THOMAS SHELBY IS NOT SOMEONE WHO'S VOCAL TO HIS MISTAKES but it's an entirely different discussion when it comes to Mercedes. The leader of Peaky Blinders knew he was in the wrong at that time, he shouldn't have had lost his patience and started the fight against Sabini's men especially that his woman was present. He was well aware that Mercy was still mad at him since she hadn't replied to any of his letters and returned any of his phone calls.
"Excuse me, delivery for... Ms. de Silva?" a man in a tuxedo suddenly burst into the clinic, a gigantic flower bouquet in his hand.
"Another one?" Olivia sighed, scratching her brow. It was only past lunch yet there had been seven deliveries for her friend, and she was certain it was from Thomas Shelby.
Mercy was inside the treating room and she couldn't disturb her, left with no choice, she signed the papers and received the flowers. Olivia examined the gift, and her eyes nearly bulged out of their socket when she noticed that there were brilliantly sparkling stones in the middle of it—a fine diamond necklace it was.
"Ain't you loaded, Mr. Shelby?" she grumbled to herself before taking the gift to Mercy's desk. As soon as Mercy's patient left the treatment room, a breath of relief escaped her throat as she realized it wasn't such a busy Wednesday afternoon today.
She was feeling restless these past few days and her lover's quarrel didn't help either. She couldn't forget the way how her fingers hugged the gun's trigger and how defeaning the gunshot noise was.
It kept ringing in her ears, that buzzing sound as if cicadas were singing next to her. And what made it worse was the disturbing memory of killing Jaime, it kept flashing before her eyes as she continues to remember pulling the trigger.
Jaime was crawling from her conscience's slits to the surface of her head, consuming and devouring her inner strength. His sinister grin as he willingly kissed death on the cheek, his voice and laugh that played over and over in her head like a broken disc record.
Jaime was festering her from the inside out, and any minute he would take over her completely—Mercy just wanted everything to end.
"Hun! You alright?" Olivia's voice snapped her out of dwam, eliciting a small gasp from her. Mercy glanced at the brunette and flashed a forced smile, "I'm fine, Libby," her right hand resting on the fresh bouquet on her desk.
Thomas had been sending her presents since yesterday, and most of them were rather extravagant and burdening to accept, like the diamond necklace she was now holding. Mercy began to wonder if Thomas truly knew her as a person.
Olivia squinted down her eyes at the raven-haired woman, her shoulder was leaned against the door frame, "D'ya want to wag off?" she asked, but Mercy just shook her head.
The de Silva woman slouched her back on the swivel chair, arms crossed over the chest, and eyes locked on the white ceiling. White sure does look peaceful and calming, unlike her mind that's been clouded by her thoughts—dark, cramped, and raucous.
"I'm okay, love. Don't worry 'bout me," Mercy muttered, her heavy eyes slowly drooping to the rhythm of squeaking electric fan. As the evening wore, she watched the hearth horizon that stretches far and wide drain of color from the windshield of her car.
Mercy raised her right brow as she noticed a woman walking in long strides on the sidewalk of the street, the strange woman was trembling and her coat was pulled closer to her body. She thought that the coat and hair looked oddly familiar, "Adalaide?" Mercy faltered, her head peeping out of the window.
Ada jumped to the sudden call out of her name and stopped in her tracks, sweat trickling down her forehead and her jaw was thrust forward, her mouth opened and closed without making a sound. "Ada? What's wrong?" Mercy asked, stopping the car and climbing out of it. As soon as Ada realized it was her friend, her legs collapsed underneath her.
"Hey!" the de Silva woman screamed, dashing towards her friend. Mercy's stomach felt hollow seeing that Ada looked so terrified and taken aback by something, she crouched down to Ada's level and drew her into a hug yet the Thorne widow flinched and pushed her body away.
Mercy had lost balance, causing her to stumble back. "Ada? What's—What happened, love?" she asked, confused about her friend's strange behavior.
Ada sniffled, her lips twitching and eyes widened in alarm, "I—I'm sorry... I didn't mean to push ya..." she apologized, casting her eyes to the raven-haired woman. "I know, I know. It's fine," Mercy quickly replied, leaping to her feet and helping Ada stand up. She dusted off her own and Ada's skirt.
"Come on, let's get inside the car first," Mercy said, and as they got into the car and Mercy began to drive, she couldn't help but glance at her side every second that passed. Ada was doing everything she could to keep from shaking like a leaf—she appeared exhausted and on the verge of passing out.
Their ride back to their house was short, quiet, and still. Ada never spoke of what had happened to her and Mercy wouldn't dare to pull words out of her mouth. She was left at sea, and today's event would be yet another reason to keep her thoughts awake. Ada dashed out of the car and headed into her room, where Karl was playing with Sol. The de Silva girl sensed that something was wrong that very minute and made herself scarce, she asked her older sister about it but silence was the only answer she received.
It was Sunday morning when the four of them dined together for breakfast, Ada returned to her usual temperament but the conversation Mercy was patiently waiting for never came to light, "I'll be going to Camden Town today," the raven-haired woman spoke, biting into a toasted loaf. "Do y'all want to come with me?" she added and glanced around the people dining with her, but they shook their heads in unison.
"We're taking Karl to the park, ate," Sol answered, popping a button mushroom in her mouth. The Thorne woman nodded, "Uh-huh, we'd be havin' picnic and ice cream," Mercy puckered her lips, feeling envious of their plans. Only if it weren't for Mrs. Blau then she would've gone with them too. She made a promise to Noah not long ago that she'd do a monthly check-up for his mother and today is the day for it.
Mercy rested her left hand on her chin, making a sad face and her lower lip thrust out, "I want to come with you lots."
"Let's a've another picnic next Sunday, yeah?" Ada suggested, gaze falling down on both of the de Silva sisters, "Yeah!" Karl chimed in as if he just understood what his mother had said, the three of them laughed at the adorable boy. The breakfast quickly ended and it was already time for Mercy to depart to Camden Town so she could return home early, "Take care, alright?" Mercy peered her head out of the window as Sol, Ada, and Karl were standing outside the house, seeing her off.
Mercy waved her hand back for the last time before igniting the engine. It only took an hour for her to arrive at Camden Town, as usual, the streets were busy and filled up with Londoners either working their asses off or relaxing for the day. Noah was already waiting outside their house when the car came to halt at Bayham street, the young Jewish's face lit up as soon as he noticed that Mercy really came for his mother.
"Ms. de Silva!" he greeted, rushing to open the door for her, Mercy greeted him back and let herself be ushered to the Blaus' simple abode. His mother was sitting in the living room, a white handkerchief in her hand, "Shalom, Mrs. Blau," Mercy approached the woman with a gentle smile and bobbed her head a little.
The health analysis was wrapped up like a bullet out of a gun, Noah's mother was getting healthy these past few weeks, and her cough was improving. As a present, Mrs. Blau gave Mercy a basket of sufganiyot, a Jewish doughnut filled with jelly. She was sure that Sol and Karl would've enjoyed these sweet treats. She planned on visiting the distillery to see Alfie and ask him for a lunch, even if it was Sunday, Alfie Solomons strongly believed that there was no rest for the wicked, and most of the employees still worked for the extra pay.
When she stepped inside the distillery, it was eerily quiet—Ollie was nowhere to be found, and only a few of the workers were present. She had never spoken to these men before, so the only thing she could offer them was a small smile. Mercy took off her heels, holding them in her hand, and walked barefoot down the hall, knowing Alfie would recognize her footsteps. She wanted to surprise him because it had been weeks since the last time they had seen each other.
But it wasn't Alfie who was taken aback by Mercy's visit, it was her.
And Thomas Shelby.
"What the fuck is going on, Alfie? Put down the fucking gun!" In shock, she raised her voice and dropped her heels as she noticed the revolver pointing directly at Thomas' head. The blinder jerked his head in her direction, gawking in disbelief and confusion as if waiting for Mercy to explain why she was in this distillery and how she knew the Jewish gangster.
"Oops, pardon me, yeah?" Alfie shrugged his shoulders and lowered the gun, a mischievous grin on his lips. Alfie was aware that Thomas still didn't know that Mercy and he were friends, and he was quite thrilled to see how things unfold right before his eyes.
"Why are you here?" Thomas asked, rising to his feet but Mercy ignored his question and walked towards him, "What happened to you?" she returned back the question, a sudden wave of coldness taking over her as she took notice of how beaten and battered Thomas' face was. His right eye looked like it was bleeding from the inside because of the broken blood vessel, her hand reached out to him and wiped the blood trickling down from his nose.
"—What happened to you, Thomas? Who did...this?" her voice came out in a whisper, almost stammering in words that wouldn't come out of her throat. Thomas inhaled sharply, "Answer my question, Mercedes. Why are you here and how the fuck do you know that man?" his left hand grabbed her arm with ruthless pressure, eliciting a small gasp from her.
"Oi, loosen that fuckin grip, mate. I can still shoot yer fuckin skull with one eye closed," Alfie spoke from their background, cocking his revolver for the second time. Mercy glared at Alfie but the corners of his mouth just curled up, Thomas sighed and let her arm go. "You and I will talk once we're done discussing business. Wait for me outside," he spoke calmly with the authority of a man who was not to be defied—his steely and frigid cerulean orbs boring into her eyes and his lips narrowing with disdain.
Thomas opened the door for her, Mercy locked gazes with him and moistened her dry lower lip, "Go on," he added, prompting her to leave the office. She blinked excessively, feeling the sudden stab of angst in her gut. Mercy turned on her heel without looking at Alfie and left the distillery
Gone was the smile on the Jewish gangster's face, he now looked like a lion poised to maul and tear his prey into shreds. He stared at Thomas with unforgiving judgment, "Ya best be careful, mate. Now, let's hear yer plan 'fore I change me fuckin mind and just blow yer brains out."
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a/n : lmfao pls i do be makin the most tacky chapter titles likw what the fuck is that ??/ steel??? lmao miss gurl u gotta do better. anyways alfie is so hot he can push me and shove his 6 inch nail inside me sorry not sorry