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Dangerous Affair

An Alfie Solomon's X Arleth Shelby(FemOC) One-Shot

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A/N: Hi everyone I hope you all have been enjoying Fall so far and yes I am back again with another One-Shot of our favorite Camden Town gangster. This was just cute and wanted to bring more of the Peaky Blinders world and also include Thomas in the picture. And yes this is a Thomas Shelby sister fic with a twist with Alfie. I hope you all enjoy this short story of a forbidden love that shouldn't exist between a Shelby and a Solomon's. Thank you all again for following and as always please comment, reblog and enjoy my stories. It means alt for the blog and I appreciate every single one of you as always. Please as always enjoy this short story and catch you guys on the next chapter or One-Shot. See Ya!!!

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ONE-SHOT/DRABBLES MASTERLST

Word Count: 4,409

WARNING 18+ ONLY!!!: Fluff, Some Smoking, Some Cussing, and SMUT!!!

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“Polly please, you’re the only person who I can rely on and trust, unlike Tommy and the boys. I… I have a confession to make,” Arleth said, stopping her pacing around the small living room while her Aunt Polly sat on the couch with her arms crossed together.

“Arleth, whatever it is you’re going to say to me, I will support you no matter what. Tell me, my child, what would you like to tell me?” said the grown woman, patting the side of the couch gesturing for her niece to sit down.

The girl took a seat next to Polly as she took in slow, deep breaths. Feeling that her heart would burst out of her chest at any moment. Nervous to tell her wise and caring aunt about what she was going to say that might either be joyful about or be wildly upset. Arleth clasped her hands together, placing them on top of her knees while Polly placed a gentle hand behind her back.

“Go on, my dear, tell me what’s on your mind. Is someone causing you trouble again? Or did one of your brothers say something that made you feel uncomfo-.”

“I love Alfie Solomon’s auntie Polly, and he wants me to be his bride. And… if you can grant me permission to be with him, he is not a wicked man as Tommy and the boys think he is. Mr. Solomon’s has been awfully gentle and sweet, and never put a single hand on me. But you have the last word and if you say no, then… well, I’ll guess I have to decline his offer,” Arleth said, lowering her eyes down, tightening her hands together, feeling sweat forming against her palms.

She felt Polly’s hand stop mid-way behind her back, knowing that this was going to be a terrible talk. Polly felt so many emotions at that moment, trying to acknowledge if she heard her niece correctly or if she was fooling around. Arleth felt herself become anxious and felt her heart pumping uncontrollably. Expecting to be yelled at the most and knowing what type of afflictions she will get into with her brothers. But what shocked her the most was what Polly told her next: that she didn’t expect the most.

“How long have you two been seeing each other” Polly said, making Arleth gaze back into the old woman’s eyes.

“Your not mad at me, auntie Polly? Not even for a single bit?” said Arleth in a timid tone. Her hands fiddled together as she was holding her breath in between.

“Well, yes, in some parts I am disappointed with who you are in love with, knowing that it is Tommy’s enemy, Arthur’s, John’s, mine, and The Shelby family” Polly said reaching out the small case of cigarettes placing one in between her lips lighting the small roll with a fire match.

“But I want you to know something Arleth,” Polly continued talking, taking a slow drag from the cigarette and letting out a small slow puff from her mouth, “if this man ever even if it means one slight mistake he does. If it either means he puts a hand on you, breaks your heart, or if he is just manipulating you to get close to your brothers, I will tell Thomas. It is a warning right now, my dear. Do I make myself clear?”

Arleth thought long and hard about what her aunt told her, knowing the many risks that will take place. Since she is doing this behind her brother’s back’s feeling like she was betraying them. But the love that Arleth had for Alfie was something she couldn’t resist or ignore. It wasn’t love at first sight when she first met the Jewish king of Camden Town. Thomas, to her surprise, told her to come along with him, which was something unusual about his personality. Tommy was very overprotective of Arleth since she was the youngest in the family, besides Ada. But on that day, he suddenly decided for her to come along since he was making a deal with a man that has double-crossed him and his other two brothers so many times. Arleth didn’t understand this reasoning at first, but once they got to Alfie’s distillery, she was furious.

“My sister here would be of some use in your business here, Mr. Solomon’s. She would be a great secretary,” her brother said, making Arleth’s eyes grow wide in shock.

“Are you fucking around, Thomas? Me, working for this man here who has betrayed you so many times. And you think I should be his secretary? Have you gone mad Tommy!” she burst at him, getting up from the chair while her big brother only remains quiet.

After a moment of silence, she made her way out of Alfie’s office, leaving both men on whatever else business they will discuss. She waited patiently outside for Thomas, still furious about her brother bringing her along. For only to make her work with someone who Thomas can’t trust and probably get stabbed in the back again. She let out a heavy sigh under her breath until she heard the front door of the distillery open. Thomas walked his way towards his little sister, who looked the other way, not wanting to speak to the person who was supposed to protect her. He then took out a cigarette from his gold box, lit it up with a match, and took out a long, smokey drag.

“Arleth, listen to what I am about to tell you.”

Arleth didn’t want to hear what Tommy had to say and instead made her way to the car instead. On the ride home, it rained, which didn’t bother both Thomas and Arleth for one bit. They were gypsies by blood; it ran through the Shelby family tree, which she was proud of. Tommy and Arleth didn’t speak to each other for a long moment until Thomas broke the silence.

“You won’t be working for Alfie in his distillery, ok? Instead, you will work with me at the betting shop. Does that sound better for you?” he said, making Arleth arch a big eyebrow in his direction while he was busy looking up ahead on the road.

“Are you being serious this time, Tommy? Or this is another game of yours for you making me spy on Mr. Solomons? Because I am not falling for your stupid games, brother,” she said, folding her arms together, feeling like she is wasting precious energy on a ridiculously false proposal.

“I’m being serious with you, Arleth. You will work with aunt Polly, Ada, Lizzie, and Esme but nothing more, yes? But I know you won’t like what I’ll be saying next. You will visit Alfie sometimes. You will be the messenger and nothing more, alright? If he dares touches you, asks you out, or anything that wasn’t part of our deal, I’m going after him. I promise you on that little Arleth, he is a fucking dead man, ok?” Tommy ended his proposition, while she just rolled her eyes looking out through the side window overlooking an endless green field not liking the job he was offering.

Some 3 months later, Arleth has been coming back and forth to deliver messages to Alfie. While being the bookkeeper at the betting shop with her aunt Polly, and the other ladies. It was fun to be at the shop with her family, seeing many people betting on the amount of money they were putting in. Some won and others would burst into anger after losing so much money, which made Arleth laugh on the inside. However, whenever Thomas sent her to Camden Town with Alfie, it made Arleth feel scared. Not knowing if this could be the day Mr. Solomon’s would want to ask her out for dinner or anything that could make her big brother upset. It was something that Arleth wanted the least to see both men get into a bloody fight. Or even worse, go to war over for someone like her she would think would be unreasonable. But in the end, she did her job, and she wanted to do it fast, give the message, exchange a few words with the Jewish man and get back home. The car stopped in front of the building. The driver then opened the door for Arleth saying “thank you” to the gentleman. Once inside the building, Ollie was there to greet her, as always, leading the way to Alfie’s office. As they reached the front office door, Ollie announced Arleth’s arrival. The bearded man looked up from his paperwork, looking into her bright dark purple eyes.

“Ah Ms. Shelby, do come in love please have a seat, yea? It is nice to see you again, as always wha’ news have you brought for me from your dear old brother today?” he said as the woman didn’t take a seat saying nothing in return.

Alfie didn’t seem bothered by her behavior since he got used to not getting a reply from Arleth. He too reminded himself to not get too close to her since she is both a Shelby and Tommy’s little sister. And Alfie knows how dangerous the Shelby boys can get if they found out he has been growing feelings for her. He found Arleth an attractive woman, strong-headed, sarcastic, and smart, but what he liked about her the most was her almond purple eyes. Never in Alfie’s life has he seen a woman possess such a vibrant color that he felt himself get lost in them. But he would only shrug that thought away from his mind, pulling back into reality and still with the deal he made with Thomas. They both said nothing after what felt like minutes going by until Arleth took out a brown folder with the paperwork inside and gently tossed it on top of Alfie’s desk. She said nothing from the entire exchange until she finally said something to Alfie which he really didn’t like.

“Am I finished here, Mr. Solomons? I would like to go home now if that doesn’t bother you?” Arleth said in a fret tone while crossing her arms together against her chest and tapping her right index finger against her left arm.

Alfie didn’t want to let her go just yet. He really wanted to get to know Arleth a bit better than just being a simple messenger, greeting her and saying a quick ‘goodbye.’ Alfie saw something in her which he couldn’t quite get a grasp on, but he has been wanting to ask her out for dinner. But he knew of the consequences, but he couldn't care less if it meant putting his life at risk of getting close to Arleth. So he took the ladder as he stood up from his chair, placing his hands on top of his desk. Arleth took a step back, looking confused what the man was doing, feeling uneasy about what he was going to do next.

“Darlin’ I… well, would you like to accept my invitation to take you out for dinner? I know we’re not supposed to talk further with each other or whatnot. But I would like to get to know you better. You are a lovely lookin’ woman, especially your purple eyes,” Alfie said, feeling his insides become undone, knowing he was getting into deep waters in where this was going. “You don’ have to give me a straightaway answer, love. Take your time in thinkin abou’ this. I would be happy to take yous anywhere no matter what it is you ask, yea?”

Arleth didn’t know what to say about this unexpected invitation, wondering if he was being truthful or toying with her. She only stood silent and without saying another word Arleth left the dimly brown office, trying to steady her breathing. She tried her best to pretend and ignore Alfie asking her out for dinner some days later. But once Tommy told her sister to go with Mr. Solomon’s again, Arleth’s blood turned cold. Making her way back to Camden Town some weeks later, she could feel a lump form in her throat. Expecting the worst to come when she has to see his face once again. Making her way with Ollie as always, she made it to his old brown-lit office. Where he was writing some notes down on a piece of paper, stopping mid-way to see Arleth on the other side of his desk.

“Good afternoon Ms. Shelby, it is nice to see ya again like always. How may I help? Any news tha’ you have for me today, love?” Alfie said while his small spectacles rested on the top of his nose, looking up in her direction.

“Mr. Solomon’s I… I’ve been thinking about your invitation for a while and.. may I ask. Why? Why is it you have so much interest and want to know me better?” Arleth said, questioning Alfie as if they were making some sort of interrogation.

“First, my treacle, you will address me from now on as Alfie, not Mr. Solomons righ’. And to answer your question, love, I could see through your eyes and body language who wants to break free from your brother’s reign. And because… well, to put it out lightly, you’re the most lovely woman tha’ I have ever seen in me life,” Alfie said, removing his spectacles from his nose as Arleth felt her cheeks become warm.

Alfie stood up from his chair and walked his way around his desk towards Arleth. She stood her ground while he was coming in her direction, feeling helpless at that moment. She had the sense of hitting him with all of her strength or on the other side of herself. Arleth wanted to let him come to her. Arleth didn’t realize her hands turned into fists and she relaxed her hands afterward. She felt his warm presence next to her as they both gaze at each other’s eyes, catching a hint of what must have been a mix of smoke, rum, and a pleasing fresh cologne.

“Well, umm Alfie,” Arleth said, trying her best not to make eye contact as she continued, “Thank you for your kind compliment. But I also wanted to tell you about my decision to accept your invitation for dinner. And… I want you to be sincere with me here at this moment. Are you trying to manipulate and use me for your own pleasures? Or do you really have to want to get to know me as in you really have grown feelings towards me as a person? Because… I… I have liked you for quite some time and it would be lovely to get to know you better than this, really.”

Alfie placed a tender hand on her left shoulder. Arleth’s body suddenly tensed up while goosebumps filled her entire body.

Is this really happening?

“I am not in any way manipulating you and will never take advantage of you love. You are something special in me eyes and I really wan’ to get to know who you truly are, Arleth Shelby. Besides being your brother’s messenger and his youngest little sister, when will you like to have dinner, love?” he finally said, giving her a small side smile that Arleth found welcoming.

“How about Friday evening, outside of Small Heath, yes?” said Arleth, gesturing a shy but bright smile at the tall man in front of her.

“Friday evenin’ it is, then.”

After their first secret date that Friday evening, it then became another date. After many shadowy meet-ups both Alfie and Arleth lost track, they were busy enjoying each others company. Until now, however, they both have done so many things together. Including giving gifts to each other, teaching Alfie to speak her family’s tongue, visiting his home in Margate, and they especially never missed a chance to make love to each other. Arleth and Alfie knew they were doing these things behind her entire family’s backs. She knew it was wrong, but her heart was easily stolen away by the man that she at first despised, hated, and didn’t want to be close to until he show his true colors to her.

While Arleth was busy processing what her aunt Polly said about her injunction, she suddenly gave her last word.

“However, you have my permission for you to marry Mr. Solomon’s and that is final,” Polly said, placing her hand on top of her niece’s hands, making Arleth look in her direction.

“Do you understand what I have told you, Arleth?”

“I understand, Aunt Polly. I promise you, he is not as bad as Thomas and the boys think he is. But thank you very much, Polly, and for also understanding,” she said, holding onto her hand while both ladies exchange a smile at each other.

“Your very welcome, my dear. Now then, how about we grab a cup of wine, just you and me, eh? To celebrate your secret soon-to-be wedding day?” Polly suggested, making Arleth chuckle at this request.

“Why yes, of course, aunt Polly, I would love that very much.”

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Later That Night

The sun was setting behind the ever-bright green fields, illuminating a pleasing dark orange sky with gray clouds. Alfie paced slowly back and forth on the dirt brown road waiting for Arleth to arrive at their hidden get-together. He would always grow worried every time when they both meet each other at these hours. Thinking if they would get caught and that they have been followed all this time by one of the Peaky boys. Or, even worse, the main three brothers themselves. But as time has passed by, both Arleth and Alfie haven’t been caught yet, so that was a good sign to begin with. As Alfie continued to hear his pocket watch tick-tocking for the past few minutes, Arleth suddenly appeared from behind a large oak tree. Making Alfie jump in fright, thinking it was some unknown person he didn’t recognize. She let out a small giggle, seeing his spooked reaction while Alfie cursed under his breath.

“Fuckin’ hell love, you almost gave me a fuckin’ heart attack I though’ it was fuckin’ someone else,” said Alfie while putting away his small watch back in his waistcoat while Arleth wrapped her arms around his neck giving a small kiss on his left cheek.

“What a way to greet your future wife, my lovely king,” she jokingly said, closing the gap between his and her lips and feeling Alfie’s hands on top of her small hips.

Parting their lips away from each other, they rested their foreheads against each other. Arleth caressed her thumbs against his scruffy beard. Alfie’s right hand cupped her delicate chin.

“Wha’ you say we get out of here just you and me yea?” He asked, giving a cheeky smile at his future wedded wife she will soon be Mrs. Solomon’s.

“I thought you never asked.”

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The heat inside the car became moist while the sky outside became cold as small drops of rain poured down. Arleth and Alfie embraced in each other’s arms, exchanging kisses back and forth. They parked in some quiet forest where there was no other living human except for trees, wet dirt, and chilly rain. Arleth’s exposed chest became visible as Alfie took in her right nipple while teasing her other breast with his left hand. His massages became erotically enjoyable while her hand reached down between them. Feeling his hard cock growing in her right hand.

“You like that, don’t you, my dirty man, hmm?” Arleth whispered in a seductive tone next to Alfie’s left ear, thrusting her hand up and down his length and nibbling his ear with her lips.

Alfie went off like a madman as he teasingly bit down on the side of her neck, making Arleth let out a soft moan. Their kisses became alluring as Alfie gently laid her on top of the back seat of the car hovering over her small body. While her thrusting increased on his dick, Alfie now left a hickey mark on her neck as he lower himself down between her breasts. Leaving a trail of kisses so passionately until he reaches her long black shirt. Kissing her stomach, Arleth gently grabbed his short brown locks as he undid her shirt. She was now only on her lingerie lace panties, which Alfie found the sight pleasing and sexy. Her perfect round breasts, those lips, her eyes, everything that he never thought he would feel so lucky to possess and to have. Arleth bit her lips together as she smoothes her hands against his semi-exposed chest. He then undid his white long sleeve shirt, feeling the chilly atmosphere hitting sound his upper body. He didn’t hold back a grudge when he made his way down between Arleth’s legs, kissing both of her thighs. The roughness of his beard made her insides tingle with delight. Feeling her now wet flower become hot and moist against her panties.

“Alfie…,” she moaned out, feeling his hands now digging underneath her panties. Feeling the material go down underneath her hips.

Once the soft panties were off, her pink pussy was shown in front of Alfie’s eyes, ready to consume her tasty juices. He then licked the top of her clit while gently extending her folds apart with his fingers. His tongue roamed between tasting her sweetness as he then placed two fingers inside of her vaginal canal. Arleth arched her back, letting another luscious moan as she grip his hair harder than before. He held nothing back as he licked and fingered, fucked her loving to hear Arleth moan out his name.

“Fuck… Alfie, please go harder… I think… I’m going to cum,” she said with her eyes closed, feeling she was being sent up to the sky, loving the way his mouth and fingers felt inside her cunt.

Alfie went quicker than before as he added a third finger inside of Arleth while messaging her clit with his long fingers.

“Fuck, ALFIE!” she exclaimed as her orgasm came undone around his fingers while he consumed her white orgasm with his mouth.

After releasing her juices, Alfie then pressed another hard kiss on her blush lips as he then took off his black trousers. Feeling desperately hungry to just already fuck his lovely sweet queen. As their tongue danced between their lips, Alfie readied himself between her legs once again. Lifting her legs to rest on top of his broad shoulders, loving how Arleth looked below him. Alfie reached out his right hand and he placed it against her small right cheek, while she gave him a smile back.

“Arleth my dove, please be mine forever? I love you so much and I will give you everything that your heart desires. Would you want that, my dear sweet jewel?” he said as Arleth placed her hand on top of his, placing a small kiss along with her touch.

“Yes, my Alfie, I want to be your queen and your happiness forever. The only thing that I desire the most in this life is you, my Alfie Solomon’s, and nothing more. For you are my king that I want to please. Be a good wife too and give you as many children as we ask. That is the life I want with you, my love,” Arleth said as Alfie placed his other hand on her other cheek, rating his forehead on top of hers.

“Then I’ll give you the life that you are askin’ for, my beautiful Mrs. Solomon’s. I love you forever and ever,” he said, finally nuzzling his pointy nose against her small nose as they exchanged another kiss.

Not before long, Alfie was in no time inside of Arleth’s warm wet canal, as they both moaned together all at once. As they both felt each other’s tightness as Alfie thrust in and out of Arleth, feeling small beads of sweatiness forming on his forehead. His pressure only grew heavier as he felt the tip of his cock hitting her G-spot, knowing he was hitting her favorite place Arleth loved to feel the most. Alfie’s animal side showed while he picked the pace up, grabbing hold of her ankles. Arleth’s breasts bounced lovingly while she rested her hands above her head as the car made a creaky sound. While rocking slowly from side to side, thinking they might break the delicate machine at any moment. Arleth slapped her right hand against the car window, leaving an exposed handprint.

“Oh babe, Alfie more, more, please. Don’t stop fucking me, keep going,” she said while Alfie wrapped his enormous arms around her as he thrust her precious flower, hearing a faint slap between their genitals.

‘You so fuckin’ tigh’, love. Cum for me one last time, my dirty little slut. Let your juices consume my godly made cock,” he said between breaths while Arleth only continued to moan louder.

As they both felt they were reaching their highest peak, Alfie then grabbed both of Arleth’s breasts as he gave his last few hard thrusts upon her pussy. And as they both expected, Arleth and Alfie’s orgasms burst together, feeling his hot white liquid consume her wet walls. Alfie breathe in and out against her left shoulder while Arleth hugged his muscular shoulders, giving a side kiss on his left cheek.

The sound of the pouring rain outside of the car made the couple doze off into a deep sleep. Alfie slowly caressed the top of Arleth’s hazel hair, watching her sleep with no care in the world. Thinking about the many happy memories of what their future as husband and wife will be until they all come true. But only time will tell of what the future awaits them and what mattered to Alfie the most was to embrace the moment and get a good night’s rest. He slowly dosed himself to sleep as the last thing he thought about the most was seeing Arleth with her round stomach. Carrying inside of her were both his and Arleth’s bloodlines in one.

A Shelby and a Solomon’s… now that is somethin’ worth lookin’ forward to…

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Part 19: The Witch of Camden Town

Alfie Solomon's X Jovonka(FemOC)

A/N: Good evening everyone from California and yes I am back with another chapter. I was really again having trouble finishing the ending once again but I managed to leave at the beginning of Part 20 on the next post. Just to give you all a quick heads-up that while was writing this chapter I felt nothing but sadness. Seeing my OC falling into a dark hole it hurts me but don't worry you guys I promise you that there will be something bigger that'll pay off this whole darkness. As always guys thank you to those who have been following my story. Please again comment, reblog, and follow my channel it'll mean so much for the page and I appreciate every single one of you guys. But enough said and again please enjoy and see you all very soon.

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WARNING 18+ ONLY!!!: Some Cussing, Graphic Mentions of R**pe, Unwanted S**x, Force Intercourse, Mentions of Physical Assault, Some Blood, Mentions of Prostitution, & Devastation(I know I'm sorry for making this chapter feel sad 😔)

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The long drive away from Camden Town felt like an eternity going by. Jovonka Isabel and Edna anxiously sit inside the dark vehicle waiting for what lies ahead for them. All three women didn’t speak to one another for the entire journey, thinking about what Sabini would do to them. If they will ever be able to escape from this hell, they have been trying to hide and run away all this time. But it’ll have to be something they themselves have to witness, even if it means a matter of life and death. Isabel stared down at her feet, feeling dead on the inside while her middle sister looked out through the window. Still remembering the horrifying torture she had to endure of Alfie being tortured in front of her eyes. Feeling as though part of her soul was forcefully pulled away, leaving her empty from inside. Jovonka felt she’ll never see him again, knowing he was really gone from this life. She prayed that one day she would see Alfie again in the afterlife. For their souls will reunite as one again, even if it means to wait for death to take her away. Just so they could reunite her with her king, that caught her heart.

I’ll see you someday again my love… you will see…

Outside of the foggy night, the girls noticed they were in a newer location that was new to them. The streets were more lit while crossing a long brick bridge and in the distance there was an enormous tower with a clock on top of it. Jovonka looked on in awe through the window and never thought of seeing such an enormous new place. But that didn’t stop her from forgetting where she and her sister and Edna were taken, too. Sometime later, they arrived at a brown, dark building with the windows in the front brightly lit with some people at the front entrance. It was like the hotel they stayed at in Margate however, this new building was more than just a hotel to stay in. The car turned into a dark alleyway as it came to a complete stop. The women held their breaths while Isabel held onto both Jovonka’s and Edna’s hands, feeling their hearts might burst out at any minute. Overthinking of what lies ahead for them which it did not prepare them to see. Victor then approached the back of the car, opening the door for them. But the girls scoot away from the henchman until both Bob and Jack appear from behind.

“Welcome to your new home, ladies,” Bob said with a cheeky devil grin. Victor and Jack only chuckled.

The women didn’t move an inch from where they were and, without warning, the men forcefully reached forward for them. Jovonka kicked with all her might, but it was no use for Victor handily dragged her out of the vehicle. Isabel tried her best to pull her sister back, but was held back in the hands of Jack. The men laughed out while this was happening to them. Edna also suffered the same. As the hopeless old maid screamed and struggled against Bob’s grip.

“Let go of us! Novel! Please help us!” Cried out Jovonka while being taken away inside. The young boy was nowhere to be seen.

Inside the lit-up hotel, they passed by a couple of rooms that they couldn’t quite make out. But they caught a scent of booze mixed with smoking cigars with some music playing, women and men laughing while some were making out from either outside or inside of the rooms. Without noticing the newcomers passing through the hallway. Towards the end, they turned a right corner, leading down a dark hallway that leads to the basement. Both sisters and Edna struggled to be let free, but it was of no use. Once they arrived down under Victor Bob and Jack shove them forward, making the poor old maid fell hard onto the concrete floor. Jovonka and Isabel helped her to her feet until Sabini appeared while Novel walked alongside him.

“Now don’t be afraid, my dears. We will take care of you three, no matter what. Isn’t that right, men?” The Italian questioned everything and chuckled in unison.

The girls huddled against each other, embracing their arms together and shaking like leaves.

“Where, where have you brought us, you scum? Is this another sick act of yours to torment me, my sister, and Edna?” Isabel questioned with fury in her voice, giving a glaring stare at the mobster.

Sabini only chuckled under his breath as he walked forward toward the girls. Jovonka tightly hugged her sister’s left arm, seeing the Italian knelt down in front of them.

“This place here I owe it, and it will be your sanctuary now. But for you three, well, let’s just say it’s only the beginning of what I have in store for you all. Especially you witch dancer,” Sabini said with an ugly grin. Jovonka only looked at him with a serious face.

“Boys, take the old hag and the older sister upstairs. I want a word with the witch alone, of course,” continued Sabini as Bob and Victor aggressively took Isabel and Edna away.

The women tried their best to not leave, but it was no use.

“Let go of us! Sabini! Don’t you dare lay a hand on my baby sister or you’ll pay,” warned Isabel while nudging against Jack’s hands, but it was no use in fighting.

Once they were taken upstairs, the rest of the men left Novel was the left in the end. He stopped mid-way up the stairs and looked back. Jovonka and his locked eyes Novel with sorrow and regret in his eyes and heart wanting to help. But he had to remind himself that he sold out Isabel and his best friend. Novel couldn’t do much anymore and he would take this burden he had created for the rest of his life.

I hope you can forgive me…

The boy walked the last steps until the sounds of the basement doors were closed shut. Leaving both Jovonka and Sabini alone, just the two of them. The Italian strolled his way towards a wooden brown table as he took off his brown coat and hat. Jovonka felt stiff, eyeing her eyes towards the stairs, not knowing if she should make a run for it. But knowing the consequences of doing such action, it’ll only make things much worse.

“What… What are you planning to do with us Sabini?” Jovonka questioned with a shaky voice while her captor was taking his black vest off as she continued, “you have successfully killed the person I... I loved, regained your memories back seeking revenge on me and Alfie and now I am here. What else could you possibly want more from me?”

Sabini said nothing as he kept quiet while his back was facing Jovonka’s way. A small grin appeared on his face, slowly turned to look at his prisoner. Thinking and fantasizing about the things he would do to her while Jovonka did not know what terrors will lay ahead.

“More from you, eh? Well, my lovely flower, at first I was thinking of having you all for myself. Ever since that night your beauty and the way you danced I felt you actually bewitched me,” he said, folding the cuffs of his long sleeve shirt as he continued speaking, “I had to have you and that is why I wanted to buy you off from your now-dead master pig Gusotvo. But of course, he wouldn’t be the easiest person to convince to give up his shiny bright star. However, you turned out to be a little snake that put a false spell on me. And now you’re going to suffer what I had to go through all because your savior came to rescue you.”

Finishing up folding back his cuff sleeves, Jovonka, without thinking, made a run for the stairs. She reached the top and tried opening the basement door. But it was locked up shut, making the young woman panic uncontrollably while rattling the doorknob with her hands. She breathed in and out heavily as she now banged the door with her fists, shouting out for help.

“Help! Someone, Please!” She cried out, but it was no use asking such a thing, but she continued to do so.

After every cry for help, Jovonka felt a hard grasp against her hair, making her scream out in pain. Everything went fast before her eyes as Sabini dragged her down the staircase more violently until he shoved the poor girl onto a dirty-looking bed. The Italian hovered above the frightened woman, but Jovonka fought back with all of her strength. In a sudden turn, though, Sabini with so much force he had in him slapped her hard across her face. Almost knocking her in and out of consciousness, feeling her body now weak.

“What a pathetic action of yours to do, my dear. And let me remind you at this very moment, you little shit, you’re never getting out of this place. In here yea, you’re mine all for me to do as I please. And I don’t care whether you like it, I’m still going to enjoy every second. So cry as much as you want to scream your heart out. Fight back with whatever strength you have in you because you are now mine and my slave forever,” Sabini said with an evil smile as he disgustingly kissed the side of Jovonka’s neck.

He continued, leaving trails of his putrid kisses all the way to her breasts. The Italian devil, without stopping, ripped her dress off with both of his hands, exposing her sacred self. Just by looking at this site made Sabini hungry for more, knowing he finally can touch her.

She is all mine to have… at last…

“You fucking behave now, my pet, and enjoy what I have to give you,” he then said, grabbing both of her breast feeling his aching bulge between his trousers.

Jovonka couldn’t react for a moment until she felt Sabini went further down until she regained consciousness.

“Wa-wait… no, no please leave me alone,” Jovonka begged, but he didn’t listen because he then kissed both of her hips and forcefully ripped her panties with his hands.

“No. NO STOP! HELP! SOMEONE PLEASE!”

“SHUT THE FUCK UP! And stop squirming and stay quiet, yea?” He screamed back while standing on his feet as he unbuckled his belt. Jovonka tried to run away, but he caught her by her legs.

“No Sabini please,” she begged back, but the Italian gangster suddenly grabbed her by her delicate neck, almost choking her to death.

With one hand, he forcefully opened her legs up and in between, he unzipped his black pants. Jovonka was desperately breathing for air, placing her hands around his arm. Trying to remove his hand away from her, but he was stronger than her. Releasing his aching length, he readied himself between her forbidden flower, already imagining how she would feel around him. With nothing to pull Sabini back, he violently inserted himself into her. Jovonka winced in pain while he consumed her insides without a care. She let out screams and whimpers, feeling thick tears streaming down in the corner of her eyes.

“NO STOP! HELP ME PLEASE!” She pleaded with Sabini, then thrust into her in a savage and touch manner.

She felt everything was going all slow, trying to ignore the agonizing pain she was feeling. Hoping that this nightmare would be over soon, but it was just the beginning. Sabini groaned as he pinned her wrists down on her sides, enjoying the feeling of her warm walls pressing against his length. He thrust hard, leaving wet kisses along her chest and neck, gripping her wrists now above her head. Crying her lungs out, she had her eyes shut as the tears continued to shed. In no time, Sabini felt his peak coming undone, removing himself out of her, ejaculating onto her flat stomach. Letting moaning groans while releasing his white poison on her. He breathes heavily as Jovonka only lets out a small whimper, feeling the Sabini’s hot breath against her right cheek.

“That is what I call a good fucking,” he said in a low voice, giving her one last disgusting kiss on her cheek as he stood up on his feet.

Jovonka stood deadly still, letting out quiet wails laying on her side of the dirty bed. Sabini fixed himself up, not caring if the girl was fine, but it didn’t bother him to ask for one bit. After getting himself ready, he looked back at the woman, seeing her curled up in a ball. He then made his way towards her, grabbing a fist full of her hair as she let out a yelp.

“You’ll never escape from this place. You will obey my every command that I say. And if you and or sister do anything funny, I will fucking cut you up like animals. You understand?” He said, gripping on her hair with more force letting out another whimper.

She said nothing and the only reply he got out of her was just a slow nod. Satisfied, he let go of her, hearing his footsteps echoing away towards the door. A moment later she heard the door of the basement close shut, leaving her in the cold dark room hugging herself tightly in her arms. Crying her heart out and wishing to feel her Alfie next to her and come to rescue her. But that will never happen, knowing that he is now gone forever.

I wish you were here my love… I only hope death will come for me soon so we can be together again… wherever you are up in the heavens my Alfie watch over us and I’ll see you again… no matter what…

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Days Later: Small Heath, Birmingham

“I feel we have been going in circles Cyril, I wonder where we are now?” Said Elena, sitting on the cold floor of an alleyway while the big dog nestled against the little girl.

It has been days since Elena ran away from Margate, as she was told to do by Jovonka. She and the Bullmastiff did their best to stay away from the open fields. But once they made it out of the forest, Elena wanted to go back to her family. Though knowing the risks of going back would be a big mistake on her part. And so they both never stopped fleeing until now, even though the place they settled themselves in will be something unexpected.

“We can’t stay here forever Cyril, we have to keep going. Or they will look for us if they are still out there. Come on, boy,” Little Elena said, getting on her feet while Cyril stretched his body out until he shook himself.

She giggled at his behavior until they made their way through the alleyway. They haven’t had a proper meal in days, and finding food wherever they went wasn’t the easiest task to seek. But the other reason feared that they’ll be seen again, so instead they laid low even though their hunger was getting the best of them. When they made it out into the open air, Elena looked both ways, but the street they saw was sort of empty. And when she felt it was clear, she and Cyril then made their way to wherever they thought faith would lead them, too. Some blocks later Elena and the big mutt found themselves surrounded by many loud sounds while working men shoveled what looked to be black coal. The smell of steel and gray smoke rose in the air and a burst of fire blew out of nowhere. Elena jumped back at this, Cyril barked at the orange cloud.

“Cyril, it’s ok boy. Come on, let’s keep going,” said the little girl in a reassuring tone which the dog calmed down.

Most of the workers didn’t seem to notice her and the big dogs’ presence since they were busy doing their duties. But some by-passers, mostly children, would only look at the new arrivals, but didn’t bother to say hello to Elena. But because they feared the big brown dog that was with her, thinking it would attack them. Little Elena, though, didn’t seem to notice this, for she was busy looking at her surroundings. The adults seem to care less since they see children run around almost every day. So Elena wasn’t too far different from the rest, but it was for the best. Making to the end of the pathway, they both turned right where she saw an open space where a small river bank and ships appeared in front of her view. It was also another busy and noisy site to take in, which Elena wanted to get to know a bit more. However, somewhere on the other end of the path, there stood two peculiar men that were looking for someone important. It did not prepare Elena to encounter the evil men she had feared to see once again.

“Oí, Mason, don’t look behind you, it’s the little girl,” Liam said in a whisper, hunching his shoulders.

Little Elena and Cyril passed them by the men, then looked at the young child.

“Are you certain this is what Sabini was speaking of? Or you’re just blind, Liam?” Mason said, sounding unsure and not wanting to take a random kid from the streets.

“I ain’t blind and it looks like the paper here,” said Liam while taking out the paper pointing at Elena’s picture, “See, what did I tell you, eh? Come on, let’s follow her before we lose her.

The men walked at a normal pace while seeing Elena walk down the gray path. The little girl felt her stomach growl, knowing that she and Cyril hadn’t had food in days. She tried to ignore the hunger as she continued on. Some miles later, Elena and the mutt found themselves in a new pathway. Feeling they might have been here before, Elena then saw a place not far in the distance. So she and Cyril walked their way towards the strange brown shop with three square windows along with two double doors in the middle. And on top it read the following words that, Elena had a hard time reading out.

The Garrison Tavern: Shelby Distillery

Liam and Mason were not far behind seeing the child making her way inside. Elena opens another pair of brown doors where she was greeted by an enormous brown and gold lit room. Where old and young men sat at brown wooden tables and others at the bar counter drinking their hearts out. Most of the men looked in her direction, confused to see a young girl in these parts. Not until the man behind the bar came her way.

“Sweetheart, are you lost? I’m sorry, but this is not a place for children you have to love,” the wicked man said, trying to be as polite as possible to the young girl.

Elena said little to the man; she only stayed quiet until she spoke.

“Please, sir, I don’t have anywhere else to go. It’s only myself and my dog and we have had food for days. Please, can you spare us a meal for us sir,” said Elena, gesturing her hands in prayer as the bartender sighed at her request.

Before he said anything, the door of The Garrison opened and in came Liam and Mason, making everyone else look at the entrance.

“Elena, why did you run off from me, oh? I told you to stay with me,” Mason said, pretending to be her father, grabbing a hold of her right hand. “My apologies, sir. She is quite the child to wander off. I’m sorry for the trouble now darling, let’s go home.”

“No, he is not my dad, he’s lying help me please,” Elena begged, struggling against the man’s hand, but Mason didn’t have none of it.

“Come on, sweetheart, don’t be such a brat and let’s go home, yes?” Mason said between gritted teeth, giving her a glaring gaze. Elena continued squirming, trying to break away from the stranger’s grasp.

Little Elena, without a doubt, bite hard on the man’s hand, groaning out in pain. He let go of her, but Liam scooped her up from the floor, carrying her out of the tavern.

“No, let go of me! Help someone!” she continued to scream her lungs out as Cyril heard the girl and barked at Liam.

The dog bit hard against the man’s right thigh, tugging and growling with force. Liam screamed out in pain until he dropped Elena onto the hard gray floor.

“Mason! Get this fucking dog off of me!” cried out Liam, feeling the dog’s teeth sink deeper into his skin until he felt thick streams of his own blood.

Mason wrapped the big bullmastiff’s neck with both of his arms, choking the mutt with all of his force. Cyril let go of Liam, but he was now choking out for air. Elena saw what the wicked man was doing to the brown dog.

“Let him go, you're hurting him,” begged Elena, tugging on Liam’s right arm, but he didn’t pay her any attention.

Mason grabbed the girl once more, screaming at the top of her lungs, begging for someone to help her.

“Oi! What the fuck is goin’ on out here?” screamed out a thick rough accent, making Liam, Mason, and Elena look at who talked.

He looked very skinny looking with a very peculiar haircut, his sides all shaved off. Along with a huge, bushy mustache and wearing a very good-looking suit outfit that only rich people could afford. The new stranger saw what was all the commotion about until he saw the little girl. Liam let the dog go from his grasp. The poor creature let himself fall on the pavement floor.

“This is none of your concern, Shelby. Now if you’ll excuse us but we have business to attend too. So you can piss off,” said Mason, holding onto Elena more tightly, but the person called Shelby wasn’t having it.

“Do you even know who the fuck you are talkin’ to, boy? Hmm? And do you not realize where you're standing don’t you?” said the mustache man as onlookers, including the ones from inside The Garrison, looked on.

“Yes, we know where we are standing, but none of us aren’t afraid of you or your other crazy brothers. Besides, being the eldest of the three, you, Arthur Shelby, believe that you can defeat me and Liam? I dare to see you fucking try, mate, all on your own. Foolish is what I think,” said Mason with a smug grin, finding the situation hilarious until the voice from hell was heard behind them.

“What makes you think it would be pathetic of my dear brother to take you both, gentlemen? You wouldn’t want to push his buttons if I were you boys,” said a raspy silky voice as both of Sabini’s henchmen nervously turned slowly to meet their maker.

Before them was a tall blue-eyed man with a gray cap on top of his black hair. His bone structure from his face was sharp and fine to admire. As he wore the same attractive suit as Arthur’s but in black and his hands covered in leather black gloves. Liam looks back at Mason with uneasiness in his eyes, evidently aware they were both doomed. Having nowhere else to run away from The King of Birmingham himself. Liam, however, didn’t want any of this, so he instead did what every coward does best. Run for his life to save himself to get away from the Shelbys until a sudden thunder-booming sound was heard. The henchman felt a sharp burning pain in the middle back of his back and front stomach. Liam then looked down, seeing a blood spot appear on his front shirt. He tried to say something, but everything went by slowly until he felt himself kneeling on the gray floor. Until his entire body limps on the cold pavement, breathing his last final breath. Several citizens gasp or stood deathly quiet, seeing the man’s dead body lifeless and still. Mason looked back at who shot the bullet and he saw the oldest Shelby’s holding out his pistol.

“Oh shit, please, let me go. Here, take the little girl. I promise to not say anything. Just don’t kill me,” Mason pleadingly said, releasing Elena from his arms and pushed her towards Arthur, but she instead ran towards Cyril, hugging him.

Both brothers said nothing until Arthur grabbed Mason from his collared shirt while the blue-eyed Shelby just stared. Out of the corner of The Garrison appeared a small group of men, but one of them stood out the most. He also had the same outfit as the other two Shelbys, but in gray with a light gray cap with crystal blue eyes.

“John, hold this fucking mugger down on his knees,” called out Arthur, his arms gripping around Mason’s neck, but the new brother went to help him out.

Elena felt scared at what was going on in front of her, deciding on whether she should stay put or flee from these new strangers. Who she sees to be dangerous as Sabini’s men. Arthur and John forced Mason onto his knees now until the third brother who Elena, hasn’t heard a name from yet, step in front of the man.

“Then explain why you are taking the girl hostage. There must be a reason so we don’t have to kill you. And who are you working for that wants this young child?” he said in that raspy silk voice, waiting for the helpless man to answer his questions but couldn’t find any words to say.

Suddenly the unnamed Shelby brother brutally punched Mason across the face some blood formed inside his mouth.

“I’m going to ask you one more time and this time I would break your into two pieces eh?” said the blue-eyed man giving him a reassuring look towards the henchman as he continued “Who do you work for? And what use do you or your boss need from the young child?”

Mason only gave him a glaring look, breathing heavily through his nostrils and tasting his own blood inside his mouth. A moment later, the henchman found the strength to talk between breaths.

“I work for Darby Sabini… and that little brat there is his lost property.”

“And why does he need her? What’s so important about a random child that he has so much interest in?” Said the Shelby pressured on bending his knees almost at the same height as Mason, the blue-eyed man wanting more information from the henchman.

“Why should it fucking matter to you gypsy people? She is none of your goddamn concern. I have to send her to Sabini and that’s all you’re going to get out of me. So fuck you all,” said the henchman while shrugging against Johns and Arthur’s grips, but they hold him still.

The third nameless Shelby nodded his head as he stood up on his feet. Then suddenly, without Mason realizing the crystal blue eye man took his gun out and knocked out the henchman with the back of his weapon. Seeing the conscious man fall hard onto the floor.

“Right then. John take him to the docks, make sure Johnny Dog and the others have him well hidden and secured. And take the body far away from here. This man will be with us for a while. I have a feeling there is more to this. Now go,” the Shelby brother instructed John, nodded his head and snapped his fingers at the other men from the group.

Once John and his men took away Mason away from The Garrison, the onlookers resumed back to whatever they were doing. Pretending that they didn’t see what the Shelby brothers did. Elena stood there quietly, trying to understand what just happened, but she now knows that Sabini sent his henchmen out. Seeing that there was no escaping from hiding from the Italian devil.

“Oí what should we do about the girl, Mr. Shelby?” Asked the bartender, pointing a finger in Elena’s direction.

“Don’t you worry about her, Harry, I’ll take care of the child. You go back inside and I’ll see you soon,” said the unnamed Shelby, gently placing a hand on the man’s left shoulder.

Harry nodded back in agreement as he made his way back inside the tavern. Elena was busy seeing Arthur and three more men carrying Liam’s body away to god knows where. Feeling overly and mentally exhausted from watching too many people killed at this point in her life. She didn’t realize the blue-eyed man’s presence, so she just jumped back, trying to not make eye contact with the tall man.

“Don’t be frightened little one, you’re safe now,” he said calmingly, reassuring Elena as best as he could, hoping he is not making her feel uncomfortable.

She was petting Cyril on top of his head. Elena stood quiet for a moment or so until she finally had the courage to talk to the man he basically saved her.

“Are you going to take me to the dangerous man, just like them?” She questioned the Shelby brother, which made a confused look.

“No, of course not. I am not one of them,” he said, kneeling down next to Elena as he continued, “We are not here to harm you, sweetheart. I want to understand why they were capturing you. And for a little girl your age, are you out here all on your own with your dog?”

“His name is Cyril and… I… I don’t know if I should tell you why we are here. What if you are lying to me?” said Elena shyly, being more cautious and remembering what Jovonka told her about encountering people.

The man understood the little girl completely. If he was her age, he would feel the same way.

“If you feel like not telling me, it’s alright. But right now, you’re not safe out here. Come, I’ll take you to a more secure place where you’ll be more comfortable,” the blue-eyed man said, standing up in his feet extending his hand to Elena, while she just looked at his hand to his eyes, “I promise you I will not hurt you.”

Elena was hesitant for a moment if she should take the man’s hand or not. But deep down in her gut, she felt he could be telling the truth about him not harming her. But seeing that running away again, there could be another chance Sabini’s men will come and look for her no matter where she went. And so Elena finally took a hold of his large hand while still hugging Cyril’s neck with her left arm.

“What’s your name sir?” Elena then asked while they walked down another pathway towards a car waiting for them up ahead.

“My name is Thomas darling, and you don’t have to call me sir, yes?” He said, giving her a warm smile, which she returned the gesture and nodded her head in reply.

And so Elena, Thomas, and Cyril made their way inside the car, where Thomas knew where the girl would be safe and out of danger.

Grace Shelby Institute

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