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...
"Could you plant healing words in my wounds?" -Alexander Vasiliu
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{ 5 months later } Mariana's POV
"I'm fine Alfie" I reassured him for the thousandth time. "Don't exhaust yourself eh?" He mumbled, I sighed It'd been like this for months My wound was pretty much healed, it was only a knife wound after all.
As far as I know, Finn was on the mend, Nala had him cooped up in the house on bed rest. As for Tommy... he wouldn't see anyone. Ada was the only one really going in and out of the house, and that was only because she was taking care of Charlie. I helped out whenever I could but I'd been busy on my end.
I'd been to visit a few times, and I'd only ever seen Tommy through the window as he sat out in the woods Charlie was still crying for Grace every night And Ada was getting to her wits end.
Alfie had turned protective tenfold over the past few months He rarely let me leave the house on my own, and I had to do most of my work down at the distillery so I was in reaching distance. To settle his paranoia.
"Honestly I'm fine" I insisted, pulling my coat on "I'm coming with you" he said, making me roll my eyes "I know" I said, trying to hide my smile, it was kind of cute how protective he was being.
Mariana's Outfit
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Tommy had finally decide to come out of his pit, he had called everyone to the house And naturally we had to all come running. "He finally stopped moping?" Alfie grumbled, opening the front door for me I slapped his arm on the way out.
"He lost his wife Alfie" I scolded He just sighed at me "I know dove, but it's been months" he explained, getting into the driver's seat "So what... if I died you wouldn't grieve for a few months?" I asked
He looked at me, before focusing on backing out of the driveway "If you died... I'd probably fall apart love" he said.
I reached over and tangled my hand with his free one. "Ada said he's been locked in his office all night" I mumbled, looking out the window at the trees blurring together. "Mm well... go in, get out, then we can fuck off home" he grumbled.
