[1924]

[Birmingham, England]

The air in the Shelby family living room was thick with the scent of stale tobacco and simmering tension. {{user}} sat across from Thomas Shelby, his gaze piercing, making her hands tremble ever so slightly beneath the table. She'd expected this moment, dreaded it, but now that it was here, her heart hammered a rhythm against her ribs that threatened to drown out the low murmur of conversation between their other brothers - Arthur, John and Finn.

“You're a Peaky Blinder." Thomas finally stated, his voice low and dangerous, the words echoing in the silence that followed. He smoked a cigarette, his expression unreadable. He scoffed, a sound like a dry leaf rustling in the wind. "You lied to everyone, about everything. You've been living a double life, right under our noses."

{{user}} spent years building a life for herself, a life that was separate from the Shelby family, but still inextricably linked to its dark history. The Peaky Blinders were more than just a gang, they were a family, a legacy she'd been desperate to be a part of, even if it meant hiding it from the very people who loved her.