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...
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May •1911• Mariana's POV
"Talk then" I said, as we sat silently at the kitchen table "I'm... I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, I didn't even know what I was doing, I was drunk Mar" he said.
I looked at him for a moment, before he averted my gaze "Who hit you?" I asked "Maloney, he found out, Georgie told him it was me" he said
"Does it hurt?" I asked, he nodded once "Good" I said, leaning back and crossing my arms "What do you want Thomas?" I asked "I want to say I'm sorry" he said again "And you have done, is that all?" I asked
"Mar please, I don't want to lose you" he said "Yeah well maybe you should of thought of that before you slept with my friend" I said "Please try and understand I was drunk okay? And it's not like me and you are together" he tried to reason.
"Even if we aren't together, friends are off limits, that's just the way it is Tommy you know that? You'd be happy if I went and fucked Freddie?" I asked, he stopped, and looked down "Yeah thought not, Tommy you... you told me you loved me" I said.
"I know" he mumbled "And what was that about exactly? People don't say that accidentally, and definitely not during sex, was it true?" I asked "I-" "Was it true?" I asked. I wanted to rephrase. Is it true?
He didn't reply, just sat there, thinking "You know I thought we were... I..." I faltered, I didn't know what to say anymore "What?" He asked, a... hopeful look on his face "We kissed at the fair, we kissed at Christmas and then that night it was... it was different, it was like it was all that time ago, I.., felt for you, deeply felt for you and you- you ran out on me" I said.
I was hurt, and the tears threatening to spill were terrifying Because I didn't want to cry in front of him. "Felt for me?" He asked, I nodded "I thought maybe we were going to... I don't know, get back together? Get back to whatever we were" I muttered, embarrassed
I can't believe I thought we were anything more than a cheap fuck. Clearly that's all it was to him
"I'm sorry, I just... I freaked out and I couldn't handle it, us. And then at Danny's you... you ended things Mar not me" he changed direction "Because I thought it's what was best, for both of us. You didn't exactly object" I said.
"Because I wanted you to be happy" he said. "Happy?" I scoffed Was he serious? "I got... jealous alright?" He said "Jealous? Of what?" "I saw you, stood with Luca, agreeing to have dinner with him. After that night, after our night together and I just... I couldn't handle it" he said.
"You saw me talking to him... I never said I'd have dinner with him" I said, I was thankfully pulled away before I had to let the poor guy down. But he saw? He saw and he jumped into bed with another girl?
