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Title: Ch.1: First Impressions

Summary: The year is 1925. Main character Jacqueline Rose is part of an organized crime family in Chicago during the 1920s when a family rival Luca Changretta of the Sicilian Mafia over takes them. Desperate for help, Jacqueline travels to Birmingham where another crime family is experiencing the same thing, to try and join as well as make an alliance with the notorious Peaky Blinders. Meeting with the one and only Thomas Shelby, Jacqueline hopes to persuade him and his family he can trust her to take down their common enemy, but will he? Will the Shelby Family trust her?

Word Count: 2,483

Warnings: mentions killing

A/N: based off of season 4 of Peaky Blinders so spoilers if you have not seen season 4. Some events happened in the show and others I added my own. This is not the official chapter one title. I will be posting each chapter separate some in parts until I am done with the entire fan fic which will consist of 6 chapters total. Once done I will make a big post and link the official chapters in the post. Hope you guys enjoy I've been working on this entire fan fic for six years now lol. Anyway, hope you guys like the first chapter<3

I step out of the automobile and close the door behind me. Standing outside in the foggy streets of Birmingham in the neighborhood of Small Heath, winter of 1925 with my rose print coat and my mini black purse clenched tightly by my side. The cold breeze brushed through my hair as I walked down the lane. Watery Lane, they called it. I inhale sharply. This is what I have to do to save myself. My fear would be hard to conquer, but I had to do it if I wanted to survive.

My name is Jacqueline Rose. I am 23 years old and I am the daughter of once the most notorious gangster in the Midwest, Clifton Rose. My family was the biggest ruling gang in Chicago called The Blood Red Roses. Everyone feared us. Even Al Capone knew not to mess with us. I was born in downtown Chicago. I lived there my whole life. I am the youngest of two brothers. My other older brother, Alex, is still alive and is now the leader of our gang. My oldest brother Charles was killed in a shootout along with my father on the same day by our enemy, Luca Changretta. Leader of an Italian gang and part of the Sicilian Mafia in New York. They were good friends with my family until one day things changed and they turned their back on us. We have allies but once they found out he took us over, they all refused to offer aid because Luca threatened them not to help us. No one can beat their numbers, there are a ton of them.

For a year now there have been bloodbaths between our two families. More like a vendetta, you may call it. Most of the people working for us are not family but close friends. The majority of my gang escaped or were killed. Luca Changretta wants to erase my family's name from the face of the earth, but I won't let him. I was an assassin for my family’s gang and I was good at it. So what am I doing here in Birmingham England? To join a new gang, a notorious gang, to form a new alliance, and to have protection. They call themselves the Peaky Blinders.

I stand in front of the headquarters located on Watery Lane and stare at the two doors which read, SHELBY COMPANY LIMITED. The Shelby family runs it, and Thomas Shelby is their head. I’ve heard about the man and how handsome he is, kind, but also very manipulative. The Shelbys also hate Luca Changretta and his gang, so there’s one thing we have in common, which might help me get this job.

I walk towards the entrance to the building’s headquarters, almost being toppled over by pedestrians. As soon as I walked in, dozens of men with nice suits white collared shirts, gray vests, and peaked caps, were rushing past me. The paper was flying, the phones were ringing, and this was one busy place. I walk to the front desk, to see a woman with black bobbed hair and green eyes.

“Hello, can I help you?” she asks looking up at me.

“ I have an appointment with Mr. Thomas Shelby.��

“Hold on one moment please,” she tells me and picks up the phone. After a few seconds, she hangs up the phone and gestures to me to follow her.

“This way,” she says. Upstairs was more calm and less noisy. The woman told me to wait in the hall for a moment before she would call me into Mr. Shelby’s office. A few minutes pass and the woman comes back.

”Ma’am? Mr. Shelby is ready for you,” she says, taking me to a set of two tall brown doors that read Shelby Company Ltd. As the woman opened the doors, I took a deep breath, walked in, and saw a tall figure standing in front of the sunlit window with a straight posture holding a drink in his hand. The room smelled like cigarettes, whiskey, and cologne. There was so much space between me and his desk. He turns around and I am stunned by his facial features. His jawline was sharp as a knife, he looked to be in his early to mid-thirties and had the most beautiful ice-blue eyes. Not a wrinkle in sight on his gray vest or the sleeves of his white collared shirt underneath. Half of a golden chain hung out of his pocket, the rest tucked in his vest.

“Jacqueline Rose.”

“Thomas Shelby,” he says, extending out his hand.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Shelby,” I say, walking up to shake his hand. He clears his throat.

“Please sit,” he gestures and I take a seat in a wooden round armchair, crossing my legs with my purse on my lap to appear a bit more charming. His long polished wooden desk had stacks of paperwork, a bottle of whiskey, a crystal ashtray, a telephone, a bowl-shaped lamp, and some letters. Behind him was a spinning globe and a big brown bookshelf filled with books, family pictures, and on the wall hung paintings of horses.

“Would you like some?” he asks, pointing to the bottle of whiskey in front of him.

“Yes, that would be lovely,” I reply. It would be rude to reject a drink since I am coming to his aid.

“My secretary recalls you are from America, yeah?” He pours me a glass and hands the drink to me.

“Yes. Chicago to be exact.” I take the drink in my sweaty hands, take a sip, and rest the glass on my lap.

“So, Ms. Rose,” he says, leaning back in his leather chair and lighting a cigarette. “What brings you here to Birmingham?” he asks, exhaling a cloud of smoke.

“I’m here because I want to work for you.” He blinks at me with no expression on his face and leans forward on his desk.

“My apologies, but I’m afraid all the women vacancies have been filled,” he says.

“Oh I won’t be working in the women's positions, I'll be working with the men,” I tell him, giving a half-smile. He stares at me unfazed and takes a drag of his cigarette.

“Are you a whore?” he asks bluntly.

“I beg your pardon?”

“Are you a whore?” he asks again nonchalantly. I clench my jaw slightly.

“No, I’m not a whore, Mr. Shelby,” I implied.

“If you’re not a whore then you’ve come to the wrong place then,” he says, exhaling a swirl of smoke. ‘Or you could be a barmaid,” he suggests.

“I’m not here to be a whore or a barmaid Mr. Shelby. I already told you what I came here for.” I was losing my patience.

“With all due respect Ms. Rose I don't think…I don’t think you are suited for it,” he says plainly. I stare at him, fixing my eyes on him.

“Do you know who I am, Mr. Shelby?”

“Only your name and that’s about it,” he replies, taking a smoke of his cigarette. I stare at him with a fierce look in my eyes and smirk.

“ I guess you can say I am part of an organized crime gang called The Blood Red Roses. As you can see by my coat,” I say, implying my black coat full of roses grinning proudly. He quickly takes back a smile as I continue. “We work with the mafia, we kill anyone who comes in our way, those who betray us, and we are known for showing no mercy. You must’ve heard about us, I’m sure.” He nods slowly.

“You know, I believe I might've heard of your organization.”

“I know you have. We’re hard to miss,” I tell him, smirking.

“I see, and what role did you play in your family's business?” he asks, taking a drag of his cigarette. I stare at him with hostile eyes leaning closer.

“ I was the assassin.” He swallows but tries to act unconcerned. He plays with his cigarette on the ashtray without looking at me due to fear but is forced to because of the information I told him.

“Why do you want to work for The Peaky Blinders?” he asks curiously.

“I want to work for The Peaky Blinders because I need help. My family is ruined and I need your family’s protection,” I tell him.

“Why us? I’m sure you have lots of allies willing to help you back in Chicago, no?” I shake my head.

“No. We don’t.”

“What happened to them?”

“They were all threatened by our common enemy. Luca Changretta.” His face becomes pale as if the blood was drained out of him from mentioning that name.

“Fuck,” he mutters under his breath. I unclasp my purse and take out a white card with a black hand printed on it.

“I’m assuming he gave you this?” I ask, sliding him the card.

“They got you too eh?” he scoffs looking down at the card.

“For a year now,” I tell him.

“Fuck,” he says leaning back in his chair and rubbing his eyes. I grabbed the card and put it back in my purse, I took a look around the room. The pictures of the family were hard not to miss.

“I can see you’re a family man. You value family and you’d do anything to protect them.”

“It’s true, you’re not wrong,” he says, sighing. “ I grew this business for my family. Started you as a regular working-class family but then we moved up in the world, so yes, I agree. I would say I consider myself a family man,” he says, taking a sip of whiskey.

“If you agree then you should be open to the idea. The idea of me working for you, because Mr. Shelby I too value family and would do anything to protect mine. Even if it means doing sacrifices of the unthinkable. I assume you have made sacrifices for your family before.” He says nothing but looks at the pen he is fiddling with on his desk. “Help protect a family member as if it was your own. I am counting on you and your family Mr. Shelby. Let me prove it to you I can be of good help-”

“I don’t know! I don’t fuckin know, alright?” he yells getting up and walking to the window in frustration.

“I don't even know you,” he says, turning around.

“Then get to,” I tell him. He scoffs smoking his cigarette, fixing his attention back out the window.

“How can we trust you?” How do we not know you’re some spy of Luca’s?”

“Our fathers worked together for years,” I told him.

“Oh did they,” he says unimpressed.

“Yes, they did. They kept it a secret, which is why it makes me believe that if they did, and you let me work for you, then I am in partnership with a very decent family.” He slowly looks at me, switching his eyes to the floor before drawing his cigarette. He stands there gazing out the window, thinking.

“You need me.”

“No, I don’t think we do,” he says, clenching his jaw ever so slightly as if he changed his mind last minute.

“You don’t think you guys need me? How many of Luca’s men have you killed?” I ask him with a raised eyebrow. He doesn’t respond and instead looks at his feet.

“Mhm, exactly what I suspected. Zero.” He looks at me and rolls his eyes.

“ I killed four of his men. By myself, while my gang was under attack. Four versus zero here Mr. Shelby, you know who’s winning in this vendetta right now. My organization consists of five hundred and more members stationed all across the globe. How many are there of you? Twenty, thirty perhaps, and you guys couldn’t even kill one?” He doesn’t respond to my question and looks annoyed as he looks out the window.“Also Mr. Shelby I must add, it was so easy getting through the front door of this place, anyone could walk right in here,” I point out. “If I were you, I would invest some time for better security.” He scoffs at me and looks away, taking another drag of his cigarette.

“Although, think about this. Hear me out. Together we can defeat this son of a bitch. I know you want to defeat him as much as I do and be free of this burden,” I explained to him. This caught his attention slightly. Judging from the facial expressions, he doesn’t know what to do, to be honest. He doesn't know if he should say yes to me or no. I get up from my chair and stand in front of his desk. “Listen, Mr. Shelby, I am good at my job. I have killed many people. About half of those people were Luca’s.” I trace the outside rim of my glass. “You see, I’ve heard of the notorious Peaky Blinders of Birmingham and knew they’d be good. I know I can trust your family, knowing that I would get the same trust back, and this is why I came here,” I explain. There was a moment of silence before he gave me a response. I couldn’t tell if his face read terror or craziness from what I said. He probably never heard of a woman killing as many people before. He stepped back from the window, took one last drag of his cigarette before pressing it on the tray, and put his hands in his pockets

“If we hire you, what will we get in return?”

“An alliance with The Blood Red Roses. A partnership of course. We’ll provide you with anything you need. I heard you guys are into the liquor business, no? You already have relations in Boston, think of what Chicago can bring you. I’ll make sure to bootleg your product over here,” I say. He nods slightly leaning against his desk with his arms crossed.

“Please. I’ll prove it to you.” I plead.

“Alright,” he tells me. “You’re hired.” A sigh of relief goes through my whole body.

“Thank you, Mr. Shelby.”

“I may have hired you, but I still need to get my family’s approval. Meet me at this address tomorrow night at seven o’clock, wear something nice, but not too fancy, and don’t be late,” he says handing me a piece of paper.

“I won’t,” I tell him. He leads me to the door and opens it for me.

“It was nice to meet you, Ms. Rose and welcome to Birmingham,” he says.

“Thank you and I look forward to working with you Mr. Shelby,” I say, shaking his hand.

“Til tomorrow then,” he says.

“Til tomorrow,” I confirm with a smile on my face, walking away with my heels clicking behind me. Victory never felt so good.

To be continued of this chapter...

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