John stood with a smug grin on his face as the line of suit jacket got pulled apart, revealing Mr Changretta.
John smiled at him before lunging forward, punching him in the face, countlessly slicing the man's face with his razor blade.
Angel stumbled backwards as his fathers blood flew everywhere, John pushing him beside the stairs.
"Are you going to kill me" Angel asked, fear lacing his voice as he layed on the floor. "Get fucking up" John laughed, dragging him to his feet.
"Stay away from Lizzie" he shouted, shoving him to the floor again. John took his hat off, pushing the razor blade into Angels eye, blood pouring down his face.
Angels screams echoed.
"By order of the Peaky Fucking Blinders" he shouted, hitting him in the face and disappearing up the stairs.
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Tommy walked past Michael's office, a girl scurrying past. "Going to introduce me Micheal?" he asked.
Michael sat forward.
"This is Charlotte Murray, her father makes cars" he nodded. The girl stood sheepishly in the corner. "I really enjoyed your wedding, Mr Shelby" she said politely.
"Polly said that you should call her, there's been some trouble" he told Tommy.
"What trouble?"
"I'm guessing its stuff she doesn't like to tell me about" Micheal sighed. "Nice to meet you" Tommy nodded at the girl before walking out, closing the door behind him.
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Arthur paced the room, Polly in a chair in front of him. "All right Finn, thanks for coming, Fuck off" Arthur said as Finn and John entered the room. "Arthur" Lottie shook her head.
"Finn, you can stay" Tommy said, entering the room. "Sit down John"
"Sit down" he repeated.
John hesitantly took a seat, "John you cut Angel Changretta"
Lottie's mouth parted, anger filling her.
"Even though Arthur told you to apologise"
John hummed, nodding. "Lottie told you to compromise" John hummed again. "You chose not to listen to Mr Apologise or Miss Compromise"
"And now i've got an Italian walking around my backyard saying he's going to kill my brother. So what do we do john, apologise or compromise" Tommy questioned.
Everyone looked at john waiting for an answer.
"Oh it was just something John said as a joke" Arthur said. "Yeah but he's your brother as well Arthur"
Arthur nodded. "I didn't want to start a war, over something John said without meaning it"
"So should he apologise in Italian or English?" Tommy asked. "Or should we ask them which fucking language they prefer"
They began talking about peace at home and rebellion.
"We take two of the Changretta Pubs and we take them tonight, that's it" Tommy pointed. Arthur stood up, shaking his head.
"Oh right for christ sake why" Polly asked, her voice rising.
"Eh?" Tommy Shouted. "Why?" she repeated. "Because we fucking can. Because we fucking can and if we can, we do" he shouted. "Stop fucking shouting will you" Lottie asked.
"And if we lift our heel off their necks now, they'll just come at us" he shouted again. "Remember these are the bastards that wanted Danny Whizz Bang dead" he reminded them.
The room fell quiet.
"Your getting soft brother" he said to Arthur. "Soft and weak."
"Save the bibles for sunday eh?"
Tommy looked at Finn. "Finn, i need to get to hockley, then home. It's been a long day"
"John" Lottie began, "You promised me" she whispered. "No Lottie, i promised i wouldn't get myself killed, not that i wasn't going to cut Angel Changretta"
"And how do you know this won't get you killed"
"I don't, ok!" He shouted. "I don't fucking know"
"You watch your tone when you speak to her, she's only trying to help" Arthur defended.
John sat back, putting his hands up in defence. "Arthur get me a driver, i'm going home"
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Grace rushed through the house to get to Tommy, a paper in hand. "Hello" he greeted. "Hello" she smiled, greeting him with a kiss.
"Sit down" she said excitedly.
She sat beside him, holding the paper. "Guess" she said. "Guess what?" he frowned. "He said yes"
"Who?"
"The leader of the Birmingham City Council is going to attend the dinner" Grace said, showing him the paper. "Everyone has said yes. Everyone"
"I keep having to change the catering"
He smiled at her. "And my writing hand is almost falling off" she said, leaning closer to him. "Oh what are you writing for? I bought you a typewriter"
She laughed at him. "You don't write letters of a social occasion on a type writer Tommy"
"Oh. Forgive me" he said sarcastically. She opened another piece of paper. "I have the drawings, of what they plan to do with the grounds of the house. There will be an area for the children to play"
Tommy nodded, humming.
"And the Birmingham Charity Commission have agreed to set aside their three rotten floorboards upstairs and grant us the license within a month"
She kissed him again an pulled away only for him to grab her face. "You're not listening to me" she grinned. "Yes. I am. I am" he convinced her.
"Do you think i'm becoming obsessed?"
He nodded. "Yes"
"Should i ask you how your day was like a good wife?" He shook his head. "No"
Grace searched his face. "I'm guessing that means your day was not as successful at mine?"
"That all depends on how you measure success. See personally, i measure it in Sapphires"
Grace tilted her head. "Oh?"
"Mhm" he nodded. "Close your eyes"
She grinned and did as he said, turning to sit on the floor in front of him. He placed a chain around her neck, holding a large sapphire. "Where the hell did you get that, it's beautiful"
"You can wear it to the foundation dinner" he whispered, holding her shoulders.
"Don't you think it's a bit much for a charity dinner?"
"Grace" he started. "This is fucking Birmingham good taste is for people who can't afford Sapphires"
She laughed, turning. "Oh, Mr Shelby"