Mariana Cortez is the Queen of the North of London
She has built her empire up despite the protests and barriers of a mans world
She was also the first woman to steal Thomas Shelby's heart
She is cold, calculating and slightly unhinged
But her l...
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Alfie's POV
Glass. That's all that could be heard. Glass As I threw each and every bottle from the bar at the wall, my boys trashing the rest of the place.
"Sabini" I shouted, looking up to the windows of his office upstairs. Not a moment later Sabini came tumbling out of his office.
"che cazzo?" He mumbled to himself (What the fuck?)
He looked stunned for a moment before he plastered on a fake smile "Alfie" he said cheerily, coming down the stairs "We had an agreement" I said, rolling a bottle around in my hand "A fucking agreement!" I shouted, chucking the bottle at his head, which he dodged.
"Look... I get it" he shrugged "I know you had a soft touch for Cortéz, but I have my own business with her. You understand that?" He said dramatically, his hand waving it off as though it wasn't a big deal.
I stormed towards him, pushing him up against the wall. Causing six men to aim guns at my head, my men mirroring them.
I gripped his neck. Sabini was a rat. He was good at business, but he never got his hands dirty. That's where he fails. Strength.
"Alfie" he choked, trying to pry my hand from his neck "What's keeping her?" I asked "What's done is done I can't-" I gripped his neck even tighter, cutting him off.
"Whats. Fucking. Keeping. Her?" I asked through gritted teeth "Two witness statements and the bodies" he struggled.
I nodded slowly, looking around at his men "Right. So now you're gonna fuck off down to the station yeah... and tell them they got it wrong" I said, making him shake his head "Yeah... and your slimy pathetic rats you call men are gonna retract their statements" I pressed
He didn't respond, he couldn't. So I let go and stood back, dropping him to the floor. He gasped for air, holding his neck as his men eyed him hesitantly.
"I ain't got all day!" I said loudly, moving to sit at one of the tables, probably the only one that hadn't been upturned or broken He eventually got up, glaring at me with nothing but disgust.
"fottuto bastardo ... fottuto bastardo! come osi venire qui e minacciarmi come una merda di merda!" He shouted, still holding his neck in agony as his voice strained. I smiled at him, knowing perfectly well what he had said.
