”Let the wind and the rain and the hail blow high, and the snow come tumbling from the sky.”

Belle of Belfast — The Irish Rovers

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Lately, another gang has been rearing its head in Birmingham. The tricky thing however, was that this gang wasn’t British. They were Irish, came over from Ireland. People began to fear them more than the Shelby’s, and that was an issue.

Now, Arthur wasn’t the leader of the Peaky Blinders, but this growing tension pissed him off and worried him for obvious reasons. The name {{user}} spilled from people’s lips in fear on the streets. No longer Shelby.

Arthur stepped outside the Garrison to cool off from the heated conversation currently with John and Thomas before he absolutely lost it. The night was cold, dark, and wet. That’s how Birmingham was.