"Get yourself a decent dress" He spoke as he handed you some money. "You are coming to the races with me."
*
"Y/N I want you to stay close and do exactly as I say." Tommy speaks as your hand is wrapped around his arm; walking through the crowds of posh people. "You understand?"
"Yes Tommy" You say and looks around the see men and woman laughing and having a great time. "They make me feel sick."
"I know darling" He whispers and then points to the table that you are both due to sit at.
You walk to the table and place down the small clutch bag.
"Say you are Lady Sarah Duggan of Connemara." Tommy whisper in your ear. "Come on, posh girl. Earn your three quid."
He pulls out his hand to you and reminding you of the small fee you asked for, for actually coming to this stupid thing.
"I still prefer the Garrison." You muttered.
"Do you dance?" He asks, his hand still outstretched.
"If I'm asked properly." You smirk still not taking his hand.
"Lady Sarah of Connemara, will you dance with me?" He whispers in your ear and your body shivers.
You nod your head and put your hand in his; swaying to the music.
"Nice dress." He looks you up and down. "You can wear that to my pub."
"Thank you for your permission tommy" you smirk.
"I will be right back" He frowns as he walks over to John and Arthur; who hand him a sack of what looks like money. Walking over to billy Kimber.
You follow after tommy and stand beside the man as he talks to the creep.
"5% of the take and three legal betting pitches at every race meeting north of the River Severn, rising to six after one year if we are all satisfied with the service." Tommy informs the man as he hands him over the money. "What do you say, Mr Kimber?"
"I say you talk business to my accountant." He brushes the man off and looks over to you. "I want to dance."
He stands up and walks closer to you. Tommy giving you a nod of the head as you look back to Kimber.
"Your man said it was all right for me to have this dance." Billy smirked and put a hand on your waist; seeing Tommy's fists tighten.
The two of you dance as tommy deals with some business; before Kimber looks behind you and walks off to the three men. Tommy walks over to you once more, you knew he was about to say something shitty.
"So, listen we're going to go for dinner at Kimber's house." He mutters and you frown the more he talks. "He has a place a couple of miles away. I have some business to settle first with his accountant, so You go on ahead, with Kimber."
"Just me and him?" You ask, wanting to kill tommy.
"Yeah until I'm done here." He looks around the room. "Is that all right? I'll throw in an extra three quid for your extra time."
"You think I'm a whore?" You frown. "Everybody's a whore, Y/N. We just sell different parts of ourselves. You said you wanted to work for me. To do that, you have to sharpen up. The deal is I give him two hours with you. He thinks he's a ladies' man. He thinks he can seduce you. Whenever you want, just kick him in the balls."
You roll your eyes and huff in annoyance; ultimately terrified of what could happen.
"If you want to be part of my organisation, you have to make sacrifices." He frowned and pulled you to look at him. "Do we have a deal?"
"Two hours?" You confirm and he nods his head. "Then Yeah."
He walks off and a girl wraps herself around tommy; flirting with him and him flirting back.
*
"Bet he said you could have me, didn't he?" You frown to billy as you enter his house. "While he has her."
"That's the arrangement, isn't it?" He laughs mockingly.
"Yours might be a prostitute, but I'm not." You snap and billy turns to glare at you. "So is she a prostitute?"
"God's honest truth? I don't know what she is." He laughs and comes closer to you. "You showed me up back there at the races. Not dancing with me straight away."
He pulls off his jacket as he comes closer.
"Why don't you teach me how to dance properly?" He smirks and puts the record on and walks closer to you. But you take steps back.
"The music is too slow." You stutter. "Put on a Charleston."
"Then we'd be far away." He growls playfully and pulls you against him. "I want to dance like this."
You stay stiff as he moves his hands all over your body; tears pricking to your eyes as you want to kill the man.
"Come on." He growls annoyed and touches your ass. "You weren't so stiff back there, were you? You ever been in a house this big?"
You stay quiet.
"Hm?" He looks at you and rips open your dress; buttons falling to the ground as you stand there half naked. With your dress covering you like an open dressing gown.
"You look like a bloody film star." He gawks.
"I want a cigarette." You stutter and he looks to you; smashing his glass to the ground.
"Oh, look, I dropped something." He fake gasped. "Pick it up."
"Pick it up yourself." You snap to him and he rushes over to you; pulling your hair as he comes to the glass and throwing you to the ground.
"You're a fucking barmaid." He screams. "If I drop a glass on the floor, you pick it up."
You don't move and he starts to get pissed off; taking off his trousers he puts his hand down.
"I want to watch you pick it up." He purrs and you shake your head no.
Standing back up you watch him carefully, getting more and more nervous.
"Right, you little slag. I have tried to be nice. If I drop a glass on the floor, you bend over and fucking pick up the fucking glass, OK?" He pulls you so you are against the bend; bent over it and he pushes up your skirt and you let out a shout.
The sound of the door opening stops the man from doing something you would rather die than take part in.
"What?!" He screams to the intruder. You look up to see Tommy staring at you; tears in your eyes, you see the guilt he has in his.
"No, sir no." Tommy fake gasps.
"What are you doing here? I've got another hour." Billy growls and goes to start.
"Just wait - listen to me." He stops him once more. "Just listen to me. I was going to let you go through with it, but in the end, my conscience got the better of me.
She looks good on the outside ... but she has the clap."
I didn't know whether to be pissed off with tommy or glad he managed to stop it from happening.
"Yeah?" Billy frowned and turned his nose up at you.
"Syphilis." Tommy says. "When you took a shine to her, I thought I'd use her. Somebody told me she had syph and I thought, "What the hell?" Call it my better nature."
"She's, she's a whore." Billy snaps and you stand up quickly; covering yourself as tommy gives you his jacket. Snatching it from his hands you put it on.
"Just go and wait in the car." He whisper and holds your arm.
"I can walk on my own!" You yell and get into the car.
Tommy finally comes out after you. Getting in the car, he sees the tears that have been falling down your cheek. He says nothing but starts the car.
"Start of the day, I was Lady Sarah of Connemara." You speak with a hoarse voice. "By the end, I was a whore with the clap. You're a fucking bastard, offering me like that."
You turned to face him and he bit down on his lip.
"But then you changed your mind." You frown and he clenches his jaw. Pulling over the car. "Why did you change your mind, Thomas?"
He says nothing as he stops the car.
"Thomas!" You snap.
"Because I fucking care about you!" He yells and you stare at him in shock; before he presses his lips against yours and making you melt into a pit of love on the seat beside him.