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...
"Isn't it funny how day by day nothing changes but when you look back everything is different" - C.S.Lewis
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August •1913• Tommy's POV
"Are you sure? I don't want to freak her out?" Freddie said cautiously "She'll be fine Fred, she's seen Tommy and Arthur, she let Pol in the other day for tea, she'd love to see you" John said confidently
"I just hope she wants to see me" John then added "She will" I said "Have you told her yet?" Freddie asked "Told her what?" I asked "About Greta" he said.
"No" "Why not? She'll find out eventually" he said "She doesn't have to find out, not right now anyway" I said "Tom, someone will tell her, you flaunted her fucking everywhere, you brought her to my wedding!" John stressed.
"I know" I said, more abruptly than I probably should have But I was worried About what she'd say, how she'd look at me She already hated me for Georgie I don't know how she'd react if she found out about Greta.
Or if she'd care at all.
But I only just got her back. And she wasn't herself anymore She needed us. She needed me. And I need her.
I don't want some stupid fling jeopardising that. "I'm sorry, I just don't want her finding out yet" I said.
"She will though and it'll be better coming from you than someone else" Freddie advised. I nodded, I know.
Mariana's POV
"Don't be nervous, she's excited to see you" Polly urged, pushing me gently into the room And I just stood there, in utter shock at the little girl in front of me
With her dark hair in bunches, a summery dress with small flowers on, and a blush of heat across her freckled cheeks She looked up, staring at me for a moment And my heart sunk at the thought of her not remembering me.
A feeling that quickly washed away as she ran towards me and hugged me tightly with her little arms "Mari!" She said happily, her eyes squeezed shut, putting all her strength into her hug "Hi darling" I said, bending down to hug her properly.
And it was the best feeling in the world She remembered me. "You're back!" She said, smiling as she pulled away "Yeah Nala, I'm back, I'm not going anywhere" I said "Good" she smiled.
"See, I told you, all she ever talks about is you" Polly said as she walked off into the kitchen.
Freddie's POV
God I hope she didn't hate me. I mean at least I was getting letters from her in prison But it was always business related I hope she still wants to know me.
