Seduction By a Shelby | Tommy Shelby

SEVEN

Sierra stood working in the back room. She sighed as she looked up. "We're not open yet," she called.

She saw Tommy walking in and sighed. "Has Polly talked to you yet?" She asked.

Tommy shook his head. "No. She still doesn't believe it wasn't me," he told her.

Sierra smiled slightly and nodded. "All you can do is give her time Tommy. It will all be okay," she said as she sat on the desk.

Tommy moved to stand between her legs. He sighed. Sierra smiled. "Was there any chance anyone was around when you told Polly to tell Freddie?" Sierra asked.

"Arthur, John and I think the other barmaid was lurking around," Tommy said. He saw the look on Sierra's face. "You think it was her?"

Sierra rolled her eyes. "It had to have been. She's always asking fucking questions about you. Your family. I'm telling you. Her and that inspector are up to something. They know each other. I'm betting our next fuck on it."

Tommy walked over to the calendar and drew a black star. "What does that mean? Black star?" Sierra asked.

"The black star day. Is the day we take out Billy Kimber and his fucking men. No one else knows about it," Tommy said.

Sierra nodded. "Okay. Why did you tell me and not your family?"

"At the moment, everyone in my family hates me. Why would I tell them?" He asked.

Sierra sighed and nodded. "Okay. How will you do it?" She asked as she sat back on the desk.

Tommy had a smirk on his face. "Us and the Lees will take them down at the Worcester races," he said as he looked into Sierra's blue eyes.

Sierra pulled him to stand between her legs. "Promise me you'll be careful and that you'll come back to me. You owe me a fuck," she said.

Before anything, the door opened and Grace walked in. Sierra jumped a mile. "Why are you always lurking?" She asked.

Grace smiled. "I want to know if you needed help," she said. She finally had the information she needed for Campbell.

Sierra nodded slowly. "Sure. You can finish these books. I have to do something else," she said.

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Sierra was sitting in the pub. Arthur walked in and looked at them. "Sierra, I'm taking five pounds from petty cash."

"Grace is dealing with cash at the moment. Ask her," Sierra said. She could tell there was something going on with Arthur.

Grace looked up at Arthur. "We don't have five pounds in petty cash."

"Then I'll take what we've got."

"Count it and leave a receipt," Grace instructed. She looked at Arthur. "Arthur, there are things in these books, I don't understand."

Sierra frowned and looked over at the two of them. She could tell Grace was about to start prying.

"Likewise."

Grace looked over at him. "Every week, we pay one pound ten shillings by postal order to a Daniel Owen in London," she said.

"Danny Whizz bang. He hangs around the pubs in Camden Town wharf for us. Keeps his ears open for business. He's a good man," Arthur said.

Grace looked up. "I thought Danny Whizz Bang was dead?"

"Well you thought wrong didn't ya."

"But I've seen his grave. He was shot."

Sierra rolled her eyes. She knew Grace was trying to get information from Arthur. And she knew what about.