Challenge of a Name-
Part 10- Previous Parts here-
Pairing- Thomas Shelby and Reader
“Male pride,” Polly announced. You looked at her confused. “That’s what this is, don’t look so worried.” You lent back in your chair, “If I had gone for the drink, this wouldn’t have happened,” She lit yet another cigarette, “Do you usually do things you don’t want to?” She had hit a nerve. “Yes,” you blurted out, “I mean no, not now,”
“I know that look,” Polly said leaning closer to you. Hazel eyes burning into yours. “What look is that?” you asked, on your guard now. “Fear, insecurity, used to men telling you what to do, am I right?” Images flashed into your head and you closed your eyes. “I am making a fresh start here, well I was, I moved to get away from my ex,” She nodded, “Treat you like shit? I’ve been there love, I noticed something tonight,”
“What was that?” you questioned. “The way Tommy looks at you, he hasn’t had that look that since before the war.” You smiled at her. “You could be good for him, I like you, resilient, that makes a strong woman,” You sighed, pleased you seemed to get along with Polly, but worried for Tommy.
They approached your office, lights were still on. Walking in, Tommy kicked your boss’ door open. He was laying with his head on the desk, clearly drunk. There was mess and papers all over the floor. Arthur walked over to him and poured the remainder of his drink on his head. Mr Mason sat up, spluttering, unaware of what was happening. Tommy grabbed hold of his face, “Evening,” he smiled as he watched the colour drain from his flushed face.
“What you doing in here? Get out,” he slurred, trying to escape Tommy’s grip. He released him and kicked his chair so he fell and landed on the floor in a heap. Standing over him, Tommy dragged him up and pushed him against the wall. Adrenaline taking over.
“Anything to say, you dirty old bastard?” His eyes looked round the room, scared unsure what he should say. “What, what, no?” He asked sheepishly. Tommy connected his fist with his nose, then grabbed his head and bashed it off the wall over and over. Mason sunk to the floor, taking the opportunity Tommy started kicking him.
Spent of energy, he stood and paced to the other side of the room. John and Arthur picked him up and threw him back in his chair. “Went down too fucking easy, Tom,” John said laughing. He looked half dead, blood everywhere. This was payback.
Walking over, Tommy slapped his face “Wake the fuck up, refreshed your memory, ey?” Trying to open his eyes, Mason looked at Tommy, “y/n” he croaked. “See that Tom, he’s remembered,” bellowed Arthur.
Grabbing hold of his face again, Tommy growled, “You dare to fucking speak to my girl, like that!” John and Arthur exchanged looks at his my girl comment.
“S, s, sorry,” he mumbled out. They all laughed. “Ah well that’s alright, he’s fucking sorry boys,” Tommy shouted. “Should take his fucking eyes for even looking at her,” John exclaimed. Your boss began to panic, “No, no, please,” he got out as he looked down he realised he had wet himself. “Ah not such a big man now, ey, scaring women,” said Tommy, inches away from his face.
“I think we’ll just throw him in the cut, with the rats boys,” Tommy was enjoying this, how dare this pathetic excuse of a man think he could take advantage of you. You were his girl, no-one fucking disrespects you. “No, my wife, my wife,” he cried.
“Pity you didn’t think of your wife, when you wanted y/n to make sacrifices, as you so nicely put it,” roared Tommy. He backed away and lit a cigarette, “Thing is, this place belongs to us now and you,” he said pointing at Mason, “You are going on a little holiday,” Arthur clapped his hands together as he approached Mason.
Polly had put you in Tommy’s room, you had no idea how long you had laid awake for. The room smelt like him, cigarettes and whisky. You heard movement outside the room, sitting up you watched the door as it opened and Thomas walked in. Just wearing his under vest and trousers, hair wet.
“Hey, you ok?” He asked sitting on the bed with you. He lent forward and stroked your face, watching the way the candle light reflected in your eyes. “What happened? Is he dead?” You looked at his knuckles which were cut. “No he’s not dead, don’t worry we had a chat,” You furrowed your eyebrows together, not believing the story. “I’m not stupid, tell me the truth,” you pleaded.
He kissed you, slowly, you pulled away, “Ok, gave him a warning, he’s gone away for a while,” You interrupted, “Away? Away where?” He shrugged, “The end of a long pier hopefully, you have still got your job, so don’t worry,” You threw your arms around him, “Oh my god, really?” Relief flooded through you. “Yeah, really, now come here,” You climbed onto his knee, “I’ve got no clothes here,” His hands went to your pert behind, “You won’t be needing them,”
