The king of Birmingham and his daughter

Mr Campbell

Campbells POV -

"Take them both down to the station, and just them in the same cell, or whatever. I'll deal with them both sooner or later" I told one of the policemen, that had surrounded the pair, not really giving much thought on the situation. If Arthur wouldn't spill anything about this missing ammunition, then one of these two might know. Especially the young one. She seems to be digging at what her father truly is. I hoping that she might have overheard him saying something. One can only hope.

As I looked around the gloomy, dark street that lays within small heath, seeing a couple of individuals peering out of the window and a few more noticeably behind their own curtains. I gave a small smirk, and walked off hastily, not wanting to be here any longer than I needed to be.

Fully knowing that Mr Shelby will soon realise that this time around, both his brother and daughter have gone, I had smirked to myself once again. There's no chance that he'll see either of them tonight. Maybe tomorrow at some point. That's if I'm feeling generous enough. I just simply need to know if the Shelbys knows anything about the stolen weapons and ammunition. Hopefully, by taking Thomas' daughter, he would save me the hard work by finding him.

If this is going to be the only way to grab hold of his attention, then so be it. Grace better be right about the second oldest being the leader of the infamous, criminal gang. If the Shelby's turns out to not know anything about the stolen ammunition, then I'll get her to focus more on that Freddie Thorn guy. 

Thomas POV -

"Where the fuck are they" I furiously say, whilst throwing the whiskey bottle across the room, resulting the bottle to be crushed into million pieces.

"And throwing glass bottles around the room allowing them to smash is going to help now is it?" Pol snaps at me, as she has her arms crossed at the table, with the rest of the family in the room, with the same concern as everyone else. Where would John and Blessing be?

We've already checked the school, and then down to Charlies, just in case they went down there. When we found out that they weren't there, we checked the garrison with no luck. As i started to feel a sick feeling at the bottom of my stomach, I used that feeling to fuel my anger that was also enraging inside of me. The only thing that has calmed me in the absolute slightest is the fact she's with John in all hope. 

I've gotten some of the peaky boy's to scout the street in search of both my brother and my daughter, but so far, nobody has turned up with either of the two. the second I find out where the fuck that they are, that individual, or individuals will pay, whether if its in blood in the end or not.

Blessings POV - 

"There's no need to fucking push and shove us about, we've done nothing wrong. Especially Blessing here. If you're going to take anyone, fucking take me alone for fuck sake." I heard John spat at them, but that didn't exactly help the situation either of us is in. 

Yes, I'm nervous, but heck am I going to show anyone that I am. That would be a sign that anyone is weak, and hell am I weak. Only on the inside, I allow myself to fall apart, but not on the outside. Never show anyone how you're feeling too much as that might cost you.

"You've 'eard what Campbell had told ya. You're going down to the slums for questioning. Either of you two might know something that we might not know." One of the policemen at the back told us, as the other two holds our arms behind our backs, with a tight grip, and shoving us into this carriage, to take us both down to the local prison I guess. 

But what have I got to do with any of this though. I haven't done anything wrong, or do I know anything more than already have. Like heck do I know what is going on right now. All I want to do currently is to run. Run from this. I don't want to be here, and I see no reason why I need to be here, in this situation.