'I know I can treat you better, than he can
And any girl like you deserves a gentleman'
A girl with demons. A boy with a bad reputation. A boy soon to be corrupted.
Ivy is a girl who finds the devil at every doorstep. Demons surround her but what w...
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Ivy and Michael were given clear instructions, "Wait in the car, but don't let me get killed." They waited in an empty warehouse, the giant grey walls loomed over the car. Another car approached from the opposite end. Tommo took a deep breath before getting out, leaving Ivy and Michael alone in the backseat. Through the front window, Ivy could see her father and an associate of his climb out of the other car that had entered the building.
Tommy and Alfie's voices were muffled, Ivy couldn't make out what they were saying exactly but she would be able to tell if things got aggressive. "Is Tommy sending you back to Alfie?" Michael questioned as he too looked on at the scene in front of them. "He would've said something if he was. Besides, I work for him, not my father and I'm 18, it's my choice who I live with."
"But he still sent you back last week." Ivy sighed, trying to keep her concentration on her father and Mickey's cousin. "That was for business. He can't send me back permanently." The girl thought about the choice she'd made. She'd have both of them. But she knew things wouldn't be easy. That was obvious by the confrontation in front of her.
Both men had started shouting at each other, and Tommy had pulled a gun. 'Didn't take long.'Ivy thought to herself. Without a second thought, Mickey had lept out of the car, his own gun in his hand. The girl had tried to grab his hand to stop him, they needed to be careful, but it was too late. He'd already got to the group and shot Alfie's associate. "Shit." Ivy breathed out. The realisation sunk in, that was Michael's first kill. And judging by the look on his face it would certainly not be the last. Rage was clear upon his face, droplets of blood scattered across the smooth skin. Tommo's face mirrored his, blood and all.
But Ivy didn't have long to process the scene, Tom had his gun pressed against Alfie's cheek. She followed in Michael's footsteps, rushing out of the car with her gun in her hand. She knew she wouldn't be heard if she shouted, Tom and her father were too loud with their own shouts so she fired her gun in the air. The sound reverberated through the whole building and the men jumped away from each other. The girl ran to her father, pushing him away from the Shelby man. Michael did the same with Tommy, "Tommy, I know this bastard deserves it. I know this bastard deserves it! I fucking know! But if you kill him now, the truce with the London outfits will be blown to fucking pieces, alright?" Mickey shouted at Tom, both men staring daggers into each others eyes.
"Fuck the truce, Tommo!" Ivy spat pulling away from her father but still made sure she was in front of him. "You kill him, you lose me! And you do not want that." It was a bold statement, she just hoped Michael would back her up. Alfie moved passed his daughter, completely dismissing her words and speaking straight to Michael, "Don't worry about that truce, kid, right, cause it fell apart. You got nothing to worry about when it comes to the old scary London boys." The girl's father taunted. She tried to push him back again. "Which fucking side are you on, Alfie?" Michael's shouted, his voice echoing through the whole building. Fear pooled in Ivy's stomach, she didn't know he could shout like that, and she was unsure of whether or not Tommo would actually kill Alfie. Michael was right, in a sense; he did deserve it to some degree but he was still her father. She'd forgiven him for what he'd done, so surely Tom could do the same.
