𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃, ⁱˢⁱᵃʰ ʲᵉˢᵘˢ

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"This is very fucking unusual" he whispered. "So call Moss" John suggested. "They're from out of town, London" Florence sighed, placing her feet on the table. John frowned, "How do you know"

"Can tell by the look of their boots"

"Since when were we scared of coppers, Tom?" John asked as Tommy loaded up his gun. "Since things changed, John"

A loud scream came from outside, Esme. The door swung open and Florence grabbed her gun from the table, cocking it.

Coppers stormed in, dragging Esme around. "Scotland Yard! Get down, Police" one shouted.

Esme continued screaming. "She's fucking pregnant, let her go" Florence shouted. They ignored her. "John," Tommy spoke. "John, John it's the yard"

Tommy placed his hands up, lowering the gun. The coppers forced the three onto their knees. "Get off" Florence hissed.

"Get off, get off" Esme kicked, struggling. John charged. "Let her fucking go she's pregnant" he argued. "Leave her alone" Tommy shouted.

"What the fuck is happening Tom" John shouted as Coppers held him. Esme continued screaming. "Put me down"

"Tell Polly is Russian business, John" he said as they took Tommy away from the house.

Florence panted, getting up off her feet. "Come on Esme" Florence whispered, she looked at the police beside her. "Let go of her, now" she threatened. "I said let go of her" she hissed.

They slowly let go of her and Esme pushed past them.

"Get out of the fucking house" Florence pointed.

-

Tommy looked at Father Hughes as he walked into the cell. "Go on" he whispered to the dog. "Sit" he said. Tommy watched as the dog sat. "I was talking to you Mr Shelby"

Tommy sighed, kneeling down beside the dog. "So the odd fellows want you to know that any deviation from your instructions will have consequences"

"What's your dogs name?"

Hughes ignored the questions. "You visited your sister,"

"Eh? What's your name, boy" he looked down at the dog. The dog snarled. "Your sister is a potential security breach, she has connections with the Bolsheviks in London who have connections with the soviet embassy"

"I think i'll just call your dog boy. You love your Boy don't you?" he said bluntly.

"Understand this, you have the local police in your pocket, we have Scotland Yard. They do what we tell them, just as surely as this dog"

"Let him off the leash"

"Are you hearing me, Mr Shelby?"

"I can charm dogs. Gypsy witchcraft. And those i can't charm i can kill with my own hands. You learn it when you have a dog on a boat, they go fucking mad in tunnels. I feel like i'm in a tunnel now. You know that feeling when you have to kill or be killed.?" he looks at the dog.

"Let the dog off the leash and give the order you give in Gaelic. Like i'm told you do when someone displease you or someone reports you"

"Visit your sister again and she will die crossing the road" he threatened.

Tommy stood, petting the dog. "Kill" he said in Gaelic. The dog did nothing. "Now you say it. If you wanted me dead i'd be dead wouldn't i"

The priest scoffed. "It's true, it's true we do need you alive but when you go home today, Mr Shelby, be sure to check under your little boys pillow"

-

Tommy rushed through his house and up the stairs into Charles' room. He looked at the sleeping boy, carefully reaching under his pillow, searching. He pulled out a white card that read 'The Co-operative Crematorium'

He turns it over and it had the words, 'Charles Shelby R.I.P' wrote on it.

Tommy leaned against the window, hushing the boy when he stirred. "Is everything alright?" Grace appears, checking on the two.

"Yes. Everything's fine. Everything's fine" he held her shoulder. "Yeah"

"You promised, Tommy,"

He breathed heavily. "I trust you", Grace said. He nodded, pulling her into a hug.

"I trust you, Tommy"

"Yes. He's fine, he's fine"