KEEPER OF MY HEART - THOMAS SHELBY
CHAPTER 3
Here’s what I’ve learned in the 3 weeks that I’ve been working for the Shelby Family.
John is my closest friend in Small Heath. He warmed up to me the fastest, and I swear sometimes I have to remind myself that he’s not my actual brother. He laughs with me and tries his best to not make me feel like a complete outsider in Shelby Limited.
Arthur is a massive softie. He is by far the roughest looking of the Shelby boys, but he has the softest heart. He drinks a lot, sometimes too much, and I always know to look for the signs that its time to start watering down his Vodka’s with water. He’s usually too drunk to notice. Sometimes he stays so late that I walk him most of the way home just to be sure he doesn’t get himself into any trouble.
Polly, the most fierce and strong woman I have ever met, took a little longer to warm up to me. But one day when she caught me making sure Arthur got home safely, and invited me in fora cup of tea. Since then, she has been insisting that I start joining them occasionally for dinner. I’ve been declining because of one person.
That is Thomas Shelby.
Where do I start. If Thomas Shelby wants something, everyone around him will jump to make it happen. He instills fear wherever he goes. I’ve never known him to smile or laugh like the others do. He drinks a lot, I’m always bringing him a fresh glass to their private room in the Garrison, but he doesn’t lose his head like Arthur does. Tommy has a tight grip on everyone and everything, including himself.
On my rounds, making sure that everyone has been taken care of during their family meetings, he refuses to join in on any jokes and playful moments that I have with the others. In fact, when he sees me getting closer with the Shelby’s, his face grows even more sour. If that’s even possible.
And those eyes. He stares. A lot. Not longingly. Not anything. Just a thousand mile stare, straight through to my core. As much as I try to ignore that he’s there, I can always feel his eyes on me. Like I’m being watched. My every move being picked apart and analysed in his mind.
Today was different. Initially it was the same old. Bring them drinks, laugh with the boys, try to help them pick which horses are going to win in their races. And pretend that Tommy doesn’t despise every second of it.
After rushing around for an hour tending to the lunch time rush, I realise their drinks must be getting low.
“Alright boys, this rounds on the house” I joke as I walk into their private room. For the Shelby’s everything is on the house. Suits. Guns. Drugs. Drinks. Women.
“These drinks will be on you if I lose this bet Z” John teases back, listening to the radio intently to find out whether the Horse I told him to bet on has one its races.
“And I’ve never lost one yet have I!” I retort, topping up his Whisky and setting down a plate of bread and butter for them to snack on. Something to soak up all the alcohol.
I dare to glance over at Tommy, who unsurprisingly is already watching me with an extra disapproving look.
“Can I get you another drink Tommy?” I ask, pretending to not notice the daggers he’s shooting my way.
He nods in response, and I pour him a whiskey “I could make you that drink from a few weeks back…” I offer, trying my luck. Maybe today he will entertain me.
“Can I see you outside?” He snaps suddenly, and I swallow hard.
Fuck.
The last few weeks have felt like I was walking on a fine line with Tommy. I have proved myself time and time again. But he still despises the air that I breathe. Maybe I was getting too comfortable with the boys. Maybe he thinks I’m trying to manipulate and trick them all. God knows what he thinks I’m doing. Whatever it is, he doesn’t like it.
I follow him out of the room and into a quiet area of the Pub.
Without any warning, or lead up, he turns to me and looks me dead in the eye. “I know the boys like you. Trust you even. But I do not”
The words hit me like a freight train.
I knew he seemed different today. Like he was extra disgusted with everyone and everything. These words, he had been sitting on for a while. Keeping them inside as he watched me and scrutinised my every move for weeks. I could tell by the venom that he said them with.
I want to fight back.
I want to remind him of everything I’ve been doing for this place. The business I’ve been bringing in. The countless times I’ve looked out for Arthur and his alcoholic tendencies. Making sure he got home safe. And that no one took advantage of a drunken Shelby brother. The business I’ve heard them discussing that I’ve turned a blind eye to. That I’ve never uttered a word of to anyone. The things I’ve heard and seen, that have slowly been revealed to me about Shelby Limited that I’ve never questioned.
But instead I draw in a deep breath.
“Okay Tommy” I sigh. My brain goes back and forth frantically as I decide to let go of what I’ve been holding onto for weeks. “I don’t know how long it’s going to take. Or what I have to do. And to be honest I don’t care anymore. If you never trust me, then so be it. But you don’t have to be so cruel. I’m just here to pour the beer, remember?”
“Then how about you just stick to doing that, hey?” He spits back.
“I feel for you Tommy” I narrow my eyes, staring him down the same way he has been doing to me for weeks.
“You don’t know me”
“I’ve tried. But you won’t let me. And I’m starting to think I don’t want to anymore” I shake my head “But I see you. I’ve been watching you too, Tommy. You want to know what I see? I see a man who has everything, and a man who has nothing. You have everything and nothing”
He freezes. And there it is. The first time I’ve seen something in his eyes besides hatred. It’s still shrouded. Still unclear. But it’s something. Like he’s been exposed. Cut open. Like someone just dared to say the first real thing he has heard in a very long time. Someone made him feel.
“But hey, I’ll get back to pouring the beer, shall I?” I finish, brushing past him to continue serving customers.
I start taking orders and pouring drinks with a racing heart and trembling hands. I couldn’t believe what had just come out of my mouth. I don’t know everything about the Shelby’s, but I’ve seen and heard enough to know that people who speak to them like that do not last very long in Small Heath.
I dare to take a quick glance at him, to find him still frozen in place. Staring at the spot I had just been standing. As if he’s still reliving the moment. Reliving what I had said.
Fuck.
I expect him to turn around and fire me on the spot. Maybe even part of me hoped he would, so I wouldn’t have to face the wrath that I know is coming after I dared to peak back to Thomas Shelby. If I thought he hated me already, I could only imagine the hell he would rain down on me after that. I was prepared for him to make my life a living hell.
But instead, he adjusts the hat on his head, straightens his shoulders, and leaves the Garrison.
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*TOMMY SHELBY IMAGINE*
Can you do an imagine where Tommy has a crush on this woman & he has a major soft spot for her & she makes him smile a lot but she is actually super fierce & he falls even more for her.
Your sat at your usual spot in The Garrison, it was another typical busy night like all the nights,you was waiting as always on The Shelby's with you being good friend with them you spent many nights with them all including when The Garrison was shut.
A few minutes later the arrive you roll your eyes as Tommy Sits next to you then lighting a cigarette.
“FFS Tommy you took your time this time!” You reach over him grabbing his tin which held his cigarettes taking one for yourself then taking a match to then lighting it.
“Sorry Y/N I had business to deal with you know how it it”
“Yes I do Mr Shelby seems I do run a business similar to yours, but you know I am not a killing machine like you all are”
You roll your eyes & he just looks at you & smiles, he knew what you was like & how you reacted & you think he may actually like it to.
“What have I told you about calling me My Shelby ?” he leans in placing his hand onto your leg & looking into your eyes.
“Tommy how many more times do I have to turn your cock down?”
“Ohhhh don’t ya worry Y/N I will get you one day I am sure of it, just gotta see what unlocks you that’s all” he sits back in his chair.
“A man who does not kill that’s what unlocks me & you will never not kill so”
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