Steph had managed to convince her father to go with him so they were sitting inside Luca's temporary home. Luca has set out a load of cakes and biscuits for them to eat on the table he was sat opposite on. So far they James had explained there was yet to be a plan on Tommy's side.
"I've sent 2 men." Luca said. His voice was soft but his Italian accent was hard. "They will kill Arthur in his own workshop." He said.
"That's a great idea." James said nodding his head. "They'll never expect it. They think they know all the workers."
Luca laughed a little. "Yes James, I have logic behind my plans." He rolled his eyes. They all let out a small smile.
Steph cleared her throat making it clear that she was next to speak. "There is a lady, Mrs Ross. Arthur killed her son so I think we can definitely have her as an ally." She suggested.
Luca brought his thumb and finger to his chin, thinking and nodding. "I think that's a good idea." He said. A smile flew across Steph's face but quickly left. "I'll get in contact with her."
"Alright."
Luca stood up. "I've got to speak to my family, I'll be in contact." He said walking over and hugging them. "Goodbye."
"See you." They both replied any left.
There conversations were brief in England. They had to be. If anyone saw them together than they would both be dead. And if anyone saw them together than so would Luca.
Steph had decided to go to the Rocks pub her friend had told her about. Oliver Moore was his name. They had been best friends for the longest time. They grew up close and stayed close. If Steph ever needed advice she would go straight to Oliver, and he would do the same to her. Everyone else thought that Oliver was in love with Steph, just like everyone else. But Steph knew his secret. He was gay.
The pub was bustling with people. Steph thought it must have been an occasion. They both stepped in and were immediately engulfed by cigarette smoke and alcohol fumes, not to mention the invigorating atmosphere. They both slightly pushed their way through the crowd and over to the bar. The barman came over straight away and took their orders. Steph had white rum and Oliver beer. They collected their drinks and managed to find an empty booth they sat in.
"I think there's a show tonight." Oliver shouted, although Steph could still barely hear him over the noise.
"Oh really?" Steph nodded her head. "What kind?"
Oliver took a sip of his beer and scanned the stage, trying to find the answer. "Singing I'd guess." He chuckled. "Maybe they'll even invite you up there." He smiled.
There was no doubt Oliver knew the privilege he held being Steph's best friend. He felt safe with her, like he wouldn't be judged for anything, even being gay. But he knew that was a secret that shan't he told.
"Maybe maybe." She laughed drinking some of the rum. Steph scanned her eyes round the room also. It was large, with a stage at the back of it. Steph thought maybe it was more of a nightclub. The room was mostly filled with males. In fact she was one of 4 females in the room. She counted.
"I think we should get totally fucked." Oliver said tapping on her arm. "Maybe cocaine, opium, ecstasy, acid-"
"You already know James will kill me." She cut him off.
Oliver sighed. "Only a little then?" He frowned playfully, but much to Steph's pleasure the lights went off and the show had started. A woman came out on stage and sang. She was really good. Some may say she had a voice of an angel. She sang a few songs before retreating back.
"Miss Vanslow." A woman called. The woman had called her name multiple times but over the talking and background music which was back on she didn't hear. "May I sit?" The woman asked. She had short dark hair and a smile plastered on her face.
Steph nodded and waved her arm allowing her to sit at their table. Oliver's eyes were confused looking at the woman. "My name is Jessie Eden. I've heard you are in business with Thomas Shelby." She explained. Steph raised her eyebrow curiously.
"Right." She said swirling her drink in the cup.
Jessie bit her lip, looking at the cup, and then looked back up at Steph. She was clearly debating something. "To give you some context, I am the woman that brings everyone out on strike." She said proudly, and with a grin. Noticing the blank look on Steph's face it soon fell. Jessie breathed in. "I just wanted to ask if you would be interested in supporting the cause, protesting, donating. I think having your name on the project would be a real help." She admitted.
"If you sent me the details of this 'project' I'll read them when I have time and let you know. For now I can't agree to something i know nothing about." Steph explained. Jessie nodded. "Now if you don't mind I'm trying to enjoy the evening." Steph smiled weakly and the woman left.
"You really are a celebrity." Oliver laughed and pushed her slightly from across the table. Steph chuckled and rolled her eyes playfully.
"You can't seem to get away. Why can't people approach you for business, in business hours!" She exclaimed.
"You are too special for that." He smiled.
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Destruction || Peaky Blinders
Fanfiction"You are too beautiful for your own good. That's why you destroy everything you touch." There was one thing you were told if you were in a known gang in England. Beware of Steph Vanslow.
