𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒅, 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒈𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒊𝒆. Paul lahote x oc

The only thing more dangerous than a Shelby with a gun is a Shelby in love. Nell Shelby is a name spoken in whispers. She is the "Iron Princess" of the Small Heath, a woman with the calculating mind of Tommy and the defiant heart of Ada. She doesn't scream to be heard, and she doesn't use a gun when a single, well-placed word could do more damage. She is the Shelby's most lethal asset: the negotiator who never blinks. When the power struggle for London reaches a fever pitch, Tommy Shelby makes a calculated move. He sends Nell to Camden Town to oversee the distillery of the one man he can't control. The brilliant, erratic, and utterly mad Alfie Solomons. Tommy's instructions were simple: Watch him. Report back. Don't let him breathe. But behind the locked doors of the distillery, the cold war between the Lion and the Shelby turns into something far more dangerous. In the moments between business deals, Alfie finds the fire beneath Nell's silk dresses, and Nell finds the only man alive who is brilliant enough to keep her interested.

Alfie Solomon's, 36, an ex-soldier, leader of the Jewish gang, illegal distillery owner and... baker. Was heartless and savage mentioned in that description? When Thomas Shelby agreed to Alfie's demands of getting a secretary for him he never thought that it would've been Tommys younger sister that would unlock his wounded heart. Sophia Shelby, 24, younger sister of Thomas Shelby, a sight for sore eyes, heavily protected by her brothers and was it mentioned that she was looking for a job to occupy her time? Never in a million years did she think that she would be working for Mr Solomon's, let alone the rest that came with it. But Sophia wasn't an easy catch, as well as the prettiest she was also the most skilled of the Shelby clan. But sometimes she let herself slip...

Lily Teahan enjoys her quaint life in Margate. As far as she knows, there's no need for excitement. That is until she stumbles across a man bleeding to death on the beach and she finds herself woven into the fabric of Alfie Solomons' tale.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐕𝐎𝐈𝐃 || 𝘛𝘩𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘣𝘰𝘭𝘵𝘴* ❜ ❪ ʙᴏʙ (ꜱᴇɴᴛʀʏ) ʀᴇʏɴᴏʟᴅꜱ ❫ ⋆˚꩜｡ "𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙙𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩?" John asked the void that loomed above them. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐝 only chuckled at them, its shadowy, black-like form looming over them. "𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥. 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝚐̷𝚒̷𝚛̷𝚕̷." the Void replied, his strange, shadow-like eyes locked onto Anya. ⋆˚꩜｡ ╰┈➤ 𝙰̷𝚗̷𝚢̷𝚊̷ 𝙺̷𝚊̷𝚟̷𝚒̷𝚔̷ never knew what real life was. Not really. Her world had always been cold concrete walls, whispered orders, and the sting of obedience. The Red Room was her only reality. She was a Black Widow-trained, molded, weaponized-just like the legendary Natasha Romanoff and her sister. But that life, as merciless and rigid as it was, came to an end. And when it did, something inside her cracked. She felt it like a shadow curling through her veins. 𝘼 𝙫𝙤𝙞𝙙. Emptiness where purpose used to be. She tried to keep going, tried to silence the hollow ache by doing the only thing she had ever known-fighting, following, surviving. Mission after mission. No questions. No attachments. Just muscle memory and ghosts. Until she met 𝓥𝓪𝓵𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓪. That was when everything shifted. When survival turned into strategy. When the void inside her was no longer something to run from... but something to control. Then she met 𝙝𝙞𝙢. The innocent boy, caught in Valentina's trap, discarded like a pawn to be incinerated in the vault. But there was something about him, an unexpected spark that drew her in, despite everything she tried to ignore. But the more 𝙰̷𝚗̷𝚢̷𝚊̷ got to know ʙᴏʙ, the more she was drawn into his 𝙑𝙊𝙄𝘿. ── .✦ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴜᴘᴛᴀᴅᴇ ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪ ꜰɪɴɪꜱʜ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ ᴀ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ^^

You worked alone, but overhearing a conversation made you consider a team just this once. Being the most feared and skilled operator had its perks - but it also had a long list of enemies ready to have your head as a trophy. One enemy in particular stopping at nothing. He was going to have you one way or another - and there was no denying him. There was no denying Konig.