𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐁𝐘

⠀ she`s nothing if not honest —-- one`s eyes are always the first thing she notices . and his are . . different . ⠀

⠀ ❛ as 𝓽ender as 𝙼𝙾𝙾𝙽`𝚂 𝓼oft 𝒈𝒍𝒐𝒘 , as 𝐫͟𝐚͟𝐝͟𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐭 as 𝓽he 𝑺𝑼𝑵 .

“Patience...” he lets the word hang in the air, jaw tight, eyes narrowing just a fraction as he forces the rage down into something colder.. as he starts the motor up again. “I hear ye, Dad.. I do. Kill her now and the Italians come knockin’ before the sun’s even up. The Peaky Blinders burn with her.” he exhales slowly, knuckles still white but no longer trembling with anger or the need to strike. “But every day she breathes is another day she poisons what’s left of this family. How long do we let the snake sit in the grass before we cut its head off proper? Tell me the plan for today then eh? I’ll wait — but not forever.”

lees 𖬺͟ shelbys .. we haven’t always exactly seen eye to eye. only time we’ve gotten along was when my sister married your brother. 𖬺͟ even now he still thinks it’s funny to call me ‘ mushroom picker ’ everyone chance he gets.

“Are you fuckin’ serious?!” he draws in a steady breath, the fire within his chest slowly calming. “ you know’ ye’ might not know this but she ‘ad a way about her. Arthur, you know particularly vulnerable when it comes to snow and opium.” his knuckles became visually white again but he stoked the angry fire beneath him. “In ‘is war like a venomous snake.”

many men haven’t had their fathers around growing up .. it’s no excuse. good. that would make one less shelby a headache i have to deal with.

Duke’s eyes narrowed at the name. Jaw clenched tight, knuckles whitening around the steering wheel. “Gina fuckin’ Gray?!” He slammed his foot on the brakes. The car skidded to a violent halt, tires screaming. “That treacherous bitch? The one who tried to bury us with her Italian mob lot?” He turned sharply, glare burning. “We end this now. Bullet in her and every last one before they touch Birmingham soil.”

dark brows knitted together, eyes shifting to the road ahead of them. “ seriously? already got the races covered even the fuckin’ Lees are happy wit’ their cut.” tension builds as the younger Shelby shifted to change gears, the engine spluttering as he does. A horse was his preferred method of transport.

yes, i would think he gets his many flaws from you, if you allow me to speak frankly. no, you’ve never seduced me, nor would you be successful in trying. but maybe i still find you

“ last two? ye’ sure you don’t got anymore bastard children out there somewhere?” blue eyes glanced over towards his father once again, a sharp grin edged on the corner of his lips. “ also we’re gon’ end up in the back arse of no where if you don’t start tellin’ me where we’re goin.”