Easy Money (Part 5)

Easy Money (Part 5)

Dark!Robert Pronge (Mr. Freezy) x Heiress!Reader

Warning(s): +18, Minor character death, Kidnapping, Mentions of past non con, PTSD flashback, Hostage Situation.

Author's Note(s): In all honesty this was very much rushed through. I’d like to apologize to everyone in the history of ever.

His warm embrace became your second home. Every day he would train you until you’d memorize his schedule by heart.

Robert parks his truck in the warehouse garage. Today he had earned a bonus while on the job. His employer hired him for a cyanide poisoning. His original targets were originally workers of a rival gang. But somehow his package had been sent to their boss. All thanks to an outdated ventilation system, they were trapped in a small enclosed room. Like sitting ducks they waited for death. His employer was thrilled to find out their one and only competitor had been wiped out. Robert was given a generous bonus for a job well done.

He had extra money to spend on himself. Some extra energy to waste on a particular someone. His manhood begins to strain in his pants. He palms it to the thought of his favorite toy.

You could hear faint whistling from the next room. He would be here by now. When the front door unlocks you’re unsure whether or not you should feel relieved or even more scared. All of a sudden a metal door swings open to what had been your prison for the past few weeks. It was Robert, back from a long day of work, “Honey, I’m home!” he hollers while jingling his keys back into his pocket.

You’re on the other side of the door, spread eagle on an old medical recliner. There are marks on your wrists and ankles from the rope digging into your skin. Streaks of dried up tears spread across your cheeks. All you could do was mutter in rambles. A faint, buzzing noise came from the wand set on your mound. It’s batteries were just about to give out.

This was your punishment for attempting to escape earlier. That and your time with Andy had been cut short. Now you weren’t even allowed in the same room together unless accompanied by Robert. He didn’t want you poisoning his son with your lies. There was nothing to fear of, as long as you stayed in your place. Simple instructions and yet here you were, in a situation you’ve created.

You’re practically sobbing when he turns the wand off. Robert rubs soothing stokes against your abused sex, picking up any slickness left from your previous rounds. He sighs soothingly at the sight of your naked form. Drenched from head-to-toe in a sheen of sweat.

When Robert shoves a finger in you don’t fight it. You’ve learned your lesson a long time ago. Fighting him never ended well. Your opening swallows his digit effortlessly. He adds in another slowly working you up. They curl up to brush against your sweet spot. He dares to try for a third appendage, “My, my, what a greedy little hole you have.” your body created enough self lubrication after what he’s already put you through.

Robert hums, “It’s so easy to fuck you like this…” he states, “Maybe I could fit my whole fist in. Wanna find out?” he raises a brow in excitement. You shook your head frantically. He chuckles. But you didn’t think his joke was very funny. He pulls his digits out to rub the wet-coated finger pads against your slit before flipping his hand over. His palm now flush against your bud while his fingers roughly swipe on your inner walls. He touch hard enough to stimulate, but slow enough to not finish you off. 

Robert considers himself a patient man. That is until he saw the desperate look in your eyes. How they grew in panic. He cuts the bindings off. A strong arm pulls you out of your seat. Your weakened body drops to the floor. You fall forward, clinging onto his sturdy legs. You knew what he wanted. Your hands can’t help but tremble while trying to work his fly open. His palm caresses the side of your cheek, “Brings back old memories,” he sighs fondly before sliding his member past your lips.

You gag as soon as you feel his combat boot prying your legs apart. You try closing them but the spreader had made it difficult to do so. There, pulsing in a deep shade of red was your poor, worn out pearl. Robert whistles, “Oh wow. Now that looks painful.” he slides his foot right underneath your dripping slit. He raises his shoe to brush against your mound. He lightly rubs the leather from side to side, indicating what your task would be, “Make yourself come.” he orders.

While bucking your head up and down his girth you rut against his boot. Your wetness made the friction of it all more bearable. You give it to him just how he likes it and soon enough he finishes off deep in the back of your throat. He leaves briefly only to return soon with a bowl of water, washcloth, and a pile of clothes. He places them in front of you.

Robert points a finger in your face then to the bowl, “Clean yourself up.“ he waits until you’re finished to chain your ankles together. A single loose chain connected your legs to avoid any chance of escape. You could only make it so far with short steps. He lets you spend time with Andy. Inside of the warehouse had changed drastically. Each day Robert would bring an item from your apartment to use while in captivity.

But it wasn’t for nothing. There were rules to be followed. Your only order was comply. Following them made life all the more easier. You were rewarded a different freedom with each task done. Robert would listen to every phone call you would make for your work to avoid suspicion from your absence. He’d leave some of his “friends” to run the shop while you weren’t there. That only gave him more control over your life. Robert called the shots around here. He was in charge of what you wore, what you would eat, and what time you’d sleep.

Meanwhile Andy was happy enough bonding with his father. He loved ice cream just as much as he loved spending time with his pop. Robert would return from work with Andy clinging to his side. Your son would go on about his day, “And then we went to the movies and then we went to the park and then we…” he pauses for a moment to catch his breath.

He seemed tired. Did Robert feed him? Anything other than ice cream? Of course not. Someone like him wouldn’t know a damn thing about raising children. You roll your eyes at the thought of him ever managing to fit the suburban dad lifestyle. Just the thought of it seemed absurd.

Robert would make sure to bring in meals regularly. It would always be the same old takeout. While eating dinner Robert drops the big news, “We should start packing.”

“…Why?” you kept your gaze low. Robert glares at you before stabbing a plastic fork into his meal, “Because I’m not raising my kid in a shithole-”

“Please.” you look at him in the eyes, “Could you please watch your language in front of him?”

He raises a brow, the corner of his lips curls up, “Yes ma’am.” he taunts.

When dinner was finished, he hadn’t bothered escorting you to your room. He knew you wouldn’t be foolish enough to endanger your son. While living here with him you spent your time filling out documents entrusting your business would be taken care of under the name Pronge. Robert chose specific people to work in the shop. Like he did with everything else. You slept alone on a pile of blankets, praying for a better tomorrow.

In the morning Robert had packed his van with enough essentials for the move. You sat beside him during the car ride. But he wasn’t a fool. Your wrists were chained together. While rope held your close to your seat. You made sure to pay close attention to Andy in the rear-view mirror. You and him had been playing a game of ‘I spy’ until the car finally stopped.

Robert made sure to play ‘house’ as much as possible while living in the warehouse. You were to take the alias of a dutiful wife and caring mother. He would have the role of the providing father. Little Andy hadn’t known about the game his parents had been playing. He was truly convinced that you both had unconditional love for each other.

Robert parks the van in front of a semi-large home. It was similar to the ones on the magazines he’d provide for you. After a few days you’d realize that he had been bringing over the same items for the magazines to the warehouse. Designer bags, earrings, furniture. At first it seemed strange enough that someone like him would bother. But after everything that’s happened you’ve learned quick to never question anything.

Despite the abandoned building being a bit run down, this place would’ve made a decent home. It was almost nice having a sense of normalcy. You wonder where he would take you to this time. Andy kicks his legs up and down with glee, “You’re gonna like this one mama. Me ‘n daddy picked it out for you!” he claps his hands and giggles in excitement. You sigh in relief. At least you knew now he hadn’t been planning on turning your boy into a mini version of himself.

Robert had been saving up for some time. He made sure to choose a quiet neighborhood. There were plenty of other families to blend in with. As ordinary as it could be. He unbuckles his belt then retrieves a gun from his glove department. Robert holds your chin until you’re face-to-face with him. A finger is in your face. His voice is deep and demanding, “Do not, under any circumstance, cause a scene.” he snarls. You look down and nod. He lets go of your chin to cut the bindings.

When you take the first step out of the van everything had felt surreal. The entire place gave off a cheerful aura. You noticed a woman around the same age as you, waving from next door. When you smile her way, she proceeds to start a conversation out of the blue. The conversation had been short but informative. As much as you enjoyed the company of another adult, you couldn’t help but feel as though Robert wouldn’t approve. All of a sudden, she stops mid conversation, “Oh sweetheart…that’s your husband?” her brows raise as soon as she spots Robert. He steps out of his run-down ice cream truck with a cigarette still in his hand.

Blood rushes to your cheeks. Your face heats up in embarrassment when he drops the bud on the ground and mushes it into the lawn. His hair is in a mess. There are stains on his shirt from god knows where. You look back to find the woman with her mouth agape, she leans in to whisper, “Blink twice if you need someone to save you.” her voice was stern.

You almost hesitate for a moment unsure if she were serious or not. She sharply jabs your side, “I’m kidding by the way! Let us know if you need any help!” she winks before returning to her home. You cringe from what she might’ve thought from that encounter.

You were dolled up from head-to-toe meanwhile Robert decided that wearing the same shirt for an entire week was good enough. If having a slob for a spouse was considered “normal” then you didn’t want any part in it. To think that this was a dream for some. You don’t bother meeting Robert’s gaze. Instead you lift Andy into you arms while bouncing him on your hip.

Your carry your son towards the house. Robert spots the two of you sitting on the front porch. He then eyes the other woman walking back to her home. He notices your discomfort instantly. What had she said to make you so upset? Were you planning something?

Originally posted by evansensations

“What did she say?”

“Nothing.” you roll your eyes, “Are you scared?” you push his buttons to see what his response would be. He leans in close and places a palm against Andy’s back, rubbing small circles against his tiny form, Robert looks you in the eyes, "Are you?" He really had the nerve to involve your son. Robert is caught off guard by you swatting his hand away.

There must’ve been something the other woman must’ve said to make you act up.  Surely his training hadn’t been left in vain. Robert could spot in the corner of his sight a certain nosy neighbor peeping through blinds. He pretends to not notice and stares at the wind chimes instead. Robert opens the front door, expecting you to play along. You walk in first, giving him a glare before heading inside.

Robert closes the trunk of his car before following. You slam the door in his face. Now you were in for it. He makes his way in. From what he’s noticed so far your training had been in vain. He expects you be waiting for him each time he’d arrive. But not even a shadow had been cast.

Robert walks around your new home only to notice there wasn’t a sound. Not a peep. He wouldn’t like it if you tried running off again. Perhaps this time breaking your legs would send a message. He opens each door until he’s reaches the master bedroom. He swings the door open. There you are, curled up on the bed, with your hands in your face sobbing hysterically.

What in the hell was it this time? He hadn’t a clue, and he was starting to get annoyed. This emotional dilemma had to stop. He yanks at your arm with an iron grip, dragging you to your knees. Your head shoots up. He stares down at you with a scowl on his face, “I think you need a reminder of where your place is…” his voice is a deep grumble. Tears begin to welt again. This time from fear. You had really done it now.

Robert let’s go of your arm, leaving an angry bruise behind, “By the time I get back there better be food on that table. I don’t keep you here so you could sit on your ass all day.” he growls. Robert had a chain hook waiting for you in the kitchen. He had one screwed to the floor in each room of the house. As soon as he latches your ankles to the ceramic tiles. He doesn’t care to leave you alone. He had already given you an order, and expects you to carry them out.

He knows within few days before your tantrum would die out, his calculations are never wrong. He pats Andy’s head before leaving for another mission. All the doors of the house are locked from the outside. No way of escaping. Robert’s hands begin to itch while driving. He smokes to get the jitters to stop. Nothing worked. If there was any use that Robert put his pent up anger into, it had to be work. He considers himself a man who takes great care into what he does for a living, and boy is he damn good at it too.

Originally posted by horrorseason

It was late at night, Robert still hadn’t returned. Was this another test? You lift yourself from the cool tile of the kitchen floor. Andy had offered you his blanket but you kindly refused. Poor little angel wanted to keep you company. He wouldn’t take ‘no’ for an answer. But he was willing to negotiate sleeping on the couch instead. He insisted. You swear that kid would make a damn good lawyer someday. You watch over him as he dozed off. Sleepless nights were a new norm. Your attention had quickly been seized by the door unlocking.

Robert steps inside. He’s covered from head to toe in blood. His face is caked in it. He kicks off his muddied boots before walking over to Andy sleeping. You tug on the chains. Ignoring the pain of the metal digging into your ankles. Robert crouches down to the sleeping child’s level. He looks over his shoulder and smiles, dangling a knife for you to see.

You fall to your knees in a prayer and beg him to stop. He holds the blade in front of his lips and shushes. You quickly silence yourself, dropping your hands to the floor. Robert twirls the knife in his hand before facing Andy. In a swift motion he jabs the knife down. He made you look as he killed your baby. Blood from his small body drips down the couch. A stream of crimson travels down the wooden flooring.

Originally posted by leonseff

The bottom of your dress soaks up in Andy’s blood. You lift your hands up to cover your mouth. Only to realize now the crimson liquid is now smeared across your face.

You scream and scream. Until Robert shakes you awake. He holds the sides of your arms tightly, “Snap out of it!” he orders. You weren’t in the kitchen. Robert must have carried you back to the bedroom after he’d returned. You voice hitches, “W-where is he?”

“Kid’s asleep. Even after all that.” he groans, pinching the bridge of his nose. You turn to him and whisper, “Can I see him? Please?” you’ve never sounded more vulnerable. He lets out a long sigh before turning on the lamp. He retrieves a pair of boxers from the ground. Robert unhooks the leather binding and switches it with a chain. He leads you to Andy’s room. You held your breath as you twist the door knob open.

A small creak of from the hallway lights shine in. It shines on a familiar face. Andy doesn’t flinch from the gleam. He must’ve been fast asleep by now. You approach his sleeping figure. Careful not to make any noise from the chain dragging behind. You reach for his plump cheek and touch it. He’s warm. When you notice he’s still breathing you let out a sigh of relief. You place a gentle kiss on his temple before following Robert back to bed.

As you laid on your side you couldn’t help but think about your situation. It was hard to sleep under the amount of stress you were in. You felt an arm creep to your side. Robert was in the mood for a midnight snack. He lifts your silk slip on halfway up. He pushes a thick leg in between yours, letting one of yours rest on his thigh. Robert stokes his tip along your folds. He collects what little wetness was there to prep him. He pushes his entire length in without warning. You wince from the intrusion. His thrusts rock your bodies back and forth.

All you could do was stare blankly at the wall ahead, waiting for him to finish off. A few agonizing minutes later his fingers dig into your hips as he pounds his way to climax. He spurts your rear with his arousal. Robert wipes himself off on your skirt. He lies on his back consumed in pure bliss. You pull the strap of your now ruined dress up. Robert’s ragged breaths turn into soft snores. You were very much still awake, wishing now that you never woke up.

Nightmares are a common thing. After all, you live in one.

Hidden Treasure (Part 1)

Arranged Marriage AU: Dark!Tommy Shelby x Wife!Reader

Warning(s): None.

Author's note(s): I’ve been holding this off for a while and I am so sorry for that! Anyways here’s the Tommy fic I was requested to do a while back! It’s also super long so please be patient I’m not good with details/creative writing!!

Your marriage to Tommy was a living nightmare, starting on the very first day you met, the day of your wedding. As soon as you say the words, ‘I do’ it was final. He made sure you would never be able to leave. There is no escaping the demon of Birmingham.

“Please sir...I need a place to stay—just for tonight, I promise you I’ll be on a boat first thing tomorrow, I swear on my life!” you fell to your knees, both hands clasped together in a prayer-like form. Your entire body shivered, dripping from head-to-toe from the freezing rain. Your face is dull, almost sickly-looking from the wind.

Your eyes were already brimming with fresh tears, as you look up at the older man and plead, “P-please I just want to be free of him. I just want my freedom!” At this point you’ve swallowed down any pride you've once had. You’re exhausted, absolutely spent. Your spirit couldn't be any more broken than what it already is. Alfie stood up. His height towers over yours even while slouching. In the past, you would’ve been intimidated by a gangster like him, but you’ve learned long ago that looks can be quite deceiving. He clears his throat, “Look...do you have any idea what you'll do once you're in the states?” sounding as if he had no faith in your little escape plan.

You glare back at him, “I'll do anything, I’ll work for dirt if it means I’ll be free from my damned husband,” you huff out. Alfie raises a brow, “You’re running away because of some marriage dispute?” but before he could say anything else, you’ve already beaten him to it, “It wasn’t my choice, dammit!” there's a hint of venom with each word, “My father can’t take care of himself!” your vocal cords starting to ache from the pressure, yet you still continued, “My mother is far too old to work! I had to agree to the marriage to ensure that someone would care for them, I had to wait until my sister and her husband arrived, so that they would be cared for!” you cry out. Alfie shrugs off your outburst, “You don’t think he’ll go after them? Hm? Before you even set a fucking foot on that boat,” he turns around, tending to the fireplace.

You mutter, “I’d rather drown on that boat then live the rest of my life as Mrs. Shelby...” that’s when Alfie stops poking at the wooden blocks. He turns around with a genuinely surprised expression," 'Pardon me ma’am but Mrs. fucking what?” his hand gestures to an ear as he tilts his head in. Now, he’s intrigued. He was told that you were escaping a gangster, but never told which one.

You look the man up and down, taking a cautious step back, “And just how do you know my husband?” ready to make a run for it. Alfie sits himself in a chair, he leans back, “The real question is, how do you?”

7 months ago

“What you need Tommy, is a wife, for your own good.” Polly scolds her nephew. But he only nods, still nose-deep in paperwork. It’s been like this for months. Almost two whole years of Tommy locking himself up in his office. From early morning, to late at night, he would bury himself to the neck in work. It broke her heart knowing that Charlie would wait hours for his father to return home. Only to be stood up again and again. Polly had been genuinely worried for her nephew’s well-being. Although he'd kept to himself, she could tell that Tommy was lonely. It had been years since he even laid eyes on a woman.

Not since his beloved Grace.

That same day Polly and Ada brought Charlie with them to the marketplace. It was better than being cooped at home all day with no one to play with. As soon as they'd turn their backs away from the young Shelby boy, he was nowhere to be found. Ada is the first one to notice, looking around frantically for her dear nephew, 

“Charlie?…Charlie?! CHARLIE!”

Ada swiftly turns to her aunt, “Polly! Charlie’s missing!” pure panic swarms her mind. Polly orders for their group to split up in hopes of finding him before someone else would. She shoves frantically though the busy crowd. As soon as the Shelby matriarch hears her name being called by an unfamiliar voice, she pauses for a brief moment to listen. Polly reaches into her pocket, clutching a holster, ready for the worst to happen. This voice had been calling for her specifically. She follows the sound of it. With each step the voice became louder, “Polly! Aunt Polly!” That’s when she finally spots the young boy.

A young woman holds his hand in hers. His eyes are a reddish hue from crying. Polly eyes her for a brief moment. But before she could speak the young lady beats her to it, “You must be Aunt Polly.” Her face seems familiar. Polly raises a brow, “Do I…know you?”

She shakes her head, “Not that I’m aware of, no. I saw little Charlie over here all by himself, broke my heart listening to him cry, I had to do something about it,” she lets go of his tiny hand. Charlie reaches for his great aunt. Polly pulls the young boy into her arms, now holding him tightly. A small arm wraps around her neck. His other one held a treat given by the woman.

It was the only clue Polly needed. Now she knew exactly who this mystery woman was. How could she have not known her? The entire town knew of her and her family. She’s the baker’s daughter. A sweet, lovely woman, bit shy though. Only keeps to herself when working. Soft spoken and polite to all. A nice girl, the type you’d bring home to your parents.

Speaking of which…

“Are you married?” Polly blurts out. You look up to her with wide eyes then shyly look down, “N-no..” a meek response revealed to her your innocent-like nature. She raises a brow, lips now curled, “Really? What a shame, such a beautiful young woman and no line of bachelors…or is there?” Polly decides to test the water. You let out a nervous chuckle, “Oh no madam, not even one,” you'd give a sheepish reply at the question told. Polly purses her lips, “Please dear, call me Aunt Polly,” she raises a gloved hand out for the younger woman to shake, giving her name with a warm smile. Most families would dread to wed their daughter off to a Shelby. Hopefully yours won't shun them away. Polly has high hopes for this one, quite proud of herself for stumbling into you.

What better place to find a decent woman than at the marketplace.

Polly wastes no time finding out where her parents lived. Her mother was an active member of quire. Now, her days were spent running the family business along with her husband and youngest daughter. She came from a wealthy family and ended up falling for the town’s baker. He's a quiet man with gentle hands, similar to that of his daughter. Together they raised two children, the eldest daughter now married.

At first glance, the father wouldn’t seem like the type to serve as an honorary militant. But nonetheless, their small family only had each other. No groups or communities to relate to. Just their own, small tribe. Perhaps they’d be willing to marry off their youngest daughter, with a little persuasion of course.

Their Bakery did make plenty of income and would benefit both of their businesses. Polly was already fond of the family. She wouldn’t let just anyone unite with theirs. Perhaps they needed a helping hand to run the shop. It would be easy business, with tremendous gain for their growing empire. Polly’s plan was coming together perfectly in her head. Now all she needed to do was play her cards right.

Hidden Treasure (Part 5)

Arranged Marriage AU: Dark!Tommy Shelby x Wife!Reader

Warning(s): Minor character death, Murder.

Author's note(s): Tommy's a green-eyed monster in this one.

Now you're sat with Alfie, discussing a plan on how you would escape. He knew your husband well enough. Still, it was a surprise to find out about the little firecracker wife of Tommy Shelby.

You were running on borrowed time, not wanting to waste a single moment. You skim though explaining your family’s relations to the Peaky Blinders. Alfie raises a hand in the middle of it, “You’ve gotta slow down love, my temples are 'startin to ache,” he rubs the sides of his head for a few moments before leaning in, “Now…what exactly did he uhh…do to scare a beauty like you off?”

A beauty. How ironic. You would expect your ‘dear’ husband to call you that, not some gangster. Never had you felt that way around Tommy, and that’s what hurts the most. You would be in deep trouble if he even heard another man compliment you…

Like any pub, the Garrison was busy during the holidays, the Shelby family had been busier than ever. Tommy would bring you along not as a companion, nor a business partner, but more of an accessory to drape around his arm. While wearing clothes he would allow you to wear. No one had taken you seriously unless your husband was there to bark orders. Other than that, you were known as the 'Wife of Thomas Shelby’ or 'Mrs. Shelby’. But today, you wanted to be yourself and look nice while doing so. Besides, Tommy had always expected you to look your best.

You wore a rich blue gown with an open collar to adorn an expensive silver necklace. Your hair was tied in an up-do, while your lips were painted a deep shade of rouge. You wore satin gloves with a pricey fur coat. You would be kept in the house most of the time, so why not put these nice clothes to good use? It’s not like Tommy would mind. He'd always let you drift away from him during parties. Any other dame would’ve been excited that their husband would allow them to have a little fun. Yet why did it make you feel so...miserable?

It felt so meaningless these parties, extravagant events, wearing uncomfortable clothing, along with an unnecessary number of guests. Worst of all, Ada and Polly were nowhere to be seen to keep you company. You look around to find them dancing drunkenly and carefree. With Polly taking the lead. At that moment you understood, they had guests to entertain.

With a marriage like yours, drinking became a large portion of your “coping method”. by the third month you were downing shots as if they were water, seeing as your husband was never there for comfort. Only to keep his cock warm. You couldn't believe him. What kind of a man leaves his own wife alone, in a bar of all places? It didn't matter if he owned it, he still left. You curse that Shelby man.

You sat on a bar stool while sipping a glass of water instead. Tonight, Tommy would leave you be, and that also meant at peace. There was no point in getting drunk now. No reason to drink as much anymore. You had to take more care of yourself now. You were too deep in thought to even notice someone had been staring at you.

You felt a sudden tap your shoulder. It was some chap, seemingly in his mid-thirties. He raises a brow to the seat next to yours, “Mind if I keep you company?” he gestures at the empty chair. You shrug it off, “Not at all, by all means,” you jerk your head to the seat. He takes the opportunity to hold your gloved hand to his lips. He places a gentle kiss against your knuckles. That wasn’t a common thing around here.

Usually, the men here would avoid even looking at you. But his eyes are hooded, as he stares directly into yours. Still cradling your gloved hand in his, “Tell me my dear; why on earth would such a beauty sit alone in a place like this?”

You smirk then look away, “To tell you the truth, I’m still trying to figure that out myself...” You shrug, staring at the half-empty glass. He chuckles, “You my dear, are a diamond in the rough,” he winks. You look down shyly while cradling your drink. Not taking notice at his eyes lingering your bodice. He takes his sweet time admiring the rise and fall of your chest.

Tommy, however, had seen the entire interaction. He knew very well of your long list of secret admirers, fending them off was a job itself. He just couldn’t believe you’d do it so boldly in public. As soon as you were given an ounce of freedom. He excuses himself from a conversation that he'd been in since arriving. His ears pick up on what you were saying, “Try telling that to my-”

“Who is this?” Tommy voice is heard right behind you. The other man reaches in to shake his but your husband ignores the friendly gesture. His hands rest on your naked shoulders, causing shivers to rake up your spine. His cold blues stare down the other man.

Your eyes raise as you turn around, “…my husband.” your eyes widen in fear, “Tommy…this is…” you tried giving him an answer. But he hadn't given you a chance to explain, instead he interrupts, “I can’t even leave without you making a fool out of me.” he scolds. He always spoke to you as of you were a child. As if he weren't the one who made you a woman. He looks at what you’re wearing. There are visible peaks from your breasts hardening from the cool air, leaving very little to the imagination. Something that should only be open to his view only. He pulls you out of your seat, the other man intervenes, “You’ve mistaken sir, see I-”

“Piss off,”

“I beg your pardon?”

“And stay the fuck away from my wife,”

Tommy doesn’t give him a second glance. He quickly removes his coat and throws it on your shoulders. He drags you by the arm out of the pub. His brothers are quick to catch up on what was happening.

Was he mad about your dress? Surely, you hadn’t meant to push him. Were you over dressed for the occasion? Or did he think you were flirting intentionally with a stranger? You were all alone and had no one to talk to! It's not like you wanted to sleep with the bloke!

But that didn’t matter now. Tommy was mad, very mad. It couldn’t be jealousy. Not with Tommy, no, It wasn’t jealousy. It was possession. Even if it were he was doing a damn good job at hiding it. The real reason was that you disobeyed his authority. You knew what would come from his anger alone. You didn't seek his approval for your outfit tonight. Which only meant a punishment was in store. The last thing you hear before being thrown into his car, was the sound of a gunshot firing.

Tommy muffles your screams with his gloved palm. You became dizzy. A sickness began to consume you. Trying your best not to puke in the passenger seat. When the car stops, Tommy is the first to exit. He slams the car door behind him. You stay put. Not as an act of defiance, but out of pure fear. So scared that it left you physically paralyzed. Consumed by a strong feeling of anxiety. He was going to kill you, just like that man. At that moment you knew, you would never be safe around him. You had to get away from him no matter what.

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Easy Money (Part 2)

Dark!Robert Pronge (Mr. Freezy) x Heiress!Reader

Warning(s): +18, Non-Con, Kidnapping, Torture, Mind break, Loss of Virginity, Object insertion, Non-con filming.

Author's Note(s): This is one of the lewdest pieces I’ve ever written iml and I apologize my followers for seeing this side of me. It’s just over all Robert being an awful human being.

What exactly went on in the warehouse three years ago. Robert follows the instructions given to him perfectly. But in the end, it still came crashing down. He finds himself stuck and it's beginning to annoy him.

Robert sits in a movie theater. His eyes are glued to the screen. Where two adult actors are currently in the middle of a heated performance. He pumps his shaft to their rhythm. Suddenly someone decides to sit right next to him. A new client. Some greasy geezer. He made small talk of how he was laid off for fondling a fellow employee’s ass. Only to find out that it was actually his new boss. He hands him an envelope stuffed with cash and a photo of the woman. She would be his next target.

A young, pretty thing. Robert couldn’t blame the guy. From what he’d seen in the pictures provided she really did have a fine set on her. But boy, was this guy a huge pervert. His employer had sent him a list of sick demands. An array of porno magazines were provided to give an idea of what he specifically wanted, with everything provided for of course. Pronge is careful to count the bills. From just the amount paid Robert could tell the guy must’ve really hated her. 10k per hour was too good to be true.

Originally posted by euphoricdaydreaming

It was humorous really. These kinds of hits were always made by the quiet ones too scared to do it themselves. All because their fragile ego had been shattered. He couldn’t give less of a shit. At least his pockets would be full for the next few months. After memorizing his soon-to-be target’s route Robert had purchased a tasteless sedative from a dealer who worked with the Italian mob. He would pick her up not too far from the bus stop she’d wait at. Located nearby his ‘shop’.

Robert decides to use the abandoned warehouse not too far as the place he’d bring her to. Renovating it shouldn’t be a problem. Every few days he would stop by his new workplace, slowly setting up a studio. It took a while to secure the area. One of the things he hates the most is when his plans are sabotaged. No risks. No mistakes. That’s how he likes it.

Originally posted by beautiful-nature-gifs

He notices how the woman would always take the bus to and from work. Just before rush hour. It made things easier. Less people around. A perfect time to spring into action. He drove steadily her way until his van was perched at the curb in front of her stop. He looks up to find her waiting patiently with her hands in her lap. She was just waiting for him to grab her. To ruin her. Robert hollers for her attention, “Excuse me ma’am.”

The young woman looks up in curiosity. Almost in disbelief that he was actually talking to her. She tilts her head slightly then points to herself to make sure that it was her he was calling for. Robert smirks then nods, “Would you like to try a free sample? It’ll help with this heatwave going on,”

Originally posted by imissyourbattlecries

She hops off the bench and walks to the side of his truck, “You would really do that?” her reaction came off as surprised. Robert nods yet again. Her hands clasp together while her fingers intertwine, “That’s very kind of you sir!” she grins. She made it too easy, his little money maker. He asks the woman how her day had been. Not that it mattered to him. He retreats to the back of the truck and pulls out a Popsicle. It had been chilling all night in order to preserve the sedative mixed into it. It was pricey, but it also got the job done.

He made sure to wrap it up so that there would be no sign of tampering. He told her it was a new ‘signature flavor’ he was working on. Who knew she’d be so fucking gullible. He watches closely as her red stained lips part. Robert licks his lips when her tongue pokes out to swipe against the tip. He admires way her mouth wraps around the head. He was going to have fun breaking her in.

She lets out a moan, “Mmm ‘show good..” her eyes are closed in a blissful trance. It only takes her a matter of seconds before she begins to stumble. Her legs wobble momentarily before buckling. She lets out a long sigh, her muscles go lax as she drops the treat onto the ground. A long sigh escapes her lips. Her eyes roll back before suddenly fainting. Robert whistles when he steps outside his van. He drags her unconscious form to the back of his vehicle. He eyes the woman’s form one more time before closing the door and driving off.

Robert stops by his usual ally way pick up some stimulant pills from a local dealer. Said his name was Johnny. He’d sell them on the side of his gas station. Along with condoms and a case of beer. If Robert’s going to be fucking someone for hours, he might as well be prepared for it. But before he makes it out the door he hears the little runt calling for him, “Hey! Pronge! Any plans for tonight?”

Nosy little shit…

“Nah just uh..have a date.” he turns around. Johnny raises a brow at the small box before scanning it. He hums a tune, “You know..if you wanna go raw I’d be more than happy to sell you some morning after pills. He dangles the package in front of the older man, “I’ve had a few slip ups myself. Trust me after a long night those condoms are gonna give you a burn. In fact, I’ll sell them to you half off.”

At this point Pronge is beyond annoyed and slaps a wad of cash on the counter just to make him shut up. Johnny counts the cash and whistles, “Pleasure doing business with you sir..” he waves goodbye to the hit man. When the door chimes shut the snickers to himself. He popped a few holes in the condoms for his little scam trick. He buys the condoms, then sells them the pills for any slip-ups. Besides, business was business and he never liked the guy.

Pronge drives towards his workshop, where her fate would be sealed.

When they make it inside his victim is still in a state on unconsciousness. Sprawled on some old mattress he had found. On the side are an array of different toys. From vibrators, to dildos, butt plugs, nipple clamps, and a spreader bar were given if she weren’t compliant. He clicks the camera on, “Alright…” his hands move away from it, making sure that the device is still recording, “Showtime,” zooming in his camera in to capture the sleeping woman.

Her lips are slightly parted. Robert reaches for her. A hand brushes away hair from her face, revealing the identity of his victim. He watches her chest rise and fall slowly from the angle she had been laid out in. He could get a close look at the woman’s cleavage pressing against her expensive negligae. His gloved hand reaches in to wrap around the her neck. He gives it a light squeeze. Nothing happens.

Robert traces his touch lower and lower. Until it reaches the top of her blouse. His knuckles brush against her bare skin. He yanks at the expensive blouse, popping it open in the process. Her pencil skirt is pulled off in the matter of seconds. He makes sure to use duct tape when binding her wrists together. He lifts her head up to wrap a blindfold around her eyes.

Now only a matching lace set was in his way. He parts her legs and bunches up the front of her panties. He pulls the front to the side. Robert lets out an audible gasp. Her pussy was practically waiting for him to ruin. Neatly groomed and everything. Now that was his bonus. He lets go of the fabric. Letting it snap back. One of her lips still visible to tease the audience. He pulls down her bra to reveal her breasts. Her nubs harden from the summer breeze.

Robert is careful not to rip her panties in the process. His employer had a fetish for keeping them after. He drags her underwear over his face in an attempt to hide his identity. When Robert parts her legs he lets out an audible gasp. There it was, all for him.

Robert’s hand drags from her lower belly down to her mound. Two fingers slide up and down her slitbefore reaching up to play with her bud. Her reaction was almost immediate. Goosebumps began to form on her skin. Her brows furrow in confusion from the unwanted pleasure. Then all of a sudden the woman jolts awake and screams. He doesn’t give her enough time to register what’s going on.

He wraps a hand around her throat, “Fight back and I’ll fucking kill you.” he voice is deep, dripping with demand. Her eyes widen after noticing her panties missing. She whimpers, “Who are you? W-what do you want from me..?” the woman is visibly shaking. He taunts her, “It’s time you pay your dues sweetheart.”

“Nononono please I didn’t do anything wrong–please don’t!” her voice begins to crack, “Please mister don’t do this. Don’t kill me…p-please—ow!!” he yanks a fist full of her hair. She hears the sound of something unzipping. Something warm and wet rubs against her cheek. It smudged her makeup in the process. It’s tip was sticky. In that moment she realized just what it was,

“Oh my god! Gross!!! get it off of me!! GET IT OFF!!!”

Robert’s fingers dig into her locks. She yelps from the pain, giving him access to shove his length into her parted mouth. She squeals in disgust. He’s taken aback. It was as if she’d never done this before. He hushes her muffles cries, “That’s it…choke on it. Good slut..” his voice is sultry and dripping with desire. He continues to barge in until he reaches the hilt of his length. His pubes brush against her nose. He thrusts himself in and out of her channel. Enjoying the velvety feeling of her wet mouth.

When Robert finally pries himself free he struggles to catch his breath. Looks like the back ally pills worked well. Too fucking well for him to handle. He groans, “Open your mouth and stick out your tongue..” his hands comb back some fly away hairs. When she doesn’t comply he wraps a hand around her neck, “Or I could slit your goddamn throat and fuck the hole. Don’t test my patience.”

She sniffles before parting her lips once again. Robert lifts his member up. He rubs circles around his sack a few times to get him going. He settles it against her tongue that poked out. Enjoying the warm, wet sensation it had to offer, “Lick them,”

She starts off with a few kitten licks. Robert pulls her hair back again, “What the hell was that? You act like you’ve never sucked a dick before.”

“B-because I haven’t!” her voice cracks. He sighs, collecting his thoughts, “Lick them like a lollipop. Lap your tongue against it a few times.”

She pokes out her tongue again but this time flattens it against his testicles. His eyes roll back, “Oh fuck…just like that…” he palms his crotch, teasing the tip every now and then. Robert pumps his shaft while enjoying the feeling of her wet mouth against his sacks. He spills his load across her face. Robert chuckles at the sight of her covered in his spunk, “Shit…I think you just milked my balls dry…” He rasps. He lets her go for a while. She tries to wipe off the residue off with her shoulder blade. He chuckles at the failed attempt. She still had her pride intact. Well, not for long.

He shoves her to the ground easily with the back of his boot. She bounces on the mattress below. He’s set up the camera right behind him to avoid revealing his identity. He settles himself in between her legs and drags his pants halfway down. A little fan service for potential buyers. When he strokes his member above her folds her breath hitches. If he could barely fit in her mouth, who knows the damage it could do on her inhabited parts. 

He’s heard dozens before beg for their life. It was funny really, now matter who they were or where they came from. At the end of the day they’d offer the same things. Money, Information, Drugs. But not her, “Look, I-I’m sorry…If I’ve ever done anything to upset you I–” oh how adorable. You were actually apologizing after what he had done. Robert pushes his thick tip, causing the woman to squeal, “W-wait!! Wait!!!“ her pleas were silenced by his lips crashing against her mouth.

Robert’s beard brushes against her wet face. He shoves his tongue deep into her mouth. While dong so he hovers his member over her entrance. He thrusts his full length in one shove, slamming his pelvis deep into her core. Not giving time for her to adjust. His hands grip her hips. She wails into his mouth as he violates her womanhood.

You realize quickly that having sex with this man was like getting pummeled by a bulldozer. Not fun. Not sexy. It isn’t long until Pronge spills another heavy load inside. He backs away to show off the damage done on camera.

Two of his thick gloved fingers separate her folds. A streak of crimson and cum drip out of her opening. She was quite the sight. His little damsel in distress. Her face is flushed with embarrassment. Her skin now dulled by the adrenaline rush. Tears soak her blindfold along with drops of mascara streaking down her cheeks, Her ruby lipstick is smudges across her chin while her lower lip quivers in fear.

As soon as he hears her sniffling it shoots straight to his dick. Oh fuck…he didn’t know just how bad he has it. Robert made sure that he’d ruin her in any way possible. Besides, it was in the job description. “How does it feel hm?” he holds her chin and rubs his thumb against her bottom lip, “To be fucked by a grimy, good-for-nothing bastard. A prim and proper broad must feel pretty filthy being used like this,” he huffs.

“You disgust me…” She turns head to the side. He chuckles, “It’s fine if you don’t wanna face me.” Robert flips her over. He coils her hair in a makeshift ponytail. He sinks himself back in. His pelvis slaps hard against her ass. He groans out from the pleasurable feeling. He almost loses control right then and there from grip she had on him. He starts to pound her from behind. Every now and then he’d deliver a harsh slap or squeeze on her rear for the audience. Mainly because he just loved the way it bounced back. He roughly fucks her into the floor during the next three rounds.

His dick was on fire. Holy shit… he hisses from how sensitive his member became. These pills were strong–way too fucking strong for him to handle. Which was strange for someone his height and weight category. He should’ve absorbed them with no problems.

Robert has to take a break in between. He was sure his dick would fall of if he hadn’t. He holds a wand lazily to her clit. She chokes out a sob when another orgasm hits her. Her stomach flexes from how strong the rush was. A stream gushes out of her folds. His gloves are soaked. He presses it harder on her sensitive bud. Her wails echo throughout the abandoned building. Listening to her screams only urges him to shove his cock back in.

A few hours have passed. Robert has her on her back. Her pussy is faced towards the camera. He lazily ruts into her mouth. A finger traces the bulge in her throat where his cock dwells. He flicks it, causing her to gag. He’s still horny but all out of ideas. He tugs his mask to the side and takes a few swigs from his beer. That’s when an idea hits him. Robert pulls his length from her throat.

She’s a coughing mess. Her lips are swollen from sucking his manhood more times that she could remember. He pulls another beer bottle from the case. By now it had been room temperature. He pops off the cap with a pocket knife then holds the pad of his thumb against the rim.

He scoops her up with one arm. Her bottom half is too sore to kick him away. Robert manhandles her until she’s upside down. Each leg is hoisted over his broad shoulders. He takes a quick sip of his drink before flipping it over. He pushes the tip against her folds, letting it slide into her entrance. He chuckles when she begins to twist and turn in shock. Robert has a solid grip around her waist as he began pumping the bottle in and out vigorously. She wines in discomfort. Sweet liquid starts to drip from her cunt. Gliding from her folds, to her belly, down her breasts, all the way to her neck and face. Her hair is already sticky from all kinds of fluids.

His minx now reeked of sex. Of him. Robert licks his lips from the lewd display. He loves it, “My, my. What a messy little pussy you’ve got there.” he grazes his fingers against her drenched folds. He coasts his hand in the sticky wetness and smears it across her face. Her carefully applied lipstick was now streaks of crimson along her jaw. He tugs his bottle free from her opening with a lewd ‘pop’ sound. He lifts her panties over his mouth. His tongue dives into her slot. His palm presses against her lower belly. Liquid easily seeps out of her opening. He drinks it up, humming in delight when finished. He licks his lips. Eager about what he has in mind. 

It isn’t a minute later when he starts to fuck her again. Her legs are wrapped around his hips as he grinds into her. A hand reaches in between them to pinch and pull at her sensitive bud. She screams through the gag from the how sensitive her bundle of nerves became. Her head shakes vigorously. A muffled  “No!” escapes her lips as she’s forced into yet another unwanted orgasm. He doesn’t stop there. It was the sixth round that had his hostage sobbing.

Her legs were shaking, her back was arches, her eyes roll into her skull. She could feel him an empty his load yet again, shamelessly groaning into her ear “Oh fuck..” he breathes out harsh enough to blow the side of her damp hair. Every time he wasn’t fucking her cunt he would fuck himself to climax in another hole. He made sure to make her his dirty girl in every position he could think of.

Robert takes another break. He browses through erotica magazines for anything they haven’t tried by now. He can’t seem to focus with her sobbing interrupting his thought process. For someone with such a high ego, she sure cried a lot. But that’s what he liked about her. Hearing her scream through the gag for him to stop. It only encourages him to continue pumping himself through her abused holes. His eyes roll back at the feeling of her walls clenching him milking him dry.

“One more..just one more…” he urges. Her back was flush against his chest. His member slides in effortlessly for a final round. Her womb is filled to the brim with his seed. It swells from the overflow. He spits on the palm of his hand then slaps it against her bruised bud. She shrieks again for him. That’s all she can do. Her body violently shakes then gives out. She was spent. Too tired to fight back. He takes off her blindfold and gag before having her face the camera, “Now, what do you say?”

Th-Thank you…thank you f-for fucking me…” It’s hoarse but still audible. His work was almost done. Almost. He just needed a good smoke after all that. He turns around for a brief moment to turn off the camera.

He shoves a pill into your mouth. thumb gripping your chin as he commanded, ‘Open.” before spitting inside. He pinches your nose shut. Making sure you would swallow. He can’t risk having any bastards walking around. As soon as that’s done he’ll smother you with chloroform.

He retrieves a bottle of chloroform and dabs on a handkerchief. Robert faces his victim. She doesn’t run away. Doesn’t flinch when the sounds of his footsteps approach. Her mind is too broken to even take notice of her surroundings.

He had finally broken her. Robert puffs out a cloud of smoke and all she could do about it was cough. He holds the back of her head to still her shaking. He presses a firm hand to smother her breathing. It’s a few seconds until she’s out cold again. Now he just needed to clean up and collect the rest of his earnings.

He washes her from head to toe. Rinsing and scrubbing away any evidence. He separates her folds with his fingers first before prodding her with a metal speculum. Where it holds her insides in place. Now he just had to let gravity take over. Robert watches as his load drips out effortlessly. Robert swipes away any proof of him ever being there. As soon as he’s finished dressing her in newer clothes he couldn’t help but grin at the sight before him.

She looked as if she were in a deep sleep. He kisses her temple then pauses. He can’t explain why he just did that. Instead he decides to brush it off. It’s not like they’d ever see each other again. Robert drives them towards a location he hasn’t used yet. He makes sure to place her in an area where someone would find her, then drives off.

Originally posted by futuretage

You woke up on a hospital bed. A nurse is by your side. When he asks what happened all you could do was scream. You thrash around. Legs kicking wildly. That’s when they decide to call the police. When you told them what had happened they had you tested. You spent weeks cooped up in your apartment missing work, hoping that they’d find out who the culprit was. It’s the Sheriff who arrives at your place to give you the news. He has a hand placed on his chest as he told you the results. Your heart sinks. In his own words, “There wasn’t enough evidence.” the only form of proof were the bruises left behind. Whoever this guy is, is smart. Sick in the head, but smart.

Robert spent the next few weeks reminiscing in his own thoughts. It had been like this everyday. This itch that he just could never scratch away. He knew it was just a job. But he just couldn’t help it. Something about the sex had him wanting more. He visits Johnny’s block again for more pills. But the narc was no where in sight. Turns out old Johnny had been selling fake drugs and had gotten himself shot. At that moment Robert knew, he had it bad. Now he finds himself in a phone booth frantically punching numbers in.

He needed another taste. Just one more. That’s all he needed, right? A good shag would get rid of his itch. There was only thing on his mind the entire month after the night spent with her. When the man on the other line picks up Robert tries to keep his cool, “I’m available for more work, come and find me.” the message was sent, and now he waits.

Hidden Treasure (Part 11)

Arranged Marriage AU: Dark!Tommy Shelby x Wife!Reader

Warning(s): Kidnapping, Physical harm, Physical assault.

Author's note(s): We see it all unwrapping!

Tension rises within the Shelby family, and your husband is to blame for it all.

Tommy drags you into the living room. Where the rest of his brothers await. Finn is seated. Your eyes widen from the sight of his bruised and battered form. A cut lip, complimented with a black eye and small bruises that littered his body. There was a firm handprint right against his throat. As if someone had him pinned down. You were all too familiar with the feeling. There was no doubt that this was Tommy's doing. You could practically hear your blood boiling. Your maternal instincts kicking in as you saw red.

You twist out of your husband’s grip and rush towards the young boy, “Finn! What have they done to you?!” Your hands cup his face, causing him to wince in pain. He tries not to squirm in discomfort, “S’alright m’fine…I’m sorry I couldn’t help you...” he looks away in shame, defeat. Your heart breaks for him. Your hand combs through his hair cooing him, “No, you didn’t, it was bound to happen,” you turn around and make your way towards Tommy. You were tired of hiding, Tired of being silenced, Tired of smiling through the hell that he had put you through. You choose not to be afraid of him anymore. Enough was enough. No more. Because now? You were fucking fuming, “You…”

“Hello dear.” He replies nonchalantly. Keeping a straight posture.

“You bastard!” you shrieked.

“Nice to see you too—“Tommy’s head swings to the side from the slap he’d received. You grab him by the back of his neck, Like the many times he’d done to you and growl, “You could’ve done something to me for running off, but instead you had to take it out on Finn! Like a fucking coward!!” you bark at him. He turns his head around. Your backhand was much stronger than he'd expected. A faint trickle of blood drips from his nose. He swipes it with a finger to examine, “Not too bad...could be better…” judging your strike.

You hissed in his face, “Then fight back!" you slap his chest, "Fight back like you always do!” your voice begins to break, “Or is it because you don’t want your family to know? How much of a monster you were to me?!”

He pulls your wrists together. It was futile to retrieve them back. Tommy held you close, “I’m not going to fight you.” his voice is softer.

“Why not?!” you spat.

“Because you wouldn’t last, not in your condition,” as soon as he glances down your blood ran cold. Tommy had finally found your little secret. His eyes are glue to your belly, “For how long?” he reaches to caress the faint bump. You look down at his hand now resting against it and bit your bottom lip, “Since the last time we went to the Garrison,”

More specifically the same night he had dragged you out of the bar in front of everyone. Soon after firing his gun. Watching the people scatter through the streets, like sewage rats…it made your stomach twist.

Tommy’s voice breaks the flashback, “Why didn’t you tell me?” his voice is soft. His eyes show a genuine concern for your well being. You tell him your complete and honest truth,

“I was scared you didn’t want it, because it was obvious you didn’t want me, and you’re only now treating me different because I’m carrying your child...how…” tears began to welt, streaming down your cheeks, “…How could you be so cruel to me?” you sob. Tommy pulls you into his chest. You bury your face into his coat.

He felt a guilt like no other. He knew he had only himself to blame for everything that had happened, “I have not been a proper husband, and I understand why you would want to leave, being the circumstances that I put you through…and I’m sorry...“ his hands cup your face. His thumbs glide against your wet cheeks. Your face scrunches as you slap his hands away, “Then why’d you hurt Finn?! He was only trying to help me!”

Finn scratches the back of his head, “Well…actually I sort of…started it, as soon as they asked me, I started raining hell on 'em,” it was during the morning after. Tommy had plans to spend all day with you and Charlie. How long had it been since he’d slept that well? Too long for him not to remember. But to his surprise, he’d awoken to his wife missing. Part of him hoped that you were probably downstairs in the kitchen preparing for breakfast as you usually would.

No matter how often the maids would offer to help you refused. This was the one thing you had to yourself. He didn’t mind. It was adorable seeing you so focused on perfecting a meal instead of a tart. When Tommy arrived at the kitchen, he expected you to be seated already with breakfast done. However, you were nowhere to be found. All of the maids were gone as well.

At that instance Tommy knew there was something wrong, very wrong. He searches every room calling, yelling for your name. By now you were probably long gone. He picks up bits of his scattered clothes. Time was scarce. Every minute mattered. Tommy rounds up his best men, not to search but to interrogate. There was no way an enemy could’ve gotten this close to his house. Not without him knowing. Someone had betrayed him, he’s sure of it.

He finds out who when his brothers arrive. One of them is suspiciously late, Finn. When the younger Shelby arrived at the house he isn’t as alert as he usually is. In fact, he’s quite relaxed. Tommy knew it had all been an act. He stands right in front of him. He reads the younger boy like a book. What gave it away were his shoes. Finn had gotten new shoes a few days ago. In what situation would a young lad refuse to wear them? If they’ve been ruined. Finn must have been out last night during the storm.

Tommy’s hands ball into fists, he snarls in his face, “I’m only going to tell you this once Finn: Where. Is. She?” a storm was brewing inside Tommy. Finn remembers your promise. He remembers the way your lip quivered with fear of failing. He flashes his older brother a grin before tackling him to the ground.

But Tommy’s strength eventually surpasses his, the elder Shelby flips him over, holding Finn by the throat. Finn’s fingers dig deep into his arm but nothing would avail. John and Arthur have to pry them from each other. But like any other Shelby, Finn doesn’t go down without a fight. He gave it his all but against three soldiers. Only for it to end as a lost cause.

You smack his arm then pinch his ear, “That’s for making me worry!” then embrace him in a hug. For a brief moment he’s confused if you’re still angry at him or not but then relaxes in your arms. He chuckles, “The only reason why they’re allowing me to be here was because I told him that if he didn’t let me see you, I’d rat him out to Polly,”

You raise a brow, “And he believed you?”

“No, so I told him I already did,” He grins. You don’t know what fate has in store for Tommy. All you could do is pray for her to listen to your side of the story. It’s about time Thomas Michael Shelby dealt with the wrath of Ms. Elizabeth Gray. He knew at some point he’d have to tell her about their…marital problems. Him and his brothers had kept it a secret for far too long. Now everything had spiraled out of control.

He arrives to the church, the same one he had been married in, twice. Where he’ll have to face the Shelby Matriarch. Tommy sits himself in the booth right behind her. He sighs, “She wanted to leave me Polly,” his shoulders sink, “I’ve changed, more than what I was willing to at first, there’s no reason why she would want to leave now,” His fingers twitch in his lap, "I don't want to lose her,"

Polly turns around. Her temper had gotten the best of her. Slap after slap lands on her nephew. Her voice booms, “Have you gone mad?! Why does she want to leave?!” Echoing off the church’s walls. Polly throws in a few good smacks at him. Someone has to. “You’re a grown man Thomas, for fucks sake act like one! Stop relying on this poor girl to fix you–fix yourself for her! If you think you can just take and take from a good woman and expect her to be fine with it?! You’re a damn fool!” Polly almost falls out of her seat. She catches her breath.

She held her nephew by the shoulders for balance, “If any harm ever comes to that girl ever again, I will make sure to hunt. You. Down,” She huffs. Her expression changes to confusion when Tommy looks up, his eyes now glossed over, “How can I fix this?”

“You’re asking the wrong person,” Polly scolds before walking to the front to give a small prayer. As soon as she crosses herself, she promptly leaves, ignoring Tommy who now sulked all alone. After the war, he had almost lost all faith. After Grace had died, so had a part of him that believed there was something better. Then you came along. You, who had tried so hard to fix a broken man like him. What did he do to deserve a treasure like you?

For the first time in years Tommy decides to pray. He prays for only one thing: Your happiness. Whether it included him or not didn't matter.