DUNDEE // John Shelby

Chapter Eight

"Atta girl," Arthur gave me a one armed hug from his standing position and slapped the paper over to Thomas. They were all smiling and laughing. All until they heard a knock at the door.

They all looked over to the wooden frame, seeing if it was someone they knew. I didn't have a clear view of the window since they were blurred. Thomas looked at Polly, then got up and grabbed his gun. Surely the Birmingham boys wouldn't come to the house.

I was scared, nonetheless. I felt as if i had an ulcer in my stomach from the stress in this very moment. Did the Irish police find me? Was it the ASC? Was it some god forbidden swedish man who i pissed off over in Sweden? Who the fuck knows at this point.

Thomas opened the door slowly, pointing the gun at the man in the doorway. John kept his hand on the back of my chair as the door was opened all the way.

"I'm looking for Sofia Dundee."

I looked at John, then at Polly, then pushed my chair back and ran to the door. Thomas lowered his gun once he saw my arms around my brother's neck. It was Andrew. It was my 15 year old brother.

"What the hell are you doing here? Why aren't you at home? How the hell did you find me?" I suddenly pushed him back and yelled at him. His face dropped. He came here on a black Arabian horse, which he tied to a nearby railing.

"Can we talk?" he asked calmly. He still had a thicker accent than me. It was between Australian and Colombian. He wasn't around for my Fathers Italian accent that long.

I looked over to Thomas, who still seemed uneasy about a random boy showing up at his doorstep. He sighed in response. "Search him." and i did. I patted him down for any weapons he had. Two guns and a knife. We are siblings after all.

I brought my brother to the dinner table where papers still laid from the business deal ten minutes ago. I flipped them all over and sat down where Thomas had previously been sitting. I was pissed and pleased at the same time.

"Uhm," he cleared his throat, looking at all the people staring at him in the room. Polly pulled Finn, Arthur and Thomas away from the two of us, and had John watching from the corner. They didn't know my brother, and well, my brother was kind of stupid.

"Matt's dead. He was killed by a French gang called the Giovanni's. He was trying to find dad," he said, sliding a small box towards me. I opened it, revealing a piece of paper and the cross I got for him when he was ten years old.

Sofia, if you got this box, it means i died before you. Ever since you left, I've been taking care of the family. I've helped mom get back on her feet since dad never came back. She got so bad when the war ended, I went to France to try and attempt and find him. Given our Colombian and Italian features, a French gang by the name of Giovanni's got me. They gave me ten minutes to write whatever I needed to write to my family. You were the first in mind. I've always tried to copy off of you, but never made it as far. I've always looked up to my sister.

Do not grieve over me, Sofia. I did this shit to myself.
Antonio Dundee

"Still doesn't answer two of my questions. Why are you in England and how did you find me?" i deadpanned.

"I heard about Billy Kimber's men getting their eyes burnt out, it reminded me of that Doctor you always hung around. Couldn't help but ask if you've been in town." he gave me a slight smile, but i didn't return it. "Im in England to tell you that Mom's sick, and well, Matthew died. But other than that, im here for a good time."

I scoffed. "Go home, Andrew."

"Don't be like that, Sof," he pleaded, wanting to get a good reaction out of me.

"God you are so unaware of your surroundings," I groaned, standing up. "Meet me at the Garrison tomorrow. You're disrespecting the Shelby's by being here."

"The Shelby's..." he gave a sly laugh. "You associate with those fuckin' bastards? Do you not know how many people have suffered because- " I cut him off, slapping his face as hard as I could.

"Andrew, leave." I told him. He laughed as he rolled his eyes and slammed the door. I sat down and put my face in my hands. How could i be so fucking stupid.

Thomas came into the room, cigarette in his lips per usual. He looked my up and down while John sat by my side, being there for comfort.

"Who is Sofia?" Thomas asked me coldly. I wiped the tears from under my eyes and looked at him.

"Its what my brothers call me back at home. It's a middle name. Family name." i told him while tears were running down my cheeks. I wiped them as soon as i felt them.

"You lie," Thomas pressed on. I didn't lie, I just forgot.

"Thomas please," Polly interrupted him, stepping in front of him. "Did you not hear the boy? She just lost her bloody brother. Have some fucking respect."

"He's right, Polly." i looked up at her. "I should've told you, it just never crossed my mind." i stood up while wiping tears from my cheeks as i looked at Thomas. I felt like he was forgiving me with his eyes, not his words.

"It's late, we'll talk in the morning." He walked past me, going to his separate room. I looked over at Polly with teary eyes, hoping they wouldn't spill over.

"Im sorry. I should have told you-" she cut me off by pulling me into a hug. Her hugs were like a mothers hugs. You always loved them. They always provided warmth and a sense of protection for you.

"I think youre overwhelmed and sleep deprived, love. I'm sure John will let you stay with him again." She told me. John nodded behind my back as i pulled away from Polly. "I dont want you two staying up and laughing like you did the other night. Get some sleep."

Once John closed the door to his room, he took his suit off, leaving him in a t shirt and boxer shorts. I was in pants and a bra. It didn't really matter though, the covers would be covering me for most of the night.

I just felt like i was taking advantage of this family. Im not part of it, yet im with them almost all the time. I feel like a burden they have to take care of since i took care of them once. Its almost like im a fucking kid again, waiting for something i know im not going to get.

Tears brimmed my eyes again as I looked out the window, seeing the moon shine in through the glass. I let them silently fall down my cheeks and onto the floor.

"Toni, stop fucking crying and come here," John said blankly as he pulled my shoulders into his. I wrapped my arms around his neck and ran my hands through his hair. I made my breathing even as he hugged my waist.

"Im acting like such a bitch right now," i mumbled into his chest, causing him to muffle a laugh.

"I couldn't imagine losing one of my brothers. Youre allowed to cry about it." he told me, kissing the side of my head. I couldn't help but smile at the act. How could someone so dangerous be so caring at the same time?

I got into the bed, then got closer to John. he was warm and i felt like i was ice cold. I felt like i was freezing for some reason.

"Thank you for letting me stay with you." I told him. He laughed a little bit, giving me a kiss on the top of the head.

"Stay whenever you'd like."