I'm With You - Tommy Shelby

Chapter 10

"What, Tommy? I've just got in from work!" I whine, annoyed I haven't been able to sit down at all.

"Calm down sweetheart," he says, making me glare at him.

"Well what is it?" I ask, grabbing an orange for myself.

"Eat something then come to ours, I need you to meet somebody," Tommy says, planting a kiss on my cheek.

I don't move from my spot, waiting for a certain word.

"Please," he grumbles, making me smile.

"Alright, I'll be down in five minutes," I say, kissing his cheek just before he exits my house.

I sit at the kitchen table, peeling my orange and eating it before going upstairs for a wee.

***

"Oh Michael, this is Evelyn, late as always," Arthur says, I can feel how awkward it is as I enter.

"Sorry," I whisper, embarrassed.

"She's Tommy's girl," John adds, making me blush.

I smile at Michael, not knowing how to greet him since I hadn't when I first encountered him as Henry.

I don't get a smile in return.

"Right, come on then," Tommy says, making me assume they've intruded on something.

"Doesn't remember a bloody thing," Arthur says once we're out of earshot.

"Shut up Arthur, not every brain works like ours," Tommy scolds, smacking him upside the head.

"Your with me, I need you to do my counting," Arthur says, dragging me in the opposite direction from Tommy and John.

"She's not much better than you, Arthur!" Tommy calls.

"At least I'm better!" I scoff, laughing.

"I want a whiskey in payment," I say as we reach the Garrison.

"Got my own bloody pub, Evie, how good is this?" He asks, looking around the place. "Very good, I'm glad you like it," I smile, following him to the back where the paperwork is.

"Check it for me?" He asks, letting me sit down as he goes to get me my drink.

I nod and begin checking it, only finding a few mistakes. But then again, I never grasped numbers so I might've missed some.

I stay quiet as I hear somebody enter the pub, assuming it's John or Finn and carry on with working out his numbers and making sure they're correct.

"Shit," I mumble, hearing a gunshot and rushing out.

"Get back in there Evelyn," Arthur says, wrestling the gun off a woman.

I nod and let him do his thing, knowing I'd be no use unless someone was hurt, and due to me seeing no blood or hearing a yell of pain, I'm assuming there is no injuries.

"Seven years of bad luck that is," John's voice says, letting me know I can poke my head out.

"You alright?" I ask Arthur, assessing him for injuries.