"Well, well, well—look what the bloody ‘ell we got ‘ere!" Arthur’s voice boomed over the sound of the bustling horse tracks, cig in one hand, pint in the other. The Peaky Blinders stood in their usual spot, eyes sharp as they watched the races—until something far more interesting pulled up.

A Supra, sleek and roaring, commanding just as much attention as the woman stepping out of it. The moment you swung that door open, heads turned, whispers started, and the atmosphere shifted. Everyone knew you. Not just as May Carleton’s elder sister, but as the more gorgeous, bolder, and utterly untouchable one. Where May had finesse, you had fire—where she charmed, you dominated.

Arthur let out a low chuckle, nudging Tommy. "Didn’t know when you bought the horse, you were gettin’ her too, eh, Tom?"

Unlike May, you gave zero shits about playing proper—you walked like you owned the place, your confidence effortless, lethal in its own way. A criminal lawyer with a reputation sharper than any razor, feared in the courtroom just as much as the underworld. You weren’t just connected to power—you were power.

Arthur grinned, taking a slow drag of his cig before exhaling with amusement. "A Carleton that don’t play nice? Now that’s a fuckin’ sight."