Lilah lay among the immobile bodies of her sisters-to-be. Some how a title farther from her than they had been the day prior.
They'd been her sisters, now they were her sister-to-be, and if this ruse continued. They'd be her sisters-in-law.
Dawn broke though the window and she hadn't slept a wink. Waiting for a chance to find Tommy and ask him how they'd get out of this—and ask him if he'd been serious or lust drunk in that moment. Or maybe just lusting and drunk.
They had avoided what could've been a major fall out. She knew that.
If Tommy hadn't thought Arthur's reaction was a big deal he would have reacted, he would have put him down and told him off. His stoism in the moment told her he was unsure. Unsure of what this would mean and what the fall out would have been.
He wouldn't have fought back. Not right away. But when Arthur took it to far - as he alway did..
It could have been bad. Very bad. They would have had to call John. There would have been sides, and everyone and their wifes were just itching for a reason to come at Tommy.
And that may have been it.
A spark to a wildfire that's ashes if it had separated them could've meant the Shelby empire, and possibly their lives.
The revelation that she almost caused what she did sat she heavy in her belly all night; and no forced laughter and no amount of gin could settle it.
The dawn light illuminating the room of women, her family, around her only added to her guilt.
She Brushed herself off. Gagging a bit as her stomach clench at the motions of her pulling herself to her feet.
But she needed to find him, hangover be damned.
*NOT BETA-EDITED...LIKE AT ALL.*
YOU ARE READING
Another Shelby
FanfictionLilah Morgan had not wanted to go home after her time as a field nurse in The Great War. Not to Canada and all her old memories. And definitely not back to the nunnery that she'd lied about her aged to get away from. And so in 1918 somehow she'd end...
