𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐨 | 𝐟. 𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐛𝐲 ON HOLD

four

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"Is Lillian Anderson here?" The man at the door asked. He was medium height, with short black hair, piercing blue eyes. He was dressed in a black trench coat, along with a grey suit. A light grey, peaked hat sat a top his head.

Evelyn knew that man anywhere. Thomas Shleby. Head of the Peaky Blinders.

"Aren't you that barmaid from the Garrison?" He asked, remembering Evelyn's face from the previous day.

"Uh, Yes, Mr Shelby, I am. And Lillian is upstairs, would you like me to go and fetch her for you?" The girl asked.

"Yes, now hurry up. I have important business to discuss with her." The man stood at the door, pulling a small cigarette tin out of his pocket. He popped the white object between his lips, lighting it with a lighter.

Evelyn ran up the stairs, shouting on Lillian, Vivian heard her calls, and peaked her head out round her bedroom door, "Eve, what's wrong?"

"It's Thomas Shelby. He's looking for Lil. He says he has important business to discuss with her." Evelyn heaved, out of breath.

Vivian's heart was racing, was Thomas here for her? Was she the one to be worthy enough of his brother?

"She's with Elizabeth at the moment." Vivian replied, and Evelyn sprinted in the direction of the other girls room.
Vivian stood in her doorway, she could see the light from the open front door downstairs.

"Hurry up. I've got places to be." The husky voice spoke from down the stairs.

Vivian wandered over to the top of them, hoping to catch a glimpse of the notorious gang leader. She wondered if his brother was as handsome as him, whether he has the same dark hair as Tommy and Polly, or if he had light hair, like John and Arthur.

Finn was the forgotten Shelby brother. Thomas had made quite the name for himself, as had Arthur and John. But Finn was quiet, never had much of a heart for violence.

Vivian had to admit, she was curious about him. About how he had grown up, surrounded by gangsters, yet hated violence.

Lillian walked down the stairs, shooting Vivian a look, "Stay here, Vi. I'll handle this."

The dark haired girl watched as the woman descended down the stairs, "Ah, Mr Shelby, to what do I owe the pleasure?" The woman spoke, semi sarcastically.

The man looked at her, looking her up and down, before coughing into his hand, "Now, Ms Anderson, a I'm sure you are aware, my brother, Finn, is a virgin. And I believe that in order for him to want to take part in family, uh, business, he needs to loosen up." He took a drag from his cigarette.

"And let me guess, you think that getting him to lose his virginity would be a good way to get him to 'loosen up'?" Lillian asked, folding her arms, leaning against the doorframe.

Tommy looked at her, "Yes. Yes, I do."

"Well, Thomas, I personally don't think it's ideal, considering many men tend to get attached to their firsts. So maybe getting him to fuck a whore isn't the best idea."

Tommy released a small chuckle, "Well, if he falls for her, even better. He could do with a wife."

"Isn't he eighteen?" Lillian asked, raising an eyebrow.

Tommy took another puff of his cigarette, "Yes, and? Is there an issue with the boy getting married at eighteen?"

Lillian couldn't believe him. Most of all she couldn't believe she had loved him once.