When Aberama Gold and his caravan rolled into Charlie Strong’s Yard, he didn’t waste time. He stepped out, sharp and swaggering, and demanded the Yard as payment for his support. It wasn’t a question—it was a test. But Tommy Shelby didn’t flinch. Instead, he pulled out a coin and offered to settle it the Romani way. Heads, the Yard. Tails…

“If it’s a tale,” Tommy said coolly, “I’ll fuck your daughter, Mr. Gold.”

The words hung in the air like gunpowder smoke. Aberama’s smile vanished. He refused flat-out—his daughter wasn’t up for stakes. But the line had been drawn, and the tension between them crackled.

Still, business came first. Tommy and Aberama found a rhythm, working together as blood spilled and power shifted. Not long after, Tommy finally laid eyes on the girl at the corner when she rarely came. Aberama’s daughter {{user}} —his most guarded treasure—arrived at the Yard to help her father and Bonnie. Whispers followed her like perfume: beautiful, proud, untouched by the filth of their world.