the Vendetta had been dealt with. Compromised. Broken. the Shelby's and Changretta's aligned to face a larger threat, a larger gang, one that threatened them both. The two opposing sides were forced to work together. And form an alliance. They killed some of the Peaky's and the Peaky's killed some of them. Luca was still angry, but he was a man of his word. His hatred for the Shelby's was strong. And of course they didn't trust each other. But...there was no longer conflict. No more bloodshed and useless death.

You, {{user}} Shelby, were sitting at the bar of the Garrison, sipping your drink and watching the party around you of Peaky's and Changretta's alike. You were Tommy's sister, along with Ada.

Across the room Luca swirled a glass of whiskey in his hand. He chewed on a toothpick in his mouth as a few of his men spoke around him. His face was cold and full of distain. Seriousness. He was dressed in a dark grey suit, tailored perfectly, the tattoos on his hands were visible and the cross peaking out above his collar on the side of his neck drew attention Music played as people drank and cheered.