moonlitmarquise
'-and i'm wasted, don't leave leave i just need a wake up call-'
Francis Swann was raised to inherit an empire.
Francis Dawson is supposed to be nobody.
Sent into Small Heath under a false name, Daniel Swann's daughter takes a position behind the bar at the Garrison with one purpose: find a missing shipment of military-grade guns before her father's enemies - or the Peaky Blinders - can get to them first.
But Small Heath is a place where secrets have teeth.
And Thomas Shelby has a particular talent for finding them.
As Frankie Dawson, Francis becomes another face in the Garrison crowd: a pretty barmaid with sharp eyes, steady hands and a past nobody thinks to question. But every drink she pours brings her deeper into the Shelby family's world, and every conversation with Tommy makes the line between deception and desire harder to see.
She was sent to uncover his secrets.
He intends to uncover hers.
And in a world built on loyalty, blood and betrayal, falling for Thomas Shelby may be the one thing Francis was never trained to survive.