Fire and Ice (Thomas Shelby Fanfic)

Kings and Races

Third POV:
Dusk was announcing its arrival like an old friend, it's shadows engulfed the town of Small Health in a tight embrace.

    It's cold starry eyes watched as the people bustled about the darkened streets in a hurry to return home. But amongst all of the retreating figures stood a determined red head whose destination was the Garrison pub. Her chin raised high and her hair swept into a braided bun atop her head. She didn't wear a blinder cap because her face was all the authority she needed. Her intelligent mind her crown, her sharp mouth her sword and her 'girls' her shield.

She marched down the dusty road with meaning, her shoulders were pulled back and her gold dress swished around her ankles; feet clad in equally gold heels. Dusk could barely see her due to the pace she was moving at and the black over coat she was wearing. But nevertheless, as day turned into night man and woman joined forces for a, hopefully, successful evening.

    "Good evening Mr.Shelby."

Jack said, acknowledging the man next to her in the drivers seat of his black automobile.

"Ms.West,"

he nodded in reply before turning the key in the ignition and driving down the nearly desolate road.

"You're nearly five minutes early."

The lady merely shrugged her shoulders, too busy attempting to apply red lipstick whilst looking in the side mirror.

"Punctuality is one of the many keys to success."

Jack smacked her rust red lips before smirking at her accomplice as she shoved the cosmetic tube into her coat pocket. The car rocketed down the old country road, causing the pair to bounce in their seats due to all of the worn-in potholes.

"So, what's the plan?"

Thomas ignored her statement and tightened his grip on the steering wheel.

"Your dress isn't red."

He stated, not taking his eyes off of the road.
Jack rolled her brown orbs but a smirk rested on her plump red lips.

"I figured since our Billy Kimber bloke loves my disobedience towards you I would just add some fuel to his fire by doing whatever the fuck I want."

Jack took a match from her coat pocket and struck it on the dash before lighting a cigarette.

"Well, the next time you think about disobeying me think again, because Billy Kimber tends to enjoy seeing a pretty girl in a tight red dress."

Before Jack could defend herself the car lurched sideways and whatever words she was about to say tumbled together and emitted as an irritated growl. Her cigarette fell from her hand and out of the automobile, resulting in a victorious smirk from the driver and a surprised curse from the smoker.

"Shit!"

She exclaimed, her hands gripped the door of the car as she leaned out of the window to glance back sadly at her fallen smoke-stick.

    "Watch your language love,"

Thomas replied. Jack crossed her arms over her chest and pouted, the gold fabric of her dress barely visible underneath her half buttoned coat. Jack clenched her jaw and glanced out the car window, the tall grass growing in the ditch danced as they sped past it.

"So, what's the plan?" 

Thomas glanced at the redhead as she leaned her head on her hand, not looking back at him.

"We go in,  his secretary and I discuss some business while you occupy the king. If we win the race then our deal will be set but you will have to go home with him."