The king of Birmingham and his daughter

What Guns?

Blessings POV -

"Now tell me. Tell what you know about where your father has hidden the create with guns and ammunition in?"

Thomas POV -

"They are fucking where?" I infuriatingly say to one of the peaky boys, that stood directly in front of me. I threw another glass towards the wall to hear the glass shattered. I headed straight to the door without any hesitation and darted out with Arthur right behind me.

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Blessings POV -

"I don't know what you're talking about, what guns and ammunition, and even if I did know, why the hell do you care," I said in a very confusing way, with my arms still crossed over my chest, not knowing what he was talking about.

He hummed to himself, and walked around the table and crouched down to get level to me, looking me dead in my eye. 

"Playing that game are we? I see. Well, let me tell you why I'm interested little girl. Its because its stolen property and I need to know who has it, and your father is at the top of my list, now tell me, where is it?" He informed me angrily, as he slams his fist into the table with anger, that he had made a dent in the table. 

"I already told you. I know nothing of the sort, I didn't even know that he had anything like that. If you think you can get around me, by making up false accusations against my own father then there's another thing coming. I might be small, but there's another thing coming" Was all I said before I felt a stinging pain across my face.

I looked up at him, and I pushed my chair back, stepping a couple of steps away from him, seeing that his hand was still in the position from where he had backhanded me across the face. I Place my hand onto my check to make sure it wasn't swollen up at all, and thankfully it wasn't. 

Looking back at him, and then the door, I don't remember them locking the door when we had entered. All he could make a very cocky smile and chuckled a few seconds. 

"This is very much over." I spat towards him, and started to walk out, until he grabbed hold of my up tightly, and yanking my in front of him yet again. 

"Not so fast. I haven't finished with you just yet." He said with a grin written all over his face.

 Thomas POV -

Sprinting down the mucky streets of small heath, to get to the nearest police station to home, with Arthur on my trail, to get both John and Blessing out of there. John being inside of there is one thing, but them dicks having my daughter for what? If this has to do with me having that stolen property, I swear to fucking god, I will murder that man like there's no tomorrow. 

I just got her, and I can't ever lose her or have her hurt because of anything that I do for a living. They've should have just come to me. 

fuming on the inside, we made it to the station, breaking on of the double doors on the way inside, by me slamming it too fast on the way in, but I couldn't give any fucks right now. I just need to make sure that my baby girl is alright. 

I've never felt this much anger at once fueling inside of me. Most likely the protective father side of me now beginning to kick in, wanting to know that she is going to be perfectly fine, and nothing has happened to her. I just need the peace of mind that she's completely fine. Not knowing is absolutely killing me.

"Where the actual fuck is my daughter" I shouted, whilst slamming my fist onto the wooded front desk. Having all eyes on me and my family is something that we all have adjusted too since we've all been back from the war. And sometimes, you could also feel them staring, like this instance. These shit bags staring right at both me and Arthur. Both of us pissed, but not quite as pissed as I'm currently feeling. 

"Mr Shelby, I can assure you that she is perfectly fine. It shouldn't be soon before we release her." The man behind the counter dared to say to me. I slammed my fist back on the desk again, and I glared back into the man's eyes, almost swinging for him. 

"I want you, to go and fetch her, or ill go back there and get her myself, along with my brother. I couldn't give a shit if that asshole Campbell is still holding them. I, want them here, now." I spat back at him, close to a whisper, but loud enough for him to hear me clearly.

As his skin starts to lose a lot of colour, he and a couple of other officers started to flea back into the back room, most likely to look for the pair. 

Looking over toward Arthur, who seemed to be slightly dazed in the matter, seemed to be muttering to himself. God knows what this time around though. 

"Do you think that they might know something that we don't Tom?" he had questioned. Looking both confused and pissed at the same time. 

I walked over towards him, slightly back from where I was at the beginning, and I placed my hand onto his shoulder, looking at him dead in the eye. "No. And if they do its a load of bollacks, eh," I told him.

All I got was a hum out of him, and a stare from him, acknowledging what I had told him. Suddenly there was loud shouting coming from the back room which had caused both mine and Arthur's attention. 

Then a bruised and bloody John came shouting out of the room, following my daughter right behind him, who had lost all of her colour, with her cheek swollen up, with her hair a mess, and bruised knuckles. 

With my blood now boiling inside of me, I whipped off my cap and I had flung myself towards one of the nearest policemen, with both of my brothers joining in with me. After a couple of minutes of slashing these fuckers faces, we all paid attention to Blessings sobs in the corner of the room. 

All of us walked over to her, and I picked her up and cradled her in my lap, letting her cry it out before we all made our way back home where she is needing to be. Like fuck is she going in for the rest of the week after what had happened today. I'm sure Pol is able to teach her something whilst shes staying at home. 

Once we all got back home, both Pol and Ada had gone to Blessings side who now has a set of fresh tears fallen down her face. Both of the boys and I started to smoke and had a full bottle of whiskey each in our hands to try and ease ourselves with what had happened. They both had started to make help ease her pain, and trying their best to comfort the poor girl. 

I walked over in front of her smiling gently at her, looking into her sorrow eyes, I kneeled down, placing my hand on her knee, and softly run my thumb in circles on her knee cap. That was all I could manage to, and allow the girls to attend to her wounds. Especially on her knuckles. 

"I'm so sorry daddy. I did try my best but he was too strong" She sobbed, and all I could was coo her and wrapped my arms around her. Knowingly that she did try and fight back ease my worries and pain ever so slightly, but angers me so much more that she had felt the need to even think of defending herself against any grown men.

"Eh, there's no need to be sorry, yea. I'm still proud of you no matter what, alright. It's going to be alright now" I comforted her the best as I could before she started to doze off. Pol said that she would take her up to bed, and make sure that she goes into bed alright, and I simply nodded at her in response. 

I went over towards the living area, and sat myself down onto the armchair, and lit myself another cigarette and drunk more whiskey straight from the bottle. The room had fallen silent, and nobody had dared to speak, yet another word to anyone. We all knew that I would seek revenge in any sort of way towards the man, possible.