1927 - The Garrison
Saturday 1st November, 7:32pm
Since the races, Isabella and Finn had never stopped talking to each other. They asked hundreds of questions, asking what their lives were like young and what they were like growing up. They talked about what they hoped their lives would've turned out like in their minds, with and without each other. Isabella made it clear to Finn she wanted two dogs, Finn agreed with the idea but he wasn't too fond at first.
Isabella was scared of the conversation of her scars though. It was something that haunted her since the days it happened. She knew she had to be honest with Finn at some point, and she knew it was killing Finn slowly since he clueless on the subject. If it was up to her she would never tell him. The time would come though.
Isabella was sat at the bar in The Garrison, waiting for Esme to finish 'talking' with John in the cubicles and come back to her. Isabella wasn't the biggest fan of Linda, but she still enjoyed her company. Linda was more formal than the rest of the family, which made it seem more like her home in Monaco when they were speaking.
"That man over there keeps looking at you Bella," Linda said in a hushed voice, Isabella turned her head to the side and Linda grabbed it and pulled it back "don't look. He is looking right at you."
Isabella turned to the side slightly, beginning to feel the pair of eyes on her which Linda had pointed out.
"I wish Finn would come back soon, maybe he might back off a little." Isabella looked at Linda. She was used to the attention from men in different countries, but she had never seen anything bad until she came to England. The men were vicious here, with no feeling of sorry towards women. She had been told it was hard for a woman to find a decent, loving man. It made her proud of Finn for not being an arsehole.
Just as she spoke, Finn came bounding through the doors with Arthur. Linda's eyes widened as she saw the white powder which was rested underneath their noses.
"Arthur," she shouted "you've been doing snow again? What did we just talk about last night."
"Linda, my dear, have I told you that you look bloody amazing today?" he smiled, he patted Isabella's shoulder and she turned towards the bar as he guided Linda away.
Isabella couldn't help but notice how Finn walked straight past her, without a smile or second glance at her. He sat in a booth with Isiah and a few others who Isabella hadn't seen before. A couple being girls.
"Two whiskeys please." someone said, as they sat onto the empty seat next to her. Isabella finished the rest of hers before turning herself out of her chair, but a hand stopped her, "I got the second one for you darling."
"Thank you but, I think I'm done drinking for today." Isabella said, she sent the man a smile, realising it was the same man who Linda pointed out before.
"Come on, your boyfriend seems busy so just have a seat and enjoy yourself." the man grinned at Isabella, making her feel slightly uneasy but she saw how the girls were beginning to get closer to Finn.
"If you say so, just one though I do need to be getting home." Isabella said.
Within the next hour, Isabella had been talking with the man, called Peter. She kept noticing how Finn had one of the girls sat on the end of his knee, with the other laying on his arm. She decided against having one drink and spoke more and more with Peter.
Isabella turned once more and realised Finn was looking straight at her, his eyes were dark and he wrapped his arm around both girls. Isabella didn't move her eyes from his and she placed her hands on the bottom of Peter's thigh. Finn shook his head at her action and looked back to the girls, making Isabella's body tense slightly with jealousy.
"One more drink then I best be off, told my roommate i'd be home by 9 and its gone 10." Peter said, he pushed another whiskey towards Isabella, who's eyes were now drooping and she felt drunker than she expected to be that night.
"Your roommate sounds lovely Peter, you must introduce me to him one day. Perhaps in a couple of weeks you could bring him here?" Isabella said, she sent him a smile and squeezed his thigh slightly without realising. Peter tensed and pushed the whiskey closer towards her.
"You can meet him whenever you want to. I'll write my address down for you before I leave." Peter smirked slightly as Isabella took a big sip of her drink.
They spoke more and more as Isabella finished her drink, but after all she drank she had began to feel sick.
"I'm just going to step outside for a couple minutes, I need fresh air." she gasped between breaths. Peter nodded and moved his body to the side so she could get through. She didn't bother to look at Finn as she left the pub, she couldn't bear the look of him at that moment.
Once she got outside she leaned herself against the wall, her hand gripping onto the bricks as hard as possible to hold herself up. She took deep breaths as she tried her hardest not to be sick. She needed Esme. She had gone home with John not long after Peter sat with Isabella.
"You alright girl?" someone shouted. The voice was unfamiliar to Isabella, it was deep and scratchy. Unwelcoming.
"Yes, yes I'm, I'm fine." Isabella huffed.
The outer sections of her eyesight became back, closing together each time she blinked making it almost impossible for her to see at all. She took deep breaths, trying to make sure she was still breathing. But a cloth was wrapped around her mouth, with a foul smell which dived deep into her lungs, leaving Isabella to fall unconscious.
The Garrison, 10:26
"It's about time we get home ladies, it was lovely to meet both of you and you must get in touch soon." Isiah smiled. Finn nodded and began to stand up, so both the girls to get off of him and he could brace himself for the argument which was about to come with Isabella.
"Finn for fuck sake, get here." someone shouted.
Finn turned his head around, seeing Harry beckoning him over. He looked over to Isabella's seat and saw she wasn't there.
"Isabella went outside, said she was going for some air and she hasn't come back. Neither was that lad she were with." he said, Finn began to panic. He was scared that Isabella had left him for the man but he also was scared something bad had happened to her. He looked down at her drink and saw a powder beginning to dissolve in the bottom, he gave it to Harry and his face dropped at the sight.
He ran outside quickly, seeing a horse and cart turning the corner at the end of the street. There wasn't a single person in the entire road.
"Tommy, Tommy." he shouted as he ran back in, "he's taken Bella someone's taken her."
Linda stood up, her face dropped and she was ready to scream at someone.
"Who Finn?" Polly said, dropping her cigarette in the ashtray.
"The Taylors, Peter fucking Taylor it was him. There's powder in the bottom of her drink." Finn gasped. He didn't know what to do. It was his fault, he had left Isabella to speak to a member of the Taylor family, knowing who he has and how they were bad news to any Shelby.
"Where the fuck is she?" Linda shouted, Isabella was a strong girl and was capable of standing up for herself. The Taylor family were brutal. They get what they want and they do anything for it.
The Taylors have made numerous attempts to kill Tommy Shelby, trying to take over his business. They were always left empty handed, but this time they had the advantage of taking one of theirs for the business in return.
Tommy stood up from his seat, his eyes were dark and he knew he had to do anything to get Finn's wife back without harm.
"Send out our men, we will look for her tonight. I will arrange a meeting with the Taylor's for tomorrow and we can get it sorted." Tommy spoke. Polly scoffed at him and shook her head. "Is there a problem with that Pol?"
"There is an 18 year old girl in the hands of Peter Taylor and you're arranging a meeting? They could do anything to her, you could at least sound a bit more worried." Polly declared. Tommy nodded and began to walk out of the pub.
"They won't do anything to her, if they did it would start a war and thats the last thing anyone wants. She will be safe, tell all the men to go out looking and to not return until the whole of Small Heath has been searched." Tommy said, he walked out of the pub and Finn followed him quickly.
"Tommy she's my wife, I'm coming to that meeting." he said, Finn tried his hardest not to cry. He had let Isabella down and he had no idea what to do.
"Finn, we will find Isabella and she will be safe. You can come to the meeting but I will do the talking." he said. Finn shook his head and walked away from Tommy, going to the end of the street to look out for any sign of his wife.
Isabella was not safe, the Taylor's had unfinished business with both Tommy Shelby and Sergio Lopez. After Sergio Lopez had left Isabella with the Shelby family, he decided to kill Peter Taylor's brother in law, leading to a war between the families. Since Sergio had ran back to Monaco, they had no other choice but to take Isabella hostage.
Finn hardly slept that night, he blamed himself and something told him that Isabella wasn't safe. He felt his job was to protect her from any harm, but he didn't have a clue what to do. He was scared for her, all he wanted was for her to be safe.