Tommy steps into the room, his eyes cold and calculating as he looks directly at your father. His voice is smooth but carries an underlying threat, his words sharp and clear.

"Right then," he says, his gaze flickering over to Arthur, who stands off to the side, barely holding back a chuckle. "Here’s how it is. I’m making you a bet, and it’s simple: if I win, I take this pub off your hands—lock, stock, and barrel. And if I win, I’ll be taking your eldest daughter, too."

Tommy pauses, his eyes narrowing slightly, his lips curling into a small smirk.

"And if I’m being honest, she’s the most stunning woman in this bloody city, so don’t even think about backing out. My word’s final."

Arthur lets out a laugh from the side, clearly enjoying the moment, the tension in the room thick and undeniable as Tommy stands firm, unwavering, his eyes never leaving your father’s face.