
"No. You're not a man who tries." She touches his chin, pulling away. "You look sad," She tilts her head, smiling. "You must love me."
"I'll find you, and when I do, I'll tell you how I feel about you."
She twists her face, "You silly Englishmen and your idea of romance. It's non-existent!" They begin to walk, because she knows if she stays any longer, she will stay longer.
Thomas raises his eyebrows, "Who is taking you to the docks?"
"The cook," She frowns. "They packed up my things already, its in a car."
His eyes lower, jaw hardens. He feels like a child, but he needs to admit that he does not want her to go at all.
"Write me then," She gives his hand a squeeze. "I'll send a postcard in the mail, write me to the address. It'll make me feel happy, like I'm still close to you."
They walk, listening to their beating hearts and endless thoughts of how much they'll miss each other. It's been a few weeks, and she's hooked on him, just as much as he's hooked on her. But the time has come for the two top depart.
"I'll be writing you then," He says once they're at the foot of the garden, a car awaits her.
"Good." She blushes, looking up at him. "I'll miss you, Thomas Shelby."
Her words do something to him. But he'll never tell her that, so instead, the get one good look of each other before she smiles and steps backwards. But his heart burns for her, and she wants everything in this world to be occupied by him.
But the moment gets shut down when she leans in and leave a quick peck on his lips. Thomas leans in slightly, his eyes shutting. He can already feel his cock getting hard like a little schoolboy. It's only makes Valentina smirk in demise, but she pulls away despite the aching in her body and walks away.
Thomas watches her until she gets in the car and she is driven off into the street. And like a chapter that has come to an abrupt stop in his life, he sighs loudly and can feel himself missing her already.
Valentina Changretta, psycho, most beautiful woman on this earth, funny, psycho and an all around good person.
He chuckles to himself and hopes more than anything that she decides to write him.
