An insight into what Mariana Cortéz and Thomas Shelby were like before the violence and murder
And how they became so numb to the world around them.
How they came together and fell apart before the war.
And how the Shelby's became the notorious, ru...
"People think intimacy is about sex. But intimacy is about truth"
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May •1909• Tommy's POV
"It's good ain't it?" I asked, holding the ring up "Yeah, it's nice" Freddie agreed David was out today We were all going to be celebrating So I was working up the courage to ask her tomorrow night, to officially make her mine.
To live an honest life, do it better than mum and dad did To love her and keep her safe.
Mariana's POV
The past week had been strange Tommy hadn't really spoke to me much Every time I saw him he ducked out too quick for me to actually speak to him Same for Freddie I was beginning to think he'd gone off me
I know we weren't anything serious But to me he was beginning to be I had feelings for him that ran too deep for just friends "Mari, a word" Pol said
I stood up from my desk, heading for the office "No, the house" she said, disappearing into the house
"What? Is everything alright?" I asked "No, it's not" she said "What is it?" I asked "Tommy's badgered me for days to not say anything, but I want to talk about it. I know you killed someone" she said bluntly.
"Pol" I said harshly, looking back into the office before I shut the door quickly "You know?" I asked "Of course I know, I know everything" she said "How did you find out?" I asked
"The boys were talking, I overheard, mind telling me what happened? And why the fuck you murdered someone!" She said angrily "I..." I faltered, sitting down And explaining everything.
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"You idiot" she said "I didn't mean to, I... I lost control" I said She sighed "Can it be traced back to you?" She asked "What?"
"The body, the murder, can it be traced back to you? Will anyone ever find the body?" She asked "No, I mean I don't think so" I said
It was buried deep. "Good, then you never speak of it to anyone" she said "I'm speaking to you" I said "You know what I mean" she said
"Never breathe a word of it, you push it out of your head, it never happened" she said.
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"I can't believe it" I smiled, hugging David to me Actually hugging him, being able to... "Me neither" he smiled, pulling away He looked older, scruffier I couldn't wait to take him home Have him safe.
