The Hostage // Peaky Blinders

Haven

*warning for people who are sensitive to sex related crimes!!! There is detailed content ahead*

Miss Brodeur,

I'm leaving the city, but that doesn't mean you're in the clear. I know where you live now and all of your affiliations. Beware, the people around you may be the people who betray you the most.

Your Old Friend,
C. Campbell

PS: if you go anywhere out of this city, I will know.

Amelié had tears covering her cheeks. She couldn't trust anyone, and if she told Tommy who she really was, she didn't know how he would react. That's what scared her most. She didn't want to lose Tommy, so she had to act fast.

She quickly wiped her tears, got dressed and put on a nice button up dress with a red sweater. She knew Tommy had business and that's why he left her, so she decided to go to his aunt, Polly.

She carried the paper in her hand bag, walking out of the house. She was confident in her step, but cautious in her mind. If she wasn't on guard at all times, someone may step in and take her away for good. I'm not going to be a victim again.

Walking around corners towards Polly's place, she notices a man watching her. Growing nervous, she picks up the pace. Turning her head left and right, watching all around her. She suddenly didn't feel safe anymore.

More men came from around corners, coming towards her. Her pace quickens even more than before. Who were these men?

Now running, she reaches Polly's house. But before she can knock on the door, a bag loosely covers her face and she is carried away from the scene.

Birmingham was quiet once again.

-

Amelié wakes up in a dark, damp room. Her screams would be muffled from the cloth around her mouth. She struggled, but soon realized she was tied to a chair. "So, a Brodeur all the way in Birmingham, England," comes a familiar voice.

Billy Kimber appears from the shadows of the back of the room. Tears run down Amelié's cheeks as she is reminded of her past back in the Russian's hands. Kimber runs his hand down her left cheek, wiping the tears from her dirty face, "you're father was filthy French scum, just like you. You aren't any kind of whore, you're just filthy fucking gangster scum like the rest of them."

Amelié shakes her head, more tears coming out of her eyes, "I could give you to the Russians. They're offering 5 million pounds. But I think it'll be more satisfying to watch your fucking brains blow out of your head in front of that fucking Shelby," Kimber says, spitting in her face.

More men appear from the shadows of the room, laughing, "we'll make good use of you first, though," one of them says, smirking.

Amelié screams. The idea of having yet another man take advantage of her was horrifying. She couldn't believe she was here again, going through this just like before.

She wish she came from a different family. She wished she was someone else. She knew Kimber was serious, so now she'll have to have the one person she cares for watch her die for a terrible secret.

She wanted to tell him everything; who she was, who her family was, what had happened to her. But it was too late, she would die without being able to explain herself. Thomas would never know that she wasn't a Brodeur, not really.

Her family kept everything from her, they wanted her to have a better life. Little did they know, their enemies would force her into it.

"The Shelby's plan to take over my fucking business. Well they have another thing coming to them!" Kimber screams closely to her face.