Fire and Ice (Thomas Shelby Fanfic)

Lander Ladies

Third P.O.V.

The race had ended an hour ago and much to no ones surprise, Monaghan Boy won.

Now, Jack sat on Billy Kimber's lavish couch with his half naked form practically laying in her lap. He was completely and utterly wasted. Jack had followed Thomas' plan to a 'T'. Billy groaned something about needing some music and cheesecake so he sluggishly rolled off of the girl and lumbered out of the parlor in search of both. Jack sighed and stood up, brushing down her dress skirt. She cringed as her hand came in contact with drool.

"Fucking pig, he'll pay for that!"

She growled. She glanced about the room and found his discarded blazer from earlier that night. Quickly, she searched the pockets. She smiled victoriously when she found some bills. She stuffed half of them in her dress and sat down just as he had returned with a record and another bottle. No cheesecake? She smirked as he plopped down on the couch next to her. He lifted the record to his ear before roughly shoving it into Jacks hands. It was a Victrola and Victor.

"How do you get that bloody thing to work!"

He shouted. She scoffed and set the charcoal record aside, watching as he struggled to open the bottle.

"Darling, allow me?"

Jack asked in a seductive voice, lightly taking it from his hands and swiftly opening it. She filled two glasses with the red wine and quickly dropped two pills into his cup without him noticing.

"Here you are love, drink up."

He grumbled a little more before downing the glass like a shot. Jack slowly sipped on hers, enjoying the rich flavor of the, no doubt, very expensive alcohol and attempting to stay as sober as possible under the circumstances. I'm going to get shit-faced when I get home though! She thought as she watched the man beside her edge closer to a blackout with every passing minute. It didn't take long for the drugs to kick in and within ten minutes Mr.Kimber was a snoring lump on the couch and Jack was just a lady of the night who kept most of her innocence.

She quietly closed the door to Kimber's mansion before dashing down the stairs and to safety. Safety in the form of Thomas Shelby. How ironic that the devil himself is my salvation. Jack jumped inside the automobile and Thomas started driving, wasting no time leaving the horrid house and people inside it, behind. The two sat in content silence for a while as the car sped down the desolate dirt road. Jack starring at the stars and Thomas at the ground. It wasn't until they had made it back to The Garrison and were parked that they spoke.

"How did it go?"

Thomas asked, digging in his coat pockets for a match. Jack sighed and handed him one of her own before giving her report. She explained that Kimber would most likely wake up the next morning with little to no memory of the night before, he'd be lucky if he could even remember her face! Although, she left out the part about her taking compensation for her dress being drooled on. Thomas listened to her story and nodded with approval.

"Very good Ms.West, thank you for accompanying me this evening. When you're ready for me to fulfill my end of the deal you know where to find me. I'll send someone to drive you home."

He said with finality, leaving no room for discussion as he stepped out of the car and marched toward the lively pub. Jack bit her lip in thought before getting out of the car herself. The Blinder noticed this and raised a brow at her actions. Jack shrugged and smoothed down her coat.

"No need, I don't wanna go home yet."

He nodded and turned around, about to enter The Garrison but Jacks small hand grabbed his wrist before he could get too far. He didn't even have time to turn around before she had already disappeared down a dark alley. Her words lingered in his ear and in his mind.