Mariana finds out the husband she grieved for is alive after all these years.
Now she must adjust to a new life with the return of Alfie Solomons, without Thomas Shelby and with the new threat of Michael Gray hanging over all of their heads.
Alfie...
"She was either wildly naive or dangerously intelligent"
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Alfie's POV
The bakery was dead most of the day Which left me to piss the day away in the barrel room I could have fucking given them all the day off with the mood I was in
I got her back I got my fucking wife back. Finally Everything was going to shit but here she was With me. Forgiving me After all the shit I put her through As my song ended, I noticed him
Standing in the middle of the room like a fucking child Waiting to be noticed. Cunt
"I always thought that opera was just fat people fucking shouting" I spoke up, making myself known "Yeah? What do you think now?" He asked He sounded the same "I think the sound of a tenor in full passion reminds me of the crying out of Italian soldiers when they had my bayonet inside of them" I explained, putting the record away
It wasn't a lie. But I also liked it because it reminded me of my Dove Of our perfect night... at least until that bitch interrupted us and ruined it.
"Ever since my own death, I have been somewhat haunted by it. Dear me..." I said, sitting down I looked at him for the first time Older. Uglier Fucking irritating face
"Do not light that" I warned as he flicked his lighter "No... were you not told of my condition?" I asked He sat for a moment, before he shut it off, taking the cigarette from his mouth and putting it away
"It's been a while Alfie" he said instead "Mm, it has indeed. Where did we last see each other Tommy?" I asked, feigning ignorance
"You know where" he answered, unfazed "Down on the beach... pouring rain, you... running after my Mrs, declaring your love for her eh?" I thought aloud "Alfie-"
"Turned you down thought didn't she? Tell you to pop off home-" "Alfie-" "And then she spent the night with me" I said, silencing him
"Spent many nights with me since eh?" I mused "Yes. That was the last time we properly saw each other" Tommy agreed coldly
I cocked my head "You know why you can't smoke in here? Do you?" I asked "Because of your conditi-"
"Because I need to see clearly, very fucking clearly, especially now you've pulled my wife into even more deep fucking shit, ain't you?" I asked He said nothing "What? Do you sense weakness in the Israelite?" I asked
