'Merci | Alfie Solomons'

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YOU WATCH AS YOUR BROTHERS AND THEIR BUSINESS PARTNER STARE, gobsmacked at you as you waltze into the busy room, your arm linked with Gerald Hastins', a rather ruthless rival of Tommy and Alfie's.

"How the fuck has she managed that then?" Alfie mumbles to Tommy, his grip on his glass tightening since they clearly underestimated the youngest female Shelby.

You pass the small group of them with a smirk on your glammed up face, however staring forwards, as if not knowing them. Your black off the shoulder gown, sparkling under the dim light of the chandeliers that drip from the ceiling above you as Gerald walks you to a table.

Truth is you have managed to convince Mr Hastins that you are in fact a rather innocent and clueless French young lady, having gotten lost in the club after your friends had left you. The slimy man has no clue that you are in fact the little sister of Tommy Shelby, the person he recently nicked a diamond from. When I say nicked I mean that he purposefully paid their little heist master a heftier amount of money to deliver the diamond back to him, not Thomas. Of course, Tommy won't stand for this so here you all are now, at his club, ready to ruin the whole fucking thing.

"Merci." You say quietly, thanking Mr Hastins as he pulls out a chair for you, his eyes practically undressing you as you lower yourself onto the chair. The man clearly staring down the top of your dress as he stands behind you, soaking up your perfume.

Luckily for you, you know quite a bit of French so even if you were to be questioned, you have no worry at all that you'll be able to pull it off.

"Now that is a very pretty ring, my dear." Gerald compliments, lust dripping from him as he grabs your hand, smothering it with sloppy kisses. You use every ounce of will power you have to not grimace as his wet lips slobber onto your hand, instead you sweetly giggle.

"Tom, fucking look at the eyes he's making at her." Arthur rages, standing behind Tommy as he blankly watches the two, feeling slightly amused and impressed by his younger sister's antics.

"Don't panic, brother, me and Alfie are going over now." Tommy reassures him, tapping Arthur on his cheek lightly before him and Alfie march over to the table, both of them with casual and bored expressions on their faces.

"Tommy!" Gerald grins as he stands, holding his arms out in a friendly manner. Alfie rolls his eyes at the man as you watch your brother and him stagger over, amusement twinkling in your eyes as you smugly smile at them.

You purposefully cross your leg over the other as they approach the table, the slit in your dress revealing your smooth and bare leg to tease Alfie as he finds himself almost looking. Almost.

Tommy just nods, his bored and tired facial movements still present.

"And Alfie too? This must be my lucky day boys." Gerald continues, his black moustache curving as a sly grin paints his face.

"Fuck off Gerald." Alfie fires back, shoving his free hand into his pocket as the other grips his cane.

You have to firmly press your lips together, stopping yourself from laughing as you looks up at them both, Alfie's height towering over you as you sit. He too looks down at you, raising a subtle brow as you sip on some wine, staring back through your lashes as your stomach cartwheels slightly.

See Alfie also has a problem with Gerald, he, like Tommy, was going to get a rather pleasant amount of money out of the heist, so now that Gerald has fucked them over, he sees it only fit that they put a bullet between his eyes.

"Now, now Alf, no swearing in front of my lady friend." Gerald smiles coyly, nodding his head in the direction of you as Alfie has to peel his eyes away from you.

"And who is this lovely lady friend, eh?" Alfie mocks, shifting his weight from foot to foot as he uses his cane to point at you.

"Genevieve." You answer sweetly, raising your hand for Alfie to kiss it, a believable accent lacing your words.

Alfie merely looks at your hand before lifting his eyes back up to you.

"Don't know where they've been, do I?" He mumbles, much to your entertainment as you lower your hand, having always found amusement in Alfie's humour and mannerisms. The two of you getting along rather well, always backing eachother against Tommy, becoming somewhat partners in crime.

"Oh come on Alfie, Genevieve hasn't done anything to you." Mr Hastins patronises, the overwhelming gold rings of his hands glinting in the light of his club.

"You fucking have though, haven't yer?" Alfie fires back, his voice loud and gruff like normal.

"I did what any good business man does, be selfish." Gerald dismisses him.

"Well then allow me and my colleague to do what any successful business men would do." Tommy intervenes, Alfie staring daggers at Gerald who stands just across the table.

You sit, watching the scene unfold infront of you as Alfie stands close to your chair, you inhale his familiar scent, rum and smoke, Gerald having sat closer to the wall, meaning your back faces the dance floor.

"And what would that be Tommy?"

"To blow your fucking brains out mate." Alfie fake smiles, his broad and muscular frame intimidating to Gerald's chubby and sluggish one.

"Chat first?" He amuses, fear only spreading on his face for a second before he returns back to his revolting smile.

"Yeah, alright." Alfie scrunches up his nose as he narrows his eyes, teasing Gerald as he roughly drags out a chair, right next to you.

You turn your frame back in the direction of the table, sending sneaky glances to Alfie and Tommy as you smile at them, however pretending to be shy.

"Genevieve, dear this is Alfie Solomons and Thomas Shelby." Gerald introduces, stroking your hand as it rests on top of the table.

"It is a pleasure to meet you." You say, accent still thick as Tommy sends you a curt nod, Alfie eyeing you still.

"What accent is that, dove?" Alfie says, putting an arm behind your chair as he rests it on the back of it.

"She's French." Gerald answers for you.

"Really?" He turns back to you, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"Mhm." You hum as you take a sip of wine.

"Tu n'as pas pensé à m'aider et ton frère à lui parler hein?" Alfie says.

You giggle, lightly slapping his chest as you pretend to blush, between shy giggles you manage a "Merci.".

"What did he say?" Gerald asks you, tugging on your hand for your attention to go back to him.

"He said I'm the prettiest girl in the club." You tell him, Alfie toying with his jaw in an amused manner as you grin at him, your eyes speaking to eachother. His saying 'You wanna play that game, yeah?' As yours say 'Don't start something you can't finish, Alfred.'

"Did I now?" He mumbles, bringing his body closer to yours as he keeps a stiff smile on his face.

You silently and swiftly jam your heel into his foot.

Alfie winces at the pain and unexpected action, turning it into a sound of excited shock as he tries to cover it up.

"I fuckin' love this song." He exclaims, his knuckles whitening as his grips the table in attempt to bear the pain, Tommy desperately trying to hold back his smile as he watches you both.

"How about I take Genevieve for a dance so you two can get down to the gritty things, either that or we shoot you with her here, mate, your choice of course." Alfie says causally, running a hand over his beard as he glares at Gerald.

"Bring her back to me safely." Gerald stutters, his slimy smile fading from his face as Tommy crosses his arms, a sign that Gerald is in fact fucked.

"Come on then, dove." Alfie urges you, standing from the chair as he offers you his hand.

Looking up at him innocently, you slide your small and smooth hand into his larger and more rough one, a weird sensation tingling through you as you marvel in his touch. You stand from the chair as Alfie leads you to the dance floor, snaking his hand around your waist and entwining his fingers with your own with his other.

"Come on then, how'd you do it?" He mumbles, clearly annoyed.

"Do what?" You ask innocently, beaming up at him as you sway.

"Don't fuck about, Y/n/n." He says, his patience thinning as he tugs you closer to him, your body meeting his.

"I have tits Alf and you don't." You laugh, your eyes and earrings twinkling as you look up at him, feeling happy to be so close to him.

"Don't I know it." He mutters, moving his eyes away from you as he feels himself getting lost in your eyes.

"Alfred!" You whisper yell, having heard his comment as you tip your head back to laugh.

"Shhhhh." He hushes you, nestling you into his neck as he brings his mouth close to your ear, your laughs now being muffled by his suit jacket.

When your laughter finally settles down you lift your head from out the crook of his neck, your faces closer than how they were before as you both lock eyes, staring longingly at one another. You see his gaze falter down to your lips before regrettably returning to your eyes, guilt and slight fear making Alfie contemplate his actions.

Your hand slowly glides from his shoulder onto his neck and before you know it your palm is resting on his cheek as he looks down at you.

Snapping you both from your intimate moment the people around you break from their dancing stances, clapping the band.

Alfie is quick to follow suit, snatching his hands away from your frame and stepping back, an action that causes your heart to break slightly at his eagerness.

You too clap, your eyes almost becoming glossy as he refuses to meet your gaze, looking anywhere but at you. Now slightly annoyed you make your own way back to the table.

You are greeted by Tommy causing the vile man to shrink under his piercing gaze, his hands trembling as he passes Tommy a black velvet box, the lid lifted up as it reveals a gorgeous diamond. As you open your mouth to speak, Tommy stops you, snapping the box shut.

"Forget it Y/n, we're leaving now." He tells you, standing abruptly from his chair as he places his hand on the small of your back, guiding you away from Mr Hastins.

Passing Alfie, you glare at him, your face like thunder as he shifts in his stance, clearly uneasy.

"Why ain't he dead, Tom?" Alfie hisses, still seething from his little interaction with you as he walks beside you and Tommy, almost sandwiching you in the middle.

"Because if I killed him we wouldn't have got the diamond now would we, Alf?" Tommy replies, walking outside as immediately lights up a cigarette, dropping his hand from your back.

"Sorted Tom?" John asks, stumbling over with Arthur in tow, a drunk and happy lopsided grin plastered on his face as the two lift shots to their mouths.

"Yes, Johnboy." Tommy nods, marching over to his car as he holds the door open, John and Arthur climbing inside.

You go to join your brothers inside the car however Thomas has other ideas.

"Y/n you will be riding with Alfie." He tells you, his hand infront of you, stopping you as you glare at him.

"Bu-"

"No buts," he interrupts, "Off you go."

And with that he slams the back doors of the vehicle shut, not saying another word to you before he gets behind the wheel.

Alfie, like you, looks slightly mortified by the idea, unsure of whether he'll be able to restrain himself again if given the opportunity to kiss you once more.

"Fuck sake." He mumbles before turning round and staggering over to his car. "Well come on then!" He calls over to you, realising that you haven't moved from your spot.

Reluctantly you walk to him, the darkness enveloping his broad figure, his black coat swaying and his cane clicking every time it reaches the floor.

"Fuck sake." You curse under your breath, huffing as your wrap your arms around you, trying to shelter yourself from the cold.

AUTHOR'S NOTE

DON'T WORRY MY LOVES THERE WILL BE A PART TWO! Let me know how you found this one in the comments!