by order of the fucking peaky blinders

45

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"Anyone here?" Scudboat calls round the house, "Scudboat?" Harrison questions, "what are you doing here?" Ada asks as the two walk into the room, "Scud, can you get me a wet cloth please?" Charlie whispers taking a seat and he nods walking over to the sink, whilst Ada comes to crouch next to her sister. "Is this what you were talking about?" Ada questions holding the diary up, "yeah, I only read the first few pages. Couldn't continue." Charlie replies, taking the cloth from Scudboat and furiously scrubbing at her forehead, "are we allowed to know what the hell is going on?" Harrison questions, "Ada, ive got another day, let me speak to Ziah first." Charlotte says looking at her sister, "tomorrow" Ada tells the eldest Muerte brother. "Call a meeting at my house." Charlie speaks and Scudboat nods, exiting the room to make the calls. "Why do I feel like me nor anyone is going to like what you have to tell us?" Harrison says, "because you're smart" Charlotte replies. "Can you take me home?" She adds and Ada nods, "I'll drop you home in your car, drive home in it, and bring it back tomorrow, get a lift home with Harrison." Ada tells her handing her the diary, "bye, see you tomorrow" Charlotte says hugging Harrison before leaving her childhood home with her older sister.

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"Where've you been? You left 8 hours ago, I've been scared fucking shitless." Isaiah exclaims as his wife walks into their living room, "hey, hey, what's wrong?" Isaiah says standing noticing she was upset, pulling her into his arms, enjoying the feeling as she slowly melted against him, as he lead her to the couch pulling her sideways into his lap so her head was against his shoulder. "Yesterday, I lied. The man on the phone was Theo's dad. Whilst cleaning through his belongings they found his diary. His Dad wanted to apologise, he didn't know about what his son had done. I didn't even know he'd done this." Charlotte sighs, "what'd he do?" Isaiah asks kissing her temple, "he used to break into my room and watch me sleep, that's not even the worse thing, and I've only read the first few pages. Isaiah he watched me sleep, and did stuff to himself whilst in my room." Charlie says vulnerably burying herself further into his chest as he processed this information, tightening his jaw and clenching his fists, doing his best to keep his anger in as to not scare her. He wished he'd killed the fucker more painfully now. Made him plead for death as they'd done with Gavin.
"Come here." He says softly pulling her closer, "why me Isaiah?" Charlotte asks, "why you?" Isaiah repeats confused, "out of everyone, you chose the damaged goods, the heartless murderer, you chose the one that throws fucking rum bottles at your head because she can't control her flashbacks, worthless. Used." Charlotte says dropping her head, "Char- doll." Isaiah says softly lifting her head but she looks away, "Charlotte, fucking look at me, now." Isaiah commands and she obeys, the intense gaze he had gave her butterflies, his hand still on her chin forcing her to look at him, "that is not fucking true, that is complete utter bullshit. I chose you because if there was no you, there'd be no anyone. No one else does it for me love. I chose you because there were no other fucking options in my eyes, no one comes fucking close. You are not worthless. You are not damaged goods. You are not used. The flashbacks arent your fault. You are an intelligent, charismatic, hilarious, gorgeous woman. You are priceless. You are the best thing that's happened to me, to Diego, to your family. To our family. And I fucking hate those cunts for making you feel this way, if I could I'd kill those fuckers again, do it every day even more painfully for what they did. It's not your fault, you do know that?" Isaiah speaks, and she sighs, "you think it's your fault? It's not your fault." Isaiah tells her, "but I kissed him" Charlie whispers, "a kiss isn't consent, a kiss doesn't mean you break into someone's fucking room. None of this, none of it is your fault. Damn those fuckers for what they've done." Isaiah replies, "you still ask for consent, even when we are married, why?" Charlie asks, "just because you're in a relationship doesn't mean you're entitled to things like that, consent is still needed even if you are husband and wife, nowhere in that contract does it say one is entitled to the others body." Isaiah says, "I don't want to read the rest," Charlotte tells him, as his hand rests against the side of her face his thumb caressing his cheek, "then you don't have to, and I won't if you don't want me to." Isaiah says, "no, if you want to read it, do it. The stuff I know so far just makes me physically sick." Charlie replies, leaning down to kiss him, "they're dead. Fucking dead, and I'll kill anyone that even thinks about it." Isaiah tells her holding her head between his hands, brushing her hair out of her face. "I trust you. I don't want anyone else to touch me, ever." She whispers in his ear, getting his hand sliding it up her thigh, as her other undid her trousers, "no one but you, I'm yours. All of me." Charlie says kissing him as his hand wiggled it's way into her trousers lifting her to pull them down. "I've created a sex demon haven't I?" Isaiah chuckles as she begins to grind herself against his hand before he'd even had a chance to start her off himself. "But your mine. My fucking wife." Isaiah tells her, one hand fingering her, the other coming to choke her slightly as he connected their lips, "I'm going to make you cum all night long" he whispers against her lips and she nods. "And I don't make vows I don't intend to keep." Isaiah says huskily, adding a third finger, watching in amusement as her eyes rolled back in her head.