You hid in the shadows and watched as the two men in front of you set up their sniper rifle. Your boss, Aberama Gold, was hired by none other than Thomas Shelby of the Peaky Blinders; seeing as you were Aberama's second best shot-of course Aberama being the best- he chose you to tag along. Bloody idiots you thought to yourself as they finished setting up. You glanced at Aberama and he nodded; you emerged from the shadows and quietly approached the two. As they aimed, you pulled your gun out and aimed it at the back of the sniper's head while Aberama aimed it at the other. You couldn't help the smirk that grew on your face as you cocked your gun and saw the Italien freeze up. He slowly turned around to face you. "Hello, boys." You said before pulling the trigger. The Italiens crumpled to the ground and you heard distant screaming. You bunched up your pants a bit before squatting down. "That was too easy, Aberama."
You said sounding slightly disappointed. He chuckled a bit. "If what we discussed with Tommy Shelby is true, there will be plenty of other chances for fun, (Y/N)." You stood up and holstered your gun. "Let's go." He said before picking up the Italien he killed. You sighed and did the same with yours and carried him down before throwing him over your saddle. You made your way to the open field where a small crowd was waiting. You smirked as you saw Tommy Shelby standing at the front, emotionless as usual. When the two of you stopped in front of the crowd, you scanned over their faces. "£500 each, £1,000 for the brace. Where do you want them?" Aberama asked and you shivered as Tommy's deep voice spoke. He looked over at you and you smiled. "Nice to see you again, Tommy. Miss me?" His expression remained the same but you saw the sparkle in his eye. "Hello, (Y/N)." You looked around again. "I'm sorry to hear about your brother." He nodded his head and you looked at the older woman that was glaring at you. "(Y/N), let's go." You smirked and moved your horse forward.
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Later that evening you were having a drink at the Garrison. You played with the rings on your fingers and thought about the upcoming encounters with the Italiens now that you were in the game. "(Y/N)." You looked over and saw Thomas Shelby take his cap off and place it on the counter beside you. "A bottle of whiskey." He said to the bartender, who quickly grabbed one. "Evening, Tommy." He grabbed the bottle and a glass before nodding his head towards the front room. "Drink with me." You smiled and followed him to the front room. You sat down at the table, him doing the same, and downed the last of your drink. He filled it before filling his own. "So, to what do I have the pleasure of drinking with Tommy Shelby?" He smirked a bit before taking a drink. "Aberama tells me you have one hell of a shot." You smirked and took a sip. "That's one way to put it." He searched your face with those blazing blue eyes of his and you almost shuddered under his gaze. "Good." You chuckled. "You're a man of few words. Why?"
You watched him pull out his case of cigarettes, light one, and put the case back in his pocket. He took a drag before releasing it. "Actions speak louder than words, (Y/N)." You teasingly ran your foot up his leg a bit and he stiffened a bit, but his eyes never left yours. You stopped and downed your drink; he poured you another. "So tell me, Tommy Shelby... how did you get into this little tuff with the Italiens?" He looked at you as he sipped his drink. "It's a bit of a long story." You chuckled. "I suppose it's good that i don't have anything else to do tonight." He placed his drink down and cleared his throat. He told you everything and watched your face the whole time; he could see the wheels in your head turning and the sparkle in your eye as he told you everything. You whistled. "Bloody hell." You said and downed your drink. He automatically poured you another one; you smirked as you felt your face start to get warm from the alcohol. You sat back and watched Tommy over the edge of your glass. "Do have any regrets starting this bloody war?" You asked as you took a sip. He took a drag. You sat in silence and watched his face. You could see the conflicting emotions in his eyes and you smirked. You downed the rest of your drink and stood up, pulling the end of your shirt down and brushing your pants off. "I've got my answer. Well, thank you for the drinks, Tommy." You walked by him and he grabbed your arm, pulling you close to him. "The pleasure is mine." You smirked. "I'm sure." You said before patting his cheek. You pulled your coat on, threw him a wink, and walked out the door. Thomas took another drag of his cigarette and sat there thinking about what an interesting and exciting woman you are.
