𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐨 | 𝐟. 𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐛𝐲 ON HOLD

three

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"Aberama? Tommy sent me here to help with a job of some kind." Finn said, as he walked to the campsite where the man and his son, Bonnie, were staying.

There was a sound coming from the main hut, the sounds of footsteps. Bonnie appeared, shotgun in hand, pointing it at the young blinders head.

Finn raised his hands, "Jesus, Bonnie. It's me, Finn."

"Oh, sorry, Finn, dad never told me we was expecting anyone." The other boy lowered the gun, motioning for Finn to follow.

"Pa! Finn's here!" The boy yelled in the direction of the caravan, clatters could be heard coming from inside the wooden hut.

A man appeared in the doorway, he has shirt grey hair, a black mustache with wisps of silver hair, he also had an earring in his right ear. He wore a simple white tank top with black trousers.

"Finn!" He shouted to the younger boy, "I hear Tommy wants you to take part in family doings." Aberama climbed down the steps leading into his caravan, he waled to Finn, patting his shoulder.

"Yeah, he does." The blond haired boy replied, looking to the floor.

"That's good, isn't it?" He shouted, scaring birds from the trees within the wooded area.

"I thought it would be, but he says I have to get involved in the violent side of things." Finn spoke, trying to contain his anger.

"And? What's wrong with a little violence, boy?" Aberama asked, his hand still in Finn's shoulder, Bonnie was stood beside the caravan, watching them, shotgun placed on the steps.

"Tommy knows I have no stomach for it. Yet wants me to do it anyway."

"Finn, you should know by now, that Tommy lad is in a world of his own." The older man said to him.

"I suppose. Anyway, what's this job Tommy has for us to do?" The Shelby boy asked.

"He says there's some business to take care of just outside of Birmingham, it shouldn't take long." Aberama made his way back towards the caravan, putting his shirt on, and quickly buttoning it over his white tank top.

"Bonnie, you stay here, guard this place."

"But Pa-" Bonnie started, his father cutting him off.

"No buts, Bonnie."

Finn stood by the campfire, which was smouldering, he watched as the younger man stared daggers at his father.

The older gentleman grabbed his coat, hat and pistol from the porch of the caravan, and walked to Finn, handing the gun to him, the boy looked to him, questioning.

"Now, Finny, you're going to need that."

"Aberama, can't you just tell Tommy I killed someone?" Finn asked, looking at the metal object in his hand, the cool steel cold in his grasp.

"I won't lie to him, Finn. If he finds out, Lord knows what he'll do." He said, placing his hat on his head.

"Now come on, business won't take care of itself now, boy." Aberama, started walking in the direction of his horses, motioning for Finn to follow after him.

After half an hour, the men finally arrived at their destination, a small town just outside of Birmingham.

They rode the horses down a small street, houses lined the road. Most of the windows had been boarded, only a few with actual windows remained.

"What the fuck? I don't trust this, Aberama." Finn spoke, dear coursing through his body.

They clambered of the horses, making their way towards the seemingly empty houses.