𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐨 | 𝐟. 𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐛𝐲 ON HOLD

ten

The boy ascended the stairs leading to his apartment, hastily walking along the landing leading to the door.

He opened the door, an eerie silence enveloping the apartment. He placed his hat on the counter, shrugging his coat off, hanging it on the rack by the door.

"Fuck me, this place is boring." He muttered, trying to rid the room of silence.

He one of the chairs out from under the table which sat in the middle of the kitchen. He sat down, his eyes flitting to the stack of envelopes sitting in the middle.

He reached over, lifting the top one, a flyer. He read it, eyes scanning the images and words on the face of it, 'Bonnie Vs. Goliath'. The match was set for a Sunday, a few weeks away.

The boy read through the next few letters, some of them nothing more than bills.

He was about to open the flyer, when the phone went. Finn stood, going to the phone, "Finn?" It was Thomas.

"What's going on, Tom?" The boy asked, concerned, his brother very rarely called him, he only did when there was an emergency.

Thomas sighed down the line, "The boxing match between Bonnie and Goliath, I've been told by a credible source that the Italians may strike, so make sure to bring weapons."

"Oh fuck, Tom. This is more of that mafia shit, isn't it?" Finn asked, his fist clenching and unclenching.

"Yes, Finn. Everyone's staying home until after the match." The boy's brother said.

Finn thumped the wall, "Staying in Birmingham?"

"Yes, Finn. In Birmingham. We know everyone, and every man is a soldier for us." Tommy said. Finn could hear him pouring himself whiskey.

The boy sighed, "Fuck. What are we going to do, Tommy?"

"I need to come up with a plan, Finn." The man spoke.

"Right. I'll see you when you get back, Tom." The auburn haired boy spoke.

He set the phone down, letting out a frustrated sigh. His hands went to his hair, pulling on the auburn curls.

"Fuck!" He yelled, kicking the chair he had been sitting on.

He let out a sigh of frustration, before grabbing his coat and hat, slamming the door as her left.

The boy stormed down the landing, walking through the streets to Watery Lane.

He entered the bookmakers, hoping to find Isaiah.

He was met by Lizzie, "Finn? What are you doing here? Isn't it your day off?"

"Have you seen Isiah?" He asked, mostly ignoring the woman's questions.

She motioned to Polly's office, "He's in there."

"Thanks." He said, making his way to the room.

The boy was sat in the chair, smoking a cigarette, spinning his gun around his fingers, his feet on the desk.

Finn entered the room, "Isiah."

The boy sat up, "Finn. You alright, mate?"

"Fine. Just need a drink."

"Ah, that's my boy. Come on then, The Garrison awaits." The boy joked, throwing his arm over his friend's shoulders.

The pair left the gambling den, laughing loudly as they made their way towards the pub.

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note:
damn,,, this was a short one aha

REUPLOADED CAUSE I HAD TO FIX MY FUCKED TIMELINE!! (21ST JULY 2020)