Embers of the Brave // Peaky Blinders

Chapter 27

Sweet Love

The blonde didn't wake from the fainting incident for over an hour. In that time, a dark bruise has blossomed over the doctors his right eye and Michael was yet to leave Ella's side. She was sprawled out on the armchair inside the Shelby room. With Michael who leant over the back of its cushion and held a heavy nervous gaze on the sleeping form. It was penetrating but wavered, ever so slightly. The nurses who did come into the small room made little to no eye contact with any of the Blinders. Then scurried quickly out. Thomas had spent a lengthy time quizzing Polly on what she knew, but the Aunt only turned her nose up at her nephew.

When Ella's eyes fluttered open her eyes were first drawn to the baby that was peacefully sleeping before they made their way across the room. Lingering on the hard stare that was being given by Thomas, before coming to rest on the man who was being unpleasantly, and without a thought of gentleness, being tied to the radiator. He was still limp and looked almost dead.

"What happened?" whispered Ella, it was soft and yet coarse. Finn seemed to skip her eye and looked to his brothers.

Tommy spoke clear as a whistle while reaching for a cigarette, "we made sure you were safe." He struck alight the little, white, rolled tobacco and smiled gently at her, "however, I am very interested in how we find ourselves in a situation like this. Care to explain?"

Ella rolled her bottom lip between her teeth as she thought best on how to approach. At the same time, Michael shifted from behind her his arm brushing across his shoulders as he moves into her line of sight. His piercing eyes held questions.

"Well, you see, before everything went down with the fire, I was technically promised to someone as part of a business fusion. Turns out that someone is Mr Ralph Williamson." She gestures lightly towards the man who is now stirring. John lightly nods his head in acceptance and Finn follows after him.

The blonde, Ralph, clattered against the radiator as he came to, Michael has moved slightly ahead of her and closer towards her front side. Thomas took one more look towards Ella before his full attention turned to the blonde man. The silence dropped heavily as everyone waited for something to happen.

Ralph cleared his throat before speaking, "listen, I don't want any harm. I'll just take Ella and be out of your hair." His eyes held full, unfaltering seriousness.

John scoffed loudly in response, "that's not going to happen, aye?"

Thomas takes a good step towards the blonde man. "Now, Ralph, I think you are mistaken."

Ralph was too focussed on Tommy's advancing steps to fully take in his balanced tone and lack of emotion. "I'd take a step back. I am a very important person around here." The alarm lined his Ralph's voice, and yet he held a strong amount of confidence.

"Oh, I'm sure you are very important Ralph." Said Tommy with a chuckle. Taking a simple and yet purposeful step back, allowing room for Michael to appear in front of him. Michael ensured he had Ralph's complete attention before he began.

"But you will forget all about Ella, you won't look at her, speak to her, or even fucking think about her. Do you understand?"

Ralph's chest puffed at the idea of being spoken down upon. It was not often a man of great social status and wealth was made a fool of. Suddenly, his voice dropped in anger, heat pouring into the words. "And who the fuck do you think you are?"

Michael took more glance deep in his eyes.

"We're the Peaky Fucking Blinders."

With that came a roaring fist from Arthur, that more than likely shatter a few bones in his porcelain white nose. Before Ella's mind could really wrap herself around what had just happened she was whisked from the room by Polly, Michael following closely behind.

When Ella went to complain, Aunt Pol was fast to inject, "now, now darling. You did not want to see how that will end." With a glance at her son, "you need some rest, Michael will take you back to Ada's. The house should be quiet for a while, so take the time to sleep."

As Ella was getting pulled into the back of a taxi with Michael, Polly gave a quick kiss to her temple, "you're a strong girl, don't forget it."

Her thoughts reeled around as the streets flew past. This was not what she was expecting at all and yet the tension and nervousness had finally seemed to settle as if the worst had passed. A hand made its way to her knee, Michael was watching her with a ginger eye.

His voice was soft against the sounds of the car, "are you okay?" It took a moment for Ella to even acknowledge he had said something as her attention was at the warmth emitting from his hand against her body. She hummed in reply. Her eyes watching deeply into his blue eyes. Ella found it so strange that he could bring such peace to her with a simple touch. And yet the same touch brought fire to her soul. Ten minutes pass as they wait to reach Ada's. The wide door swings open to an empty house. The two stares at each other for what Ella feels to be a couple of hours but in reality, was merely twenty seconds. He was waiting for her, he wanted her to show him just how much she wanted this.

"Show me."

So, Ella moved towards him her hands tangling up onto his shoulders and pooling into his hair. Her nails ran lightly against his scalp as she teased him with her bright blue eyes. Michael moved his palms slowly up the outside of his thighs, running the shape of her body, they slowly came up her hips to settle on her waist. They were close, close enough for the tops of their thighs to touch. Then, with intensity, Ella's lips were against his, dissolving away all their problems. His right hand moving up to brush along the edge of her breast and sweeping up to release her hair. Letting pools of blonde surround her face. They break apart, Ella gasping lightly with flushed pink cheeks. Without a word, Michael takes her hand pulling her after him into one of the guest bedrooms. He lightly drew his hands to her waist and threw her onto the bed. She bounced with a giggle, which was quickly swallowed by Michael's tongue. His hands gently began to lift the bottom of her dress as he sends sweet kisses down her throat and along her collarbone. His fingers were brushing against the top of her underwear by then, sending waves of excitement through Ella's bones.

He kissed lightly at the top of her breast, "Tell me you want it."

She moaned as his lips disappeared deeper not her chest.

Abruptly, his lips pulled away from her skin. "Use your words, Ella." His voice sending pleasure down her core.

"I want it. I want you" 

A/N:

Hi Guys,

Okay, I am so so sorry, but I am finally starting this book back up slowly but I have many exciting things planned! But please vote and comment so I know you are enjoying it! :)

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