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zablife · 3 years ago

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Salvation

Luca Changretta x pregnant reader x Jack Nelson

Summary: Jack has tried for many years to get you to share his feelings, but always failed. When he discovers you’ve made a life with someone else, he vows to take revenge on the man who came between you and make you his once and for all.

Authors Note: Requested by a lovely anon. I hope I didn’t turn this darker than you wanted. I got a little carried away with your wonderful idea! Also inspired by "Salvatore" by Lana Del Rey.

Moodboard: courtesy of the amazing @ilovefinncole

Warnings: Dark AU, possessiveness/stalking, pregnancy, ethnic slurs, mild smut, violence, murder, mention of blood, mention of abortion, my poor Italian

You reclined in your chair, enjoying the feeling of warmth on your skin from the bright sunshine. It was a balmy summer day, but a gentle breeze kept you cool. You watched a few clouds float on the horizon as you listened to the waters of the Mediterranean lap at the pebbled beach below. It seemed as though the light that danced on the water was sparkling just for you and you wondered how life could ever be more perfect than this.

Looking down at your stomach, you smoothed your sundress, smiling to yourself. Only you knew of the life growing inside you and your heart surged with love. You and Luca weren’t yet married, but you knew he would be overjoyed when you told him the good news. After all, he told you daily how much he desired a family with you.

Lost in thought, you hadn’t heard Luca approach when he stooped down to place a loving kiss on the top of your head. You tilted your neck to look up at him, seeing the adoration glimmering in his hazel eyes. He captured your lips in a kiss, rubbing your shoulders soothingly with his large hands. You were deliriously happy here with him in the home of his ancestors.

“I’ve been waiting for you,” you said gently.

“I’m sorry the business call took so long, amore. Are you enjoying the weather?,” he asked taking the seat next to yours. He reached for your hand and kissed it by way of apology. “The summer is hot, but I’ve been cold without you,” you said with a smile, moving to sit on his lap and caress his face. A few gray clouds rolled above you, shading the sun’s rays.

“I’m here now, baby,” he reassured you, firmly wrapping his arms around you. You felt the warmth from him radiating over you, replacing your need for the sun. “Baciami*,” he requested. You giggled at his familiar demand, leaning into him for a passionate kiss.

Suddenly a light rain began to fall. “Let’s go inside,” Luca offered adding with a smile, “the chef prepared cacciatore.”

“My favorite!” you squealed with delight. “Yes, I know,” he said chuckling at your enthusiasm. Rising from the chair you shared, Luca removed his jacket to cover you from the light drizzle of rain. “You spoil me, Luca,” you declared and he joined you under the coat to steal a kiss. “Not as much as I’m going to after we’re married,” he replied.

That night as you ate dinner, Luca discussed the business waiting for him in New York.

You thought it over before answering hesitantly. “I don’t know if I want to go back. It’s so close to…him.”

“I know, tesoro, but I have to do this one last deal for the family before I leave all this behind. You can wait for me here if you’d like, but I want you with me,” he explained patiently. Understanding your reservations he offered, “We’ll be far away from Boston and you’ll be protected. You know I would never let anything happen to you.”

You hated to be parted from one another. Luca often told you he was unable to sleep without you by his side and you felt the same. You responded with a nod, “Where you go, I go, Luca.” You sounded confident in your decision, but your heart raced at the thought of returning to America where your ex-boyfriend Jack, could find you more easily.

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You met Jack Nelson when you were a teenager. Although you lived in the same neighborhood and shared Irish heritage, there wasn’t much more you had in common. He thought you were perfect for each other and constantly pressured you for a date. You eventually relented and began seeing him, but you didn’t understand him at all. In fact, you were scared of him. He had a bad temper and liked violence, a dangerous combination. He had never mistreated you when you were together, but you had witnessed too many displays of his anger to feel safe in his presence. His love was so unlike Luca’s. Luca loved you truly and deeply, while Jack had demanded possession of you and that frightened you more than it assured you.

You could still recall the day Jack saw you with Luca for the first time. Jack had travelled to New York for a meeting and spotted you in a jazz club. He had a woman on his arm you didn’t recognize, but he quickly discarded her. Sauntering over to your table with practiced swagger, you could tell by his intense gaze and raised eyebrow he didn’t like what he saw. The only comfort you had was Luca’s arm around your shoulders.

“What’s wrong, y/n?” Luca asked noticing the way your whole body suddenly tensed.

“It’s the man I told you about from home,” you replied as Jack came closer.

“Good evening, y/n,” Jack started pleasantly. You hoped he had just come to say hello and leave, but that wasn’t Jack’s style. He continued, “Is this guinea your new man?”

Your face felt hot with anger as you tried to contain your emotions. “This is Luca Changretta and he commands a lot of respect here so I’d be very careful if I were you, Jack.”

“Is that so? I’m not afraid of a fucking dago,” he spat, lunging for Luca.

With that, Luca stood and straightened his jacket. He snapped his fingers, motioning for his men. “Show this gentleman out,” Luca ordered. You knew Jack wanted a fight, but Luca didn’t need to throw punches to assert his dominance. You admired how calm he could be in these situations. As Jack was being escorted out of the club he looked back over his shoulder, yelling to be sure Luca and everyone else would hear him. “You think you can have her? She’ll never belong to you!” he threatened.

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The rain had subsided after dinner and you asked Luca to walk with you in the fresh air. You were ready to tell him about the baby and you wanted it to be under the light of the full moon, fitting since that’s when you conceived your child. Luca asked the maid to fetch a shawl for you so you wouldn’t catch a chill in the night air and you beamed at how protective and thoughtful he was.

You strolled together aimlessly for a bit before taking Luca’s hand in yours, lightly tracing your finger over the cross on his middle finger. “Luca, do you remember the first night we arrived and the beautiful evening we had?” You looked up toward the sky noticing the soft haze around the moon and the millions of tiny stars surrounding it. Luca stopped, following your upward gaze, and replied, “How could I forget, cuore mio? The salt air, the sound of the waves, you on the balcony under that full moon,” he reminisced. Guiding his face to look down at you, you took his right hand and placed it on your stomach with a radiant smile. “It’s a boy, I feel it,” you said quietly watching Luca’s face go through a series of emotions. The surprise gave way to excitement as he picked you up and spun you in a circle. “You’ve made me the happiest man in the world,” he said cupping your cheeks in his hands and giving you a slow, gentle kiss. “What names do you like?” you asked. “Salvatore,” He answered with conviction. “After your grandfather?” You asked, thinking only of tradition.

“Yes, but it also means savior, amore. He will be our salvation from the world we’re leaving behind. I promise you, he’ll never have to do the things I’ve done and he’ll never want for anything,” Luca stroked your cheek watching your eyes fill with happy tears.

“Oh, Luca, that sounds wonderful. I love you,” you said, wiping a fallen tear.

“Ti amo,” he answered pulling you into his embrace.

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The boat ride to America was difficult for you, morning sickness combined with sea sickness kept you in your state room constantly. Luca worried over you losing weight from the vomiting and begged you to eat and drink. “This is normal, Luca. I’ll be fine,” you assured him, but he wouldn’t leave your side. You spent much of the voyage in bed reading together. When you felt too ill, Luca would take up your book and read to you. Laying your head in his lap, he would card his fingers through your hair as his voice lulled you to sleep.

When you arrived in New York, you hesitated to leave the boat where you’d been tucked away with your love. You felt vulnerable outside the confines of your cabin, a voice inside you screaming out a warning that New York was no longer safe. Your paranoia lingered as Luca showed you the apartment he had arranged. Although you tried to dismiss the feeling when you met the two men who would guard you. You were already thinking of the time when Luca’s business would be concluded and you could go back to your paradise.

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The first week of your visit, you didn’t eat or sleep much. You were keeping watch over the house more carefully than your guards some days, still feeling uneasy. Luca thought it was your hormones making you overprotective of the baby. He allowed you to double check the locks and question his men if it meant making you feel safe.

During your second week in New York, Luca was desperate for you to eat. He found gelato for you, knowing it was you favorite sweet treat. Too full for dessert after dinner, you stored it in the ice box for later and got ready for bed. Choosing a light, baby pink nightgown and peignoir for the evening, you changed and sat at your vanity to brush your hair. When Luca saw you in the satin dressing gown, he couldn’t keep his hands off you.

He had been leaving early every morning and you missed his touch. Feeling desperate for him, you allowed him to lift your nightgown and take you from behind. You giggled as he sucked a bruise into your neck, reaching an arm behind his head to steady yourself against his thrusts. Finishing with a grunt, Luca dropped his head to your shoulder breathing in your perfume. “I could die a happy man,” he said voice muffled by your hair. You turned and hit him in the chest playfully, “Don’t say that, Luca, it’s not funny.” He recaptured you in an embrace and kissed your nose saying, “I’m not going anywhere…except for now, when I get you a glass of water, amore mio.” Luca pulled his pants on and you smiled at him lovingly in the mirror as he walked away from you.

No sooner had he left the room, you remembered the gelato. It would be such a treat to eat it in bed, you thought. You scampered after your fiancé in the dark, but felt yourself pulled back suddenly by a pair of strong arms. You screamed out and a hand came to your mouth to silence you. “Shhhh, baby, it’s alright. It’s just me,” you heard a familiar voice tell you. Your eyes grew wide with fear at the realization that Jack had you in his arms. Panic set in as you tried to move your head to find Luca. Jack shoved you back into your bedroom as two men hauled Luca through the door. His hands had been bound behind his back. When Luca saw an opportunity, he shoved one of the men away with his body weight and kicked him in the ribs while he lay on the ground. The goon stood, brushing himself off, and Jack motioned for him to take you. “Mr. Changretta, you shouldn’t have done that,” Jack scolded, opening his jacket to reveal a pistol.

“I think it’s time we settled our dispute, don’t you?” Jack said to Luca, holding the gun on him.

“We don’t have anything to talk about, you fucking mick,” Luca said unable to control the vitriol spilling from his mouth while a man was torturing you.

“You’re right, it’s not a matter that should be up for discussion. I told you you’d never have y/n. She belongs with me,” Jack explained coldly.

“She’s not going anywhere because she doesn’t love you, you sick fuck,” Luca spat.

“Your pathetic attempt to threaten us isn’t going to work,” you said holding your head high, trying to be brave.

“What’s pathetic is your level of security, sweetheart,” Jack scoffed. “No one’s going to stop me, especially not those useless guards of yours. They’re lying dead outside,” he taunted you. You tried to control the shiver that went through you knowing you and Luca were alone with Jack and his men. You blinked back tears feeling utterly helpless.

Jack pushed Luca onto his knees and shoved the barrel of his gun into Luca’s back. Luca stumbled for a moment before straightening himself with dignity. “Don’t be afraid, vita mia,” Luca said to you in a warm, comforting voice belying the peril he faced. You were fighting desperately against the hulking man who restrained you. Although you knew it was futile, you instinctively reached for Luca, needing to feel his touch. With trembling lips, you called out to Luca, “ti amo.”

“That’s enough,” Jack said pointing the gun at you. You were shaking, unable to control the mounting fear within your body. Turning back toward your lover, Jack commanded, “Go on, say goodbye to her,” releasing the safety on the gun.

“No, Jack, please, please….” You begged him sobbing.

Luca locked eyes with you, a pained look on his face. You both felt the sand slipping from the hourglass as he spoke to you with urgency, “Ti amerò per sempre**,” he called out to you.

You never heard the shot that struck Luca in the back of the head, killing him instantly. Shock had overtaken you and you felt your throat go raw from the scream you released into the night. The man who had been holding you, dropped your arms and you sunk to the floor. Crawling over to Luca, you clung to his body, feeling blood seep onto your nightgown.

“Pick her up,” Jack ordered and one of his men approached you. You clawed at him as he raised your weight easily and placed you back on your feet.

Your hand flew to your stomach protectively. You looked around the room, feeling the weight of the men’s stares and wishing you could run. You cursed yourself for forgetting that Jack was as observant as a hawk. You dropped your hand quickly, but it was too late. He stalked over to you with purpose. Before you could pull away, he ran his calloused hands down your body to rest over your stomach. Rubbing his thumbs over the silk of your nightgown, he felt the small swell that jutted from your slim form. His eyes flicked to yours, but you looked away trying to stop your tears.

“That fuckin’ wop ruined you, didn’t he?” He said angrily. You shook your head, wanting to dispute him but knowing it would be futile to explain your love for Luca to a man like Jack.

You watched him take a knife from his pocket and your heart began beating wildly. Seeing the rage behind his eyes, you took a step back. “Don’t hurt me, ” you pleaded. Pulling you close enough for you to see the scar above his lip, he watched your horrified expression as he ran the false edge of the knife down the side of your neck and pressed it to your skin feeling the racing pulse underneath. You held your breath, waiting for him to turn the knife and execute you as well. You closed your eyes in prayer.

Then you felt the pressure of the blade subside and you exhaled in relief. His tone turned soft, as though he were speaking to a lover, “I would never hurt you, doll. You see, I want you to be my wife.” You could tell by his tone of voice he was smirking at you. Your stomach dropped, feeling your world crumble around you.

You flinched as you heard him flicking the knife closed and putting it back in his pocket. Before you could relax, you felt his fingers wrap around the column of your neck without applying pressure. He stroked your throat as he spoke, stopping to scowl at the bruise Luca had left only an hour before. “I just want to impress upon you the seriousness of my intent. No one will ever come between us again,” he said placing a kiss on your cheek, licking a salty tear as it fell. You turned your head away, eyes still closed to him, willing him away from you. Jack released his grip, but continued to loom over you, watching the rise and fall of your flushed chest, glistening with spilled tears.

Sensing your despair Jack leaned forward to press his mouth to the shell of your ear and whisper, “It’s gonna be ok, sweetheart. We’re gonna sort out this little situation,” he said stroking your stomach once more. He hooked his knuckle under your chin to make you look at him.

Your eyes flew open to confront him. “I won’t get rid of my baby! I won’t!” You shouted at him, feeling the fight return to your body. You stared at Luca’s lifeless form, lying in a pool of blood on the floor. You had just watched the life drain from your beloved and you were resolved not to give up the only piece of him that remained.

Jack rubbed your arm gently, reassuring you,“No, no, no. Nothing like that, doll. I couldn’t risk losing you with a dangerous procedure like that.” He disgusted you with his words, but you breathed a sigh of relief knowing he wouldn’t take your child from you.

He looked around with a wave of his hand, “This place isn’t good enough for ya. That fucking wop was no good for ya,” he pronounced.

“I’ll never love you, you know that?” You retaliated.

At that admission, Jack smacked you hard across the mouth. Your head swung to the side and you rubbed your stinging jaw, your tongue recognized the sickening metallic taste of blood in your mouth.

“Clean yourself up. You have 10 minutes,” Jack warned walking out of the room. His men stayed to watch you change and you didn’t care. You were numb to everything around you.

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Meanwhile, Jack used your phone to place a call.

“Sister Margaret, thank you for taking my call so late in the evening. I’m sorry to disturb you,” Jack said acting as the gentleman she knew him to be. “It’s a matter of urgency though. I have a young woman who has come to me very distraught,” he waited for the sister to express her concern. Continuing the ruse he answered, “Yes, well, as you know I couldn’t leave her this way being an unwed mother. My family will take her into our care, of course. You’ll have a place for the infant when it’s born?” He nodded thoughtfully at her adamant agreement. “You’ve been most helpful, sister. I’ll be sending another check on Friday,” he said concluding his business with the head of the orphanage. His plans were coming together and you would be his bride in a few months time, after the donation, of course.

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Translation: *Kiss me, **I’ll love you always

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Read Prequel headcanons for Jack x reader here.

Additional moodboard of Luca x reader in Italy here.

#Peaky blinder fanfic #Peaky Blinders imagine #Luca Changretta fanfic #Jack Nelson fanfic #Luca Changretta x reader #jack Nelson x reader

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ilovefinncole · 2 years ago

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The Princess and the Blinder

Chapter 2: Whiskey

Synopsis: After Tommy leaves for London, Jessie helps Michael with his paper work, he offers her whiskey, she overthinks his kindness as something else.

Characters: Michael Gray, Jessie Evans, Tommy Shelby and Polly Gray

Part: 2/5

Word count: 2,069

Warning(s): English is my second language, swearing, smoking, drinking and sex.

Published: 13th July 2022

Author`s note: I published the first chapter of this fic a few months ago, I`m so sorry that it has taken me this long to write this chapter but I had all of my exams and had no time to write this. I hope everyone who will be reading this, likes it. I`d love to know your feedback on it.

Song recommendations for this chapter:

Red Right Hand - Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds

Shallow - Bradley Cooper and Lady Gaga

London Boy - Taylor Swift

Ocean Eyes - Billie Eilish

Love is Blindness - Jack White

The glass hits the table like lightening, the crystals on it are like a palace, the whiskey inside of the crystal glass is like an empty soul, waiting for somebody to find it and make it a full soul again.

“So where were we Jessie? Hmm.” Michael said, leaning against his desk in his office, Jessie looked into his sea blue eyes, “Uh well we were talking about the accounts of the company.” Jessie said.

“Ah yes we are, you can take your coat of Jessie. It`s not that cold in here.” he said, “I`d rather not thank you, I am quite cold even if its not cold indoors. So how long have you worked here Michael? It seems like you know the place inside out.” she asked, smiling.

Michael, lifted himself up from leaning against his desk, he sighs “I've been here for the last eight years working for Tommy, it`s not the best job but I like it, it takes your mind off things in the real world. And where did you work?” he asks.

“I worked in a shop when I was seventeen I worked there for a year, I got bored of the people, so I left and went to college for two years and studied accounting and then became an accounting. I know horses.” she said.

“That`s exactly what I did.” Michael says, inhaling a cigarette, “But did you work in a shop?” she asked. “No I cant stand people especially women, they think they know it all.” he said.

“But can you stand me? Do I know it all?” she asked, he holds his cigarette, “No I like you, but not like that, your nice and calm Jessie, most women are not most women are loud and addicted to cocaine and like to play in the snow. And some women that I have dated in the past like to get there hands dirty. It`s fucking insane if you ask me.” he says.

Jessie didn`t say anything nor move, she listened to him, she watched his every move, “Do you smoke?” he asked, as he walked around the room, “Yes I smoke.” she said. “Would you like a cigarette?” he asked. “Yes.” she said smiling.

“Here you are, I can tell that this one is special and magical, just like you are.” he said, he chuckles.

“Thank you, but how do you know that I'm special and magical?” she asked, “Because Jessie, your dad was a special man and that makes you a special women and most people are magical, but only the lucky ones are” Michael said.

This made Jessie smile, her little face lit up as Michael carried on speaking, “Would you like some whiskey?” asked Michael. “I`d rather not thank you, my father never allowed me to drink he said it would change me.” said Jessie.

“Suit yourself” said Michael as he poured the whiskey into a clear crystal glass, Jessie felt that she should of said yes to Michael, she feels a bit left out. “Actually I've changed my mind, I`ll have some whiskey only a little amount” she says.

“Alright, here you go” he said, “Thank you” she said, he smiled, “Cheers” he said, “Hmm hmm” she said, there glasses clinked and they drank there whiskey.

Then there was a knock at the door, “Come in” said Michael, Jessie put her glass on Michael`s desk, “Good Morning Michael, I thought I`d pay you a little visit before I meet Ada” said Polly, she looked worse for ware.

“Mum where were you last night?” he asked, “No where, ah Good Morning Jessie” she said, “Um Good Morning Mrs. Gray” she said looking nervous and timid her hands were shaking, she thought she was going to faint that she was so nervous, Polly didn`t make the greatest impression yesterday.

“Please call me Polly everyone does, I wanted to apologize about yesterday Jessie, we got on the wrong foot but I`ll be more nicer to you in the future I promise.” said Polly.

“It`s alright Polly, it`s fine don't worry” she said, “Good aw you have your mothers eyes and your father`s kindness isn't that lovely?” she said smiling. “I guess it is” said Jessie, they smiled at each other.

“If you need anything darling, you just knock on my door and I`ll get you anything that you need” said Polly with a smile. “Thank you that's very kind of you” said Jessie, “Its nothing, Michael I hope your playing nice” said Polly.

“Of course mum, I`m showing Jessie everything that she needs to know to be an accountant, I`ll go easy on here don't worry. What time did Tommy get off this morning?” said Michael.

“Around seven, he went early have you been to London Jessie?” asks Polly, “I havent, I`d like to go there someday apparently, convert gardens are really nice” said Jessie.

“They are, I've been myself, but maybe Michael can take you when your not so occupied learning about being an accountant for my nephews business” said Polly starring Michael right in the eyes.

“Don`t you have to go mum, you really don't want to keep Ada waiting” Michael said, “Your right Michael I don`t, its lovely to meet you again Jessie” says Polly.

“And you Polly” said Jessie, “Michael” said Polly, “Mum see you later” said Michael, “I`ll leave” said Polly, Jessie smiled and so did she. Polly leaves the room and closes the door behind her.

“Sorry about that, my mum gets too chatty sometimes” said Michael, “It`s ok Michael, my own mum was like that I know the feeling” she says.

“Right lets get back to it then.” he said, “Of Course” she said, Michael sits back down at his desk and looks at all of the paper work on his desk and Jessie gets some more paper work out from the drawers at the back.

In London, Tommy stepped off of a train at Kings Cross Station he looked around him as he smoked a cigarette, the smoke filled the air and disappeared, he walked to his right and left the station.

“Excuse me, Hello do you know where Mr. Roberts lives I need to see him?” asked Tommy, he asked a man wearing a hat and a suit, “Yes he`s my business partner, I`ll take you too him” the man said.

“Thank you” said Tommy as he starred the man in the eyes, nobody could resist looking into the eyes of Tommy Shelby his eyes are irresistible. “So why do you need to see him then?” said the man.

“Its just business its not any of your concern” said Tommy, “It is my concern I`m his business partner” said the man, “Right I`m going to make a deal with him, a deal that could change the world” said Tommy.

“Ok I never asked your name” said the man, “Shelby, Thomas Shelby and you?” said Tommy.

“Charlie Roberts Sir, at your acquaintance” said the man, “So he`s your brother then?” said Tommy as they shake each others hands. “Yes he is, we've been business partners for the last five years” said Charlie. “Well instead of working with my brother, he works for me all of them do, its a family business. I suppose yours is not” said Tommy.

“No it isn`t, its just down this road following me” said Charlie, as him and Tommy walked down the streets to meet the mysterious Mr. Roberts, Charlie picked the keys out of his pocket to open the door, he opened the door slowly and walked up the stairs and Tommy followed him.

“Jack he`s here” said Charlie as he knocked on the door, “Send him in Charles” said Mr. Roberts, “In you go Thomas, good luck” said Charlie with a smile, “Thank you but I don`t need luck” said Tommy, Charlie just looked at him as Tommy walked into the door looking dapper and arrogant as usual.

“Thomas Shelby, I`ve heard that name to many times in my life, how are you?” said Mr. Roberts. ”I'm alright Mr. Roberts, thank you for seeing me today I know how busy you are” said Tommy with a smile.

“Ah yes I`m always busy but I always have time for friends” said Roberts, “You can leave now Charlie” said Roberts, Charlie grinned as he shut the door behind him and left the house.

“I see that you've met my brother Thomas” said Roberts, “Yes I have he`s a nice man just like you” said “Thank you Thomas, I don`t usually get compliments like that” said Roberts. “It wasn't a compliment Roberts it was an opinion” said Tommy looking into Roberts`s eyes and doesn't stop looking.

“Ok, now lets talk business Thomas” said Roberts, “Yes” said Tommy, “Please sit down I don`t like to keep anyone on there feet” said Roberts, “Thank you” said Tommy.

“So what do you need from me?” asked Roberts, “I need your help with something” said Tommy, “Which is?” asked Roberts, “I need you to ship some things for me to Chicago, I`ll pay you in full, there are some shipments along with alcohol and goods, can you do it?” said Tommy.

“That`s illegal Shelby” said Tommy, “My businesses are always illegal, the Shelby Company Limited is illegal and yet you havent answered my question Roberts, my question was can you do it” said Tommy.

“Well yes but-” said Roberts, as Tommy interrupted him “Good lets leave it there shall we, I`ll see myself out thank you for your time Roberts It`s been good to finally meet you, I hope to meet you again, good day” said Tommy.

“You too Thomas” said Roberts as he watched Tommy walking away and leaving the room, Tommy walked out of the house and through London looking sharp as he explored the streets of London.

“It looks like we are done for today Jessie” said Michael looking at her as he put all of his paper work in drawers, she just smiled. “So what was your dad like then? I only met him once he sounded like a really nice man” said Michael.

“He was, he was the best, the best dad any girl could ever ask for her, he was kind and thoughtful and he made the best cups of teas, he went too soon and I couldn't save him, sorry Michael” said Jessie as she began to break down in floods of tears.

“It`s alright Jessie, it`s ok, nobody could save him this time. He fought as a solider and died as a Peaky Blinder, that is what I am I`m a Peaky Blinder but I don`t fight a lot now, I`m an accountant ok that`s what you are now. I`m sure that he`s looking down on you and thinking how did my beautiful daughter become such a great accountant. Because you are Jessie, your a lovely person and your father was too, you are your father`s daughter and I think that your-” Michael said but he was interrupted from a kiss from Jessie.

You through herself at him in a blink of an eye, she didn`t ask she just did it, while kissing she attempted to take Michael`s waist coat off but he pushed her away, “What are you doing Jessie? I didn`t asked for it, I never asked for it. You can`t just do that, your too young for it.” said Michael.

“But I thought you wanted to do it, you called me beautiful, you said that I was beautiful, I thought she wanted to have sex but I was wrong wasn`t I?” she said.

“I only said that you are a beautiful daughter because that's what you are but I didn`t mean it the way that you thought I meant it, look I`m sorry Jessie ok, lets just forget about the whole thing and move on. Why don`t we go out for dinner now?” he said.

“Just forget it Michael, I wish Tommy never brought me here I should never of trusted him again I`m sorry” she said crying as she picked up her bag and her coat and left the room.

“Jessie come back I'm sorry, JESSIE” said Michael, “Fuck” he said, hitting his fist on his desk, he was left standing in his desk all alone, he was like a ghost who could not be seen. He has a made a mistake and feels helpless he has already left the boss down.