𝐕𝐨𝐫𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐮𝐝𝐞 - 𝑎. 𝑠𝑜𝑙𝑜𝑚𝑜𝑛𝑠

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"No. You should be thanking me. Im the one who saved your ass. I was the one who carried, protected, and stood by your side for almost a week!" She shouted, loosing the battle with whatever patience she had left. "And I mean, have you even thought about the others? How they will react? Hm? Finn? Arthur? What happens when they loose focus in what's important, Tom?"

"You are not their mother, they can handle themselves." Thomas once again informs his sister, only to start off walking again. She immediately follows, not caring about the nasty mug expression she held. "No, no. They certainly cannot!" She continues exclaiming while following behind her brother, who's patience was running thin.

"Arthur needs someone to talk too. He needs someone to keep him on the right track, Tommy."

"A-And Finn, he's just a kid. He's going to get himself into trouble. If you do not pay attention—"

"They will be taken care of!" Tommy exclaims, halting and turning around to face his sister. He had a face written with full irritation. "Yeah? Like what?" Elinor asks her brother, full of doubt.

"I will." He shrugs, as if it were obvious fix. She couldn't help but scoff again at the mans words. "Tommy you can barely look after yourself." She points out, irritation still laced within her tone.

"Fine—I will task Pol' to look after them." He informs her with an eye roll. "Happy?" He asks, despite seeing his sister relax slightly in her posture. Although, despite her small sign of relaxation, her unsure gaze told him that the topic of this particular conversation wasn't completely finished.

"Let's go find Ada—come on."

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"Ada." Immediately the woman spring around, eyes widen and eyebrows furrowed. "How the fuck did you find me? What are you reading Polly's letters?"

"Polly showed me the letters—look, you think you're safe because you've moved flat, but you're not. Polly thinks the same."

"When will you understand? I just want you all out of my life."

"Can't wait to move in." Elinor sarcastically mutters to herself, clearly taking offense to her sister's comment. She definitely understood where her sister was coming from, but the words stung. Luckily, Ada didn't hear her sister comment due to her brother pointing out her injuries.

"Look at us, eh? It'll happen again."

"Yeah, well, next time I'll be ready. In fact, I want them to try again." Ada says while pulling out a hand gun from her purse. "Cause I'll shoot their balls off." Ada adds while waving her gun, not caring about the normal people walking by. Tommy immediately grabs ahold of her weapon and places it back into her purse. "Get away from me. I'm late for work." She spats irritatedly while removing her brother's grasp from her wrist.

"All right, fine." Tommy sighs out, before holding his hands up to his youngest his sister. "Just take this—Take it." Tommy tells her, immediately handing an key it into the palm of her hands.

"Where you're living now is right on the edge of Sabini's territory. And all the coppers round three work for him. I've got a lot of money coming in that I can't put through the banks. My accountant says the best thing to buy is the property for cash and put it in the name of a family member." Ada could only roll her eyes for the first half of his explanation, only to gasp at the end.

"A house? A whole house?" She asks in disbelief, eyebrows still furrowed & mouth agape.

"It's all yours... Well, you'll have to share it with Elinor." Tommy explains before turning to face his other sibling.

"Elinor?"

"It's big enough, don't worry— four stories, eight bedrooms, kitchen, scullery, and rooms for a maid if your political conscience will allow."

"Eli? Living with me?" She repeats, almost in disbelief. "That a problem?" Tom asks with an slightly raised eyebrow.

"No, no. Not at all—just wondering when she was ever allowed to leave." She fires back in a snarky tone, only causing Tommy to roll his eyes.

"Tommy got me a job in Camden Town, So I'm needed here for the time being." Elinor explains for her brother, which causes Ada to raise her left brow.

"Camden Town?" She repeats in question, looking over at her brother for further explanation. "It's a long story—I'll explain later." Elinor tells her sister, all while side eyeing her eldest brother.

"I'll leave you two be, must be on my way." He sighs out in annoyance, before walking off in the opposite direction. The two sister watched him disappear before turning to face one another with an smile.

"I'll be home in a few hours. Could you pick up Karl in an hour from the sitters?"

"Of course."

♡︎

After shopping for a few grocery's at the nearby market, Elinor picked up Karl from the sitters before they both went to look at the new home.

"Look at this Karl." Elinor says in amazement once as they near the front door. "Woah." He mutters to himself. "Uncle Tommy wasn't kidding when he said this was a big place." She states as she sets the grocery bag onto the ground, all while balancing Karl on her hip, and unlocking the door.

Once she opens the door, Karl wiggles out of her grasp, and pushes himself inside. Quickly she grabs ahold of the groceries, before following. "Wooooah!" Karl sings loudly, a smile of amazement on his face.
"Woah, is right." She says smiling herself, before locking the door behind them.

Karl was now running around in an open space, arms out flat, mimicking an plane. His laughter bounced off the walls, echoing in certain spots of the home. The sun shined brightly through the living room windows, which she loved most about the place.

"Let's set the groceries into the kitchen." She tells the young boy, leading the way inside to the enormous kitchen. The moment she places the bag of food onto the table, Karl plants himself beside her with a big smile.

"Are we going to live here?" He asks, hope filled to the brim in his innocent doe like eyes.

"Depends if your mum likes it." She tells him, whilst pulling out the bottle of red wine, pasta, and loaf of garlic bread.

"I hope so." The boy whispers over to her, still smiling wide. "Me too." She whispers toward
her Nephew, a smile of her own forming.