"even when she was lying, there was a certain truth she always told"
A pretty girl, a deal gone wrong, an ultimatum, and a death...
Another average week for the Peaky Blinders.
[T. Shelby]
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Thalia desperately needed a drink.
She'd been listening to her brother and the Gentry boy talk out the intricacies of their deal for two hours and twenty minutes and, as the sun rose lethargically across the sky to signal that morning was breaking, she was on the brink of losing her mind over the situation.
Théo wanted her to utilize her... special skill set. Why was that was the only side of business she ever seemed to partake in? But Théo was pushing her. There was information to gather, manipulation that needed to be done. She fought it for as long as she could, but Théo was convinced that she was the only person who could get the job done. Thomas Shelby was a hard man to control. Thalia didn't dare try to talk her way out of it, not after all the times that her brother had seen her use her silver tongue in their childhood. No, she'd keep her cards close to her chest; she would have to wait for him to play his hand.
Since she did not know this Jonah Gentry too well, she tried to sneak glances of his body language while putting on a façade of boredom as she sat around doing the paperwork her brother had left undone. She'd helped her brother create a lucrative business, but she truly did not care about the family company anymore. Very rarely did she question her brother's judgement, but he seemed to be a changed man. He no longer looked at Thalia as if she was breakable, fragile as the bombs that they'd braved as teens. Now, he barely made eye contact and, when he did, he seemed tired, distant, and hungry. For what, she couldn't say. Birmingham has turned from a boring little town to a war zone in a matter of hours, and it exhausted and unnerved her. It was times like this that she remembered the war so vividly, twisted and garish and no longer far away. In wartime, she thought that she had purpose. In wartime, she thought that she had a job that she needed to do. Now, she was wishing for her brother to leave behind everything they'd suffered, but she'd likely be waiting a while for that to materialize (if it happened ever). No, instead of doing a job or finding her purpose, she just waited and waited and waited some more with Tommy'a name the only thing on her mind.
She couldn't take any more waiting.
It was for that particular reason that she'd found herself shifting in her seat at the kitchen table, stumbling over her own thoughts and memorizing Jonah's face, with its haunting green eyes and sinister smile. Both she and he knew that this particular job was a boys only type of thing (save for the few whores that lingered about, doing the same job her brother was pushing her in to) and that it was about to be an all out war between the Getty Family and the Shelby brothers, with the Vidals caught somewhere in between. Not even Théo's persistence could put her off from that nagging feeling that this was wrong—run away. He had wanted her to avoid this life as much as possible, fearing for her safety should she find herself alone in the company of enemies who saw through her charades, but he had changed—changed enough to push her into this dangerous role in the futile hope of catching a glimpse of just how the Shelby's, and their business, worked. She had made up her mind, however, and she would not let Théo do this.
