Cruel To Be Kind - Peaky Blinders Fanfiction

Part 33 - Elsie's Got A Gun

A bit of Graves in this chapter. I think it's a nice scene to be fair and Elsie gets to see him for the first time since he kidnapped her.

I hope everyone is coping and feels good emotionally and mentally. I know it can tire you out doing nothing and I've been going for long walks with my dog and my brother as our daily exercise, which is good as we're getting out of the house for a bit - don't worry, I'm keeping my distance from everyone.

Warning: scenes of sexual content within this chapter. The isolation has gotten to me and I thought I'd try a more intimate scene. It's probably rubbish but I want to start expressing more emotion between Elsie and Tommy when they have sex. I want it to be more than sex but am struggling to show that so I'm just dabbling in it to see how it goes. Please can someone tell me what they think of the scene?

Hopefully, you all enjoy this chapter. I promise there are some exciting things to happen and we'll learn more about Tommy's plan with Graves.

Thank you, Love Comet96 xx

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"Kyle, do you know if Tommy's coming here tonight?" I asked as I tidied around the pub as we entered our quiet hour. There was always a nice hour before the men finished their shifts and rushed into the pub. Harry always checked throughout the day but me working back here gave him time to do stock and accounts in the back.

"He said he'd be here after the boys have collected the night's bets," he replied, taking a drag of his cigarette.

"Well that's perfect, that is." I spun around to face Graves as he came strutting into the pub. He had two men following him but I knew I had four of Tommy's men here with me. As Graves stepped closer, Gunner let out a low growl and came to me getting into a protective crouch. "Well look, the gypsy bitch has a mutt."

"What are you doing here?" I questioned, resting my hand on Gunner's head as he growled again at the man. Slowly, so I wasn't drawing attention to myself, I started moving back towards the bar.

"It's a pub, I'm here for a drink, so why don't you go back there and pour me a whiskey," Graves ordered, nodding his head towards the shelves full of whiskey and rum.

I shared a glance with Kyle and noticed that Percy slipped out using the side door. I knew he was going to get Tommy. Pulling the whiskey down from the shelf, I poured Graves a generous glass and set it on the bar for him.

"On the house for Tommy's business partner," I said, knowing he wouldn't pay for it anyway.

"I heard your horse won at Cheltenham." I nodded as he brought his drink to his lips. "I s'pose you paid Kimber to get the race fixed." Why did everyone assume I fixed the race? I didn't even know how to do that.

"As I told Mr Kimber, I don't fix races, I train horses to win." Not that he'd know about that. He'd never had a horse win a race. "Not that you'd know what a winning horse looks like." And I couldn't help but brag to him.

"Ya know, I guess you use some gypsy magic on the beasts to get 'em to win." He'd make up anything to make it look like our horses couldn't win by themselves. "See what I think happened right, is you paid off the jockeys to lose and let your horse win."

"I didn't fix the race and I've already dealt with this with Mr Kimber. I know you work for him, but I doubt he'd send you all the way to Small Heath for me," I said, leaning against the back of the bar so I could keep my eyes on him. Gunner was sat at my feet, his eyes also staying on Graves as he leaned against the bar. "Why are you here, Mr Graves?"