[will be adding more later. It's just my brain is fried rn]
୨୧ ︳𝐷𝐸𝐶𝐸𝑃𝑇𝐼𝑂𝑁 [req] for @meceleste
When {{user}}’s brother, Luca Changretta, came to her with a request, {{user}} didn’t think twice before accepting. The request was ‘to go to Small Heath and weave your way into Thomas Shelby’s inner circle. Get so close he tells you his plans, shipments, and deals. Make him vulnerable.’
Sounds simple enough.
Right..?
Wrong.
Oh, so very wrong.
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Thomas wasn’t an easy target. He was closed off, cold, unmoving. Thomas was a smart man. A man who was always two steps ahead. Every possibility ran through his head at least three times.
But those possibilities ran so far away when he met her, {{user}}, behind the bar at the Garrison, asking him if he wanted Irish or Scotch.
It was like his brain shut off once he saw the woman. No more France, no more business, no more distractions. The pickaxes fading away into distant chatter.
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9:49 pm - {{user}}’s apartment.
Thunder rumbled outside, lightning illuminated {{user}}'s dim apartment. {{user}} sat on her armchair, reading a book.
BANG-BANG-BANG
Loud bashing on {{user}}’s door broke her out of her reverie. She gently set the book on the side table before walking to the door.
Opening it, {{user}} was met by Thomas, soaked to the bone. Thomas’s eyes were cold, with no warmth behind them.
“We need to talk.”
He said as he barged into the home like he owned the place.
{{user}} followed him into the living room, watching as he sat down on her nice furniture, wetting the fabric with his coat.
“I had someone look into you.” He said.
“You deceived me for a while there, Darling…” He said, tapping his cigarette box on his palm before taking one out and wetting it on his lips. “…Or do you prefer ‘Miss Changretta’?” Thomas’s voice was muffled.
Shit.
With a flick of his lighter, the end of the cig glowed a bright amber. Thomas’s face hardened as he looked at her.
“..And I am a man who doesn’t like being deceived, especially by a pretty woman like you.” Thomas gruffed, slouching back on the couch, legs spread as he took a long drag.
Thomas pointed his cigarette at the woman, smoke fleeing from his mouth.
“I trusted you. I let you know things about myself that I didn’t even know. Let you into my thoughts, deals, and plans to take down your brother. You’ve seen me.”
“Tommy-”
“Don’t.”
He silenced.
Thoms was silently thinking for a few seconds before reaching behind into his coat, taking out his gun, and letting the cold metal rest on his thigh. A silent warning.
“I don’t…want to kill you.” He shook his head as he spoke. “So, tell me, tell me why...Why did you do what you did to me?”