Scarlett's POV
Today the Grace Shelby Institution reopens. The whole place had been renovated, decorated and furnished and was ready for the grand opening. With months of filling in Graces plans, I had perfected everything. This way the redemption of the Shelby's, those who see us as Birmingham scum with no respect for the people around us, could now have the opportunity to see us as upper class with upmost respect to people who could become good if they tried hard enough. Well, at least in the eyes of the public.
Grace had wanted to provide for mistreated children and give them the chance to turn the bad in their life into good. Something I had snorted at once I found out knowing she was only trying to repent her wrongs for what she did to us. John found it hilarious when I told him and I would gladly say it to Tommy but not today. But I helped with the plans anyway for the children.
The renovation had outcome to be a chapel, enough beds for two hundred children, kitchens, play areas, classrooms, and more - a change in Birmingham. I grin as me and John ogle each other. The boys are dressed to impress and Tommy understands that the institution despite costing a fortune would be good for his reputation. He was definitely dressed to impress as was Charles, dressed in a little suit I had put him in this morning.
"Letts." Tommy calls as he comes to stand next to me, wrapping his arm around my waist. "It's you and me, eh? You and me did this. Fuck these people. It was you and bloody me." He whispers grinning at me as I chuckle. "Yeah, it was us." I nod, agreeing. "Oh, aren't you guys cute?" An old woman cooes and I clear my throat, stepping away from Tommy.
"Oh, we're not together." I tell her but her smile doesn't drop. "Well, you should be. You two suit each other." She says as Tommy smirks at her words and I give her a quick smile feeling awkward. "I would be lucky to have her. She's beautiful, eh?" Tommy says looking at me. "She is! An absolute darling!" Another woman joins in.
"Tom, we should do our rounds." I tell him and he nods, grinning, knowing I'm feeling uncomfortable. I walk around as people greet me and tell me how lovely the place is and telling me congratulations. I just give them a polite smile and nod, not in the mood for conversations.
A hand grasps my own hand and I turn around seeing John. "Letts, there's a woman over here who wants to talk to you." He tells me and I nod politely to the woman who were trying to talk to me. John drags me behind him and pulls me out into the hall. I lean back against the wall, letting out a puff of air as I laugh at Johns antics.
Johns POV
"All those old women freak me bloody out." I whisper to Letty, shaking my head. "It's all, please! Thank you so much! Oh, I'm not with fucking Tommy! She was a lovely woman, is what she wants you to think about her! She's actually a bitch who got me stabbed! But don't worry, she's six feet under! Hallelujah for that!" She grumbles in annoyance. My laugh echos around the hall as I walk towards the large portrait of Grace that is displayed. "She was beautiful. I'll give her that and only that." Letty comments.
"Never liked her." I tell her and she turns to me, grinning cheekily as I smile back at her. "What you smiling at, beautiful?" I question her. "Why didn't you like her, John?" She asks me. "She tried so hard to be you. Didn't work though. She wasn't that level of crazy yet. You can be batshit when you want to. Scarier than fucking Tommy when you want. She could never be you. No one ever could." I tell her.
Her smile grows across her face as she wraps her arms around my waist and I wrap my arm around her shoulders. "I love you, John Shelby." She whispers, looking up at me. "I love you, Scarlett Hayes. I always will." I tell her, leaning down to kiss her. She kisses me back softly as my hand comes up to her jaw and I walk her backwards to the wall.
My lips move faster against her own as she grips my jacket tightly. She moans lowly in the back of her throat as my tongue meets hers. I push closer to her, so close I can feel her warmth. Her lips tilt up as I pull back a touch. "We should get back before everyone comes looking for us." She whispers and I nod, looking at her lips. "Yeah, I don't care." I say before kissing her again.
I grip her thigh and raise it around my waist, bunching her dress up to her waist. "John, someone can see us." She whispers and I smirk. "And I don't care. I'm fucking my girl and no one's stopping me." I growl, moving my lips to her neck as I undo my trousers, pulling my cock out.
I brush her panties aside, lining up with her before I push in, feeling her tightness instantly. She moans lowly, moving her hands up to the back of my neck, gripping my hair tightly. I grip her thigh, using my other hand to grip her throat tightly as I start to thrust my hips. "John." She moans and I smirk.
"Fuck. I love hearing you moan my name." I groan in her ear, trailing kisses down her jaw to her lips. I move my hips harder and fast, feeling myself go deeper inside her every time. "H-harder." She whimpers and I smirk, putting more force into my thrusts.
She places her lips back on mine, muffling her moans. I grip her thigh tightly as I feel her leg starting to shake in my grip. "You gonna cum, beautiful? You gonna cum for me?" I say looking into her eyes as she nods. "I'm gonna cum." She moans and I smirk. "Cum for me. Wet my cock, baby." I growl.
She clenches around me making me hiss as I feel my high starting to cum. "John, I'm cumming. I'm cumming." She moans as her orgasm washes over her. I groan into her neck as I feel my cum leaking out, my high following hers. "Fuck." We both groan in unison making us chuckle.
"Fuck, I don't want to pull out." I groan as I do and she smirks. "You can fuck me again later." She promises and I smirk. I fix my suit before we walk back to the hall and I plaster on a fake smile and walk over to the drinks table as Letty get whisked away by a bunch of woman.
Scarlett's POV
The woman talk about complete nonsense as I pretend I'm interested. A hand finds my back making me jump a bit bit I relax when I see it's Tommy. "Hey, you scared me." I say before I notice his face. "What's wrong?" I ask him. "Letty. Letts, he's gone. Charles, he's gone. Fuck." He tells me and my heart stops.
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"Where is Charles?" I question for what feels like the hundredth time, making my way through the crowded room. "Have you seen him? Charles? Anyone seen him?" I ask but no one seems to know. Tommy and all the boys also run around asking questions. I hear shouts and I know Tommys barking orders, knowing it won't be long until he snaps.
"Back door. Kitchen. Get to Blake Street where the cars are." Tommy orders, towards Arthur and John with such a glare in his eye that they leave immediately. "Tommy!" Ada calls. "Someone said they saw a nurse take him through the back door." Tommys face contorts into anger. "Fuck!" He hisses before he takes off in run.
I take off in the other direction and run down the stairs catching up to Arthur. "Arthur! Someone saw a nurse take him out the back." I tell him. "Fuck!" He yells and we run out to the front where we see Tommy throwing up. Arthur runs up to him and says something to him as I look around.
Tommy looks up and sees me, his face drops from anger into sadness as he wraps his arms around me. He burrows his head into my neck as his arms wrap around my waist tightly. "My boy. He's gone. I fucked up, Letts. He's gone." He says in agony. I pull back and hold his face in my hands. "Come on, Tommy. You need to get him back so fucking pull yourself together and let's get your boy back, okay? You and me, we'll get him back. I promise." I tell him, watching as his eyes close at my words.
"You need to get to the betting shop and wait by the phone." Arthur tells us and I nod, taking Tommys hand and dragging him to his Bentley. "Polly!" Arthur calls and she climbs in after us, as I take off, back to Small Heath betting shop.
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Arriving at the betting shop, Tommy takes my hand and leads me in as the rain pours down heavily, only worsening the day. Tommy let's go of my hand and walks straight to the phone, barking orders. I brush my wet hair back, feeling my wet clothes clinging to me.
Water drips down my face as I hear something snap of the wall and I rush into Tommys office. Tommy had thrown the phone against the wall, smashing it, as he stands anxiously peering out of the window. "It's them." Tommy growls as he turns to me. "Who? Who's them?" I ask him.
"It's fucking them, Letty." He hisses. "Look, it might be some random woman, you know. Sometimes women go mad." Polly suggests as I shake my head. "No. It's them." Tommy spat, crouching down to his knees as he grips my hand, holding it tightly. "Did you break the phone? You broke the phone. It's alright we have another." Polly rambles, picking up the broken phone from the ground.
The door opens and Ada walks in. "Tommy?" She calls. "Ada!" Tommy responds, standing up straight. "There's someone outside. A priest." Ada informs. "Father Hughes." I realise, remembering what Tommy told the night of the ball. "Stay here. Pol, stay here. Do not do anything." Tommy demands. I sit down at the table as my head begins to throb, Polly following me as she sits down. The room falling into silence.