PEAKY BLINDERS IMAGINES

Tommy Shelby - 'Races'

You roll your eyes and huff in annoyance; ultimately terrified of what could happen.

"If you want to be part of my organisation, you have to make sacrifices." He frowned and pulled you to look at him. "Do we have a deal?"

"Two hours?" You confirm and he nods his head. "Then Yeah."

He walks off and a girl wraps herself around tommy; flirting with him and him flirting back.

*

"Bet he said you could have me, didn't he?" You frown to billy as you enter his house. "While he has her."

"That's the arrangement, isn't it?" He laughs mockingly.

"Yours might be a prostitute, but I'm not." You snap and billy turns to glare at you. "So is she a prostitute?"

"God's honest truth? I don't know what she is." He laughs and comes closer to you. "You showed me up back there at the races. Not dancing with me straight away."

He pulls off his jacket as he comes closer.

"Why don't you teach me how to dance properly?" He smirks and puts the record on and walks closer to you. But you take steps back.

"The music is too slow." You stutter. "Put on a Charleston."

"Then we'd be far away." He growls playfully and pulls you against him. "I want to dance like this."

You stay stiff as he moves his hands all over your body; tears pricking to your eyes as you want to kill the man.

"Come on." He growls annoyed and touches your ass. "You weren't so stiff back there, were you? You ever been in a house this big?"

You stay quiet.

"Hm?" He looks at you and rips open your dress; buttons falling to the ground as you stand there half naked. With your dress covering you like an open dressing gown.

"You look like a bloody film star." He gawks.

"I want a cigarette." You stutter and he looks to you; smashing his glass to the ground.

"Oh, look, I dropped something." He fake gasped. "Pick it up."

"Pick it up yourself." You snap to him and he rushes over to you; pulling your hair as he comes to the glass and throwing you to the ground.

"You're a fucking barmaid." He screams. "If I drop a glass on the floor, you pick it up."

You don't move and he starts to get pissed off; taking off his trousers he puts his hand down.

"I want to watch you pick it up." He purrs and you shake your head no.

Standing back up you watch him carefully, getting more and more nervous.

"Right, you little slag. I have tried to be nice. If I drop a glass on the floor, you bend over and fucking pick up the fucking glass, OK?" He pulls you so you are against the bend; bent over it and he pushes up your skirt and you let out a shout.

The sound of the door opening stops the man from doing something you would rather die than take part in.

"What?!" He screams to the intruder. You look up to see Tommy staring at you; tears in your eyes, you see the guilt he has in his.

"No, sir no." Tommy fake gasps.

"What are you doing here? I've got another hour." Billy growls and goes to start.

"Just wait - listen to me." He stops him once more. "Just listen to me. I was going to let you go through with it, but in the end, my conscience got the better of me.
She looks good on the outside ... but she has the clap."

I didn't know whether to be pissed off with tommy or glad he managed to stop it from happening.

"Yeah?" Billy frowned and turned his nose up at you.

"Syphilis." Tommy says. "When you took a shine to her, I thought I'd use her. Somebody told me she had syph and I thought, "What the hell?" Call it my better nature."

"She's, she's a whore." Billy snaps and you stand up quickly; covering yourself as tommy gives you his jacket. Snatching it from his hands you put it on.

"Just go and wait in the car." He whisper and holds your arm.

"I can walk on my own!" You yell and get into the car.

Tommy finally comes out after you. Getting in the car, he sees the tears that have been falling down your cheek. He says nothing but starts the car.

"Start of the day, I was Lady Sarah of Connemara." You speak with a hoarse voice. "By the end, I was a whore with the clap. You're a fucking bastard, offering me like that."

You turned to face him and he bit down on his lip.

"But then you changed your mind." You frown and he clenches his jaw. Pulling over the car. "Why did you change your mind, Thomas?"

He says nothing as he stops the car.

"Thomas!" You snap.

"Because I fucking care about you!" He yells and you stare at him in shock; before he presses his lips against yours and making you melt into a pit of love on the seat beside him.