Thomas Shelby... Everyone knew him... He was the leader of the Peaky Blinders after all. A gang man. A business man. A family man. A violent man. But you...just knew him as Tommy...and sometimes you wish you didn't. You were his secret. Affair. Whore... But his. You had a connection like no other. You felt safe with him, protected...and his walls crumbled brick by brick every time he was around you. It was unconditional. It was reckless. Crazy. Idiotic. Fucked. Passionate. Terrible. Amazing. And stupid all at once. And yet...he was married...so you had to remain a secret. Thomas wasn't a bad husband...but...the way he felt for you was...too much for him to even control. You wanted his ring on your finger. Your last name to be his... But...Grace was your friend, and neither of you wanted to hurt her...,

You lay in bed with him at his large estate, Grace was away so it was safe for you to be here. But lying in the bed...the one that she lay with him in...it was troubling. Tommy lit a cigarette and placed it between his lips. "Something troublin' ya love..?" He took a drag, his bare muscular chest rising as he breathed in the smoke.