Peaky Blinders Imagines

Alfie x Reader: His Hidden Gem 1

Alfie Solomons x Reader – to the rest of the world, well excluding Thomas of course, he was dead. That was until Tommy had an unexpected visitor who claims to be his wife.

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Thomas Michael Shelby

Arrow House, Warwickshire, England

You read the address written on a small paper over and over again while seated inside a train. This man will hopefully have answers. He has to.

The last time you'd seen your husband was seven months. When rumors started going around of his demise, you brushed it off, noting that this wasn't the first-time shitty rumors like those were spread about him. But then the letters, the secret visits, even the phone calls stopped. But with no body to show, you decided to find the answers yourself.

Nobody, not even Alfie Solomon's most trusted men knew about your marriage. It wasn't a perfect one, but you were great together. It was a mutual decision to keep your relationship hidden for your safety and his sanity.

Married seven years ago in a small town away from Camden, you're both smug about the fact that 'til this day, nobody had any suspicion. Perhaps this is why Alfie always felt his enemies are beneath him. Them trying to pry on everything about him but always missing to discover he's happily married?

Fucking losers. He'd say.

"Alfie if you're really gone, please let me find you." You'd whisper every night after praying. "But if you're alive I'll fucking strangle you first for not contacting me." You'd finish off.

Warwickshire was two hours and a half away from Camden. Stepping out of the train, you were fortunate in finding a man offering his driving services for a fee. Telling him which house to drive to however, you saw the man visibly paled but nevertheless, kept his mouth shut and drove you there.

Upon knocking, you were then greeted by a woman who was probably the housekeeper.

You greeted her kindly and told her to tell Mr. Shelby that you were a former employee of Mr. Solomons.

While waiting, you were already trying to assess the place, looking for potential open windows to climb up to, just in case he'd deny your request. You came for answers, and you weren't leaving without one.

"Right this way, miss." The lady called your attention. The house was undoubtedly beautiful inside as it was out. And what caught your eye was a family painting of a man with piercing blue eyes, a lady with beautiful skin and golden hair, and a small boy who was a great combination of the two. Probably his family.

A big wooden door was opened for you and inside stood the man from the painting, pouring a drink on a clean glass.

As soon as the door behind you was shut, he started talking.

"Right miss..." He looked at you for a second to figure out if he's already met you. "You don't seem to be a former employee since I've seen every file there is of anyone associated with Mr. Solomons, so what are you here for?"

"You can call me Y/N. It's nice to meet you too, Mr. Shelby." You replied, walking to the front of his desk.

"You sound like you're from a high-class family. Drink?" He offered. The man wasn't wrong. You were born and raised in a wealthy family. One who had cut you off years ago after your refusal to get betrothed. But Alfie is also richer than most "high class" families - including your own.

"Yes, please." You answered taking a seat.

"Rum?"

"Whiskey. This is business." You answered.

"Mmhm. Because as how Alfie would put it, Rum's for fun." He answered, pouring you the drink, a small smile gracing his features. Clinking your glasses together, he was in the middle of drinking when you finally popped the question.

"Where's my husband?"

This caused him to almost choke on the alcohol. Clearly not what he was expecting.

"I'm sorry." He regained his composure. "Who?"

"Alfie." You answered half annoyed.

He seemed to have been in a state of shock. "You're lying. Who are you?"

"His wife of seven years." You threw a folded certificate on the table.

Picking it up and unfolding it, he read it and checked for any signs of forgery.

"Fucking hell." Tommy muttered. "He never told me he was married."

"Nor did anyone else know." You nodded.

"People say he's dead." He answered nonchalantly.

"Then where's the body?"

"I'm sorry, Y/N. I don't know." He sounded like he really had no idea. You sighed in exhaustion.

Tommy himself didn't know whether to tell you the truth or not. He himself had actually lost his wife. He knows how it feels to lose someone you were looking forward to spending your life with. But you still had a husband. He just chose to make the world think he's dead.

In the middle of the silence, a whimper, followed by some scratching was heard outside the door. You don't know what pushed you to stand up and approach the door, but with a glance back at Thomas you saw that he rolled his eyes like he knew the act was up.

Cyril.

Your dog who was practically your son jumped on you, almost tackling you down on the floor.

"I've missed you my baby. My, you look like you've been enjoying the food here too much." You were rubbing his sides, and telling him how much you've missed him when a sudden wave of realization washed over you.

Alfie took Cyril with him the last time he left for business.

Thomas Shelby knows.

Swiftly taking the small gun you had strapped by your leg, you turned around and aimed it at Thomas, who didn't look a tad bit surprised at your actions.

"Alright. I'll take you to him." That was all he said, before taking in another shot of alcohol and sitting down.