The Priest's Daughter ||Peaky Blinders||

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The next morning, Isla wakes up to see William sleeping soundly next to her. She smiles to herself and carefully gets out of bed, trying not to wake him. As she grabs her robe, there's a loud banging at her door.

"Fuck sake." She sighs. She quickly goes downstairs and opens the door. "Fucking hell Linda."

"I want my son."

"He's sleeping."

"Well I'm taking him home now."

"No you're not."

"You can't stop me."

"Oh no? I stick my finger in that bullet hole of yours and you're down for at least 10 minutes."

"I'm his mother."

"Who got shot by his great-aunt for trying to shoot his father. Yeah no. He's fine here. Go home Linda."

"I'm not leaving without him."

"Fine. But you won't stay in here. He will wake up, bathe and have a proper breakfast. And then, only then, will he be returned to you. Feel free to wait in his car until then. If not, I will return him to you later."

"But--"

"Go home and rest Linda. You need to rest. You went through too much last night and the last thing you need is Billy running around making you more tired and irritable. I will bring him to you later."

"Fine." She huffs.

"You could say thank you."

"Thank you." She says. Linda gets in her car and drives away.

"That woman is a piece of work." William says, coming down the stairs. Isla sighs.

"You have no idea." William wraps his arms around her. "Did you sleep well?"

"Very well, thank you." Isla brings her hand up and strokes his face.

"Hungry?" He nods under her touch. "Good. I'll get breakfast started and you can get Billy."

"What about Isiah?"

"He'll magically wake up as soon as he smells breakfast being made."

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William sits in a chair, staring out in to space absentmindedly as he swirls a drink around in his glass.

"William? William?" George says.

"What? Sorry."

"What's going on with you, brother?"

"Just thinking."

"About Isla?" He nods.

"I told her. I told her that I'm..."

"A virgin? When?"

"A few nights ago. After the ballet."

"How'd she take it?"

"She didn't mind. She thinks it makes me more of a gentleman." George sighs.

"I don't know how you do it. If she's anything like you say she is, it would be hard to keep my hands off her." William shakes his head.

"You have no idea." He sighs.

"You really like this girl don't you?"

"I really do."

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"I need to talk to you." Isla says.

"Can it wait until later? I have someplace to go."