FLORENCE DIDN'T REMEMBER FALLING down to the ground when the gun shot was heard, she remembered Ada pushing her down, but getting back up was a completely different story, and she couldn't bring herself to think back to how it all happened. With the shooting from her flat locked into her mind, the girl wished that Tommy had never used this funeral as a trap for their enemies, because then, she wouldn't be reliving the moment where she believed that she would die — Florence felt her life flash before her eyes when the two men broke into her apartment and kill her neighbour, she didn't think she was going to survive, and when she heard those gunshots again.. It was like her life flashing before her eyes again. She saw herself as a child, running through the streets of Small Heath with her uncle Finn, she saw herself greeting her father when he stepped off of the train back from France with his brothers, remembering the time where the Peaky Blinders took down Billy Kimber, taking part of London, she remembered Campbell threatening to take her away when she was twelve years old, if her father didn't follow his orders, and she remembered Grace, the kind woman whom had taken her in as one of her own, until her death not long after.

Everything bad that had happened to her in her life, was because of her father, because of the life he led, the life that she had been dragged into at such a young age. Before the war, before Tommy had left her, she had a simple life, sure, her mother had fallen I'll and died when she was very young, but her life was still as normal as the next kid; the second her father and uncles came back from the war, everything started to change, and not in a good way. People at school began to avoid her, not wanting to get involved with a Shelby because of what they do to people that wrong them, anyone that was near Florence was terrified of doing something wrong, that the girl would go running to her family at the first sign of trouble, the fear that their fathers would be cut because of it. Florence didn't exactly have any friends, she had Finn, but he was family, and he was the only person the girl truly spent time with, someone who was her age, too — it was a lonely childhood, one that she didn't exactly like to reflect on, but here she was, remembering every single horrid detail, thanks to her father.

Upon hearing Polly's words about Florence, Tommy tried to avoid his daughters gaze, feeling enough emotions as it was, he didn't need to feel guilt amongst that because of how his daughter was taking all of this in. Johns death had been a huge hit on the family, himself included, and he wanted nothing but to get revenge for what they did to his brother, and he was doing it the ways he knew how, keeping secrets, and lying. He always lied to Florence, he hadn't meant to build up the relationship he had with her, he knew that the girl didn't trust him, and he didn't blame her in the slightest, he had caused it himself with all of the lies he had told. The girl used to follow him around when he came back from the war, believing that he was still the same man he was before he left, the same father, but when she found out he wasn't, she began to distance herself, and it had been like that ever since, except, every year, the girl moved further and further away. Florence didn't like the man Tommy had become, the moment he left for France all of those years ago, she knew deep down, that she wouldn't have a fatherly figure when he came back, and she was right. A shell of the man who used to be her father came back, and from that moment on, Tommy was only her father when he felt like it.

Florence could see how the man was trying to get back the relationship they once had, but she wasn't giving into him easily, it was frustrating him to no end, and she could tell - but she didn't care, after all of these years, it was finally time to give him a taste of his own medicine. The girl used Ada as support when she stood up, keeping her hand on the woman as she looked to her right, seeing a bunch of men approaching in the distance, probably being the men that Tommy had hired as protection against the Italians.. Florence noticed a boy, around her age, on a horse next to a guy she believed to be Aberama Gold, the guy that led the group which would be on Tommy's payroll for god knows how long - the girl never truly saw anyone exactly her age in the Blinders, at least, not around her; Tommy was old fashioned about letting the younger lads near her, but Florence never gave two shits about what he liked or didn't like. The boy next to Aberama looked exactly her age, maybe older, but he stood out to Florence, with his black hair and the smirk on his face - he had only seen the arrogance of the Blinder boys before, but the fact that he had an arrogance that was his own, made him extremely attractive.

The shootout that had just occurred, had blown out of her mind at the point in time where she laid eyes on the mysterious boy smirking on his horse, riding it confidently like he wasn't about to come into contact with Thomas Shelby, the murderous son of a bitch that most people feared and wanted dead; she had never met someone who wasn't afraid of her father, but right now, she had a feeling that the boy who she had her eyes locked onto, wasn't scared of him either.. Florence had never been interested in many boys, none that knew of her father would even go near her, and the ones that did, just wanted to get into the Peaky Blinders, so the girl gave up a long time ago - right now, was the most feelings she'd ever had towards any boy, and she had only seen him for a split second riding his horse. This boy was doing things to her, and she hadn't even heard him speak, yet, she was playing a dangerous game.

"We got word to them about the funeral, the where, the when.. Told them where to stand for the best shot." Arthur told Polly, as Florence tore her eyes away from the boy on the beautiful horse, to her father, who didn't look the least bit fazed about what he had done today. The girl wished that she had been warned ahead of time so she could prepare herself for the gunshots since she was still shaken up after what happened in her flat - the fact that he hadn't said a single word to her about using them as bait, although it summed up her father pretty well, the fact that he didn't care about anyone else.

"And Aberama Gold will do the rest. That's the language of vendetta, they take one of ours, we take two of theirs." Tommy explained further to Polly, the woman not happy with her nephew one bit for what he had done today. Florence didn't know why the woman was even shocked at what he had done, since all her father did was plan out his own attacks and moves without conversing with the rest of the family, first, that, and he didn't care who he hurt in the process.

Polly shook her head, as in denial, "You used your own brothers funeral." She stated, as if those words had any meaning to Tommy - Florence could see right through him, and she knew for a fact that he didn't care what they felt, or thought, as long as he believed he was right, nothing else mattered to him. She had spent years studying this man, since the moment he got back from France, and she still had trouble sometimes, but overall, she knew bits and pieces on how his brain works - although, no one could ever truly know what was going on in that man's mind.. "When did we vote on this, Tommy?" She asked, motioning to the rest of their family who stood by, watching the encounter between them, including Florence, who looked at her father in disappointment.

Tommy didn't answer his aunt, instead, turning to Curly behind him, "Curly, get a boat ready to take the bodies to the city. And a boat for anyone, anyone who wants no more part of this." He shouted, having had enough of everyone's shit when they were knee high in their own shit. Florence wasn't fazed at his shouts, as was Polly, "'Cause this is how it's gonna be." He finished, when Polly began to walk off without another word, Florence watching her go with a blank look on her face - she didn't exactly want to stay here, either, but she had an idea that he wouldn't let her go, even if she wanted to. Whilst he was shouting at Polly walking away, Florence stepped towards slightly, letting go of Ada as she stared down the man she dared to call her 'father', gaining his attention.

"And what about me?" Florence asked, no hint of a joke in her tone, she really didn't want any part of this, not since John was dead and Michael was stuck in a hospital bed with injuries no one knew if he would come over or not. This wasn't how the Peaky Blinders used to be; they used to do what they did to survive, to show those who doubted them that they could do these things, now, Tommy did it because he could - he wanted to show everyone that he was the king, that he was someone everyone should be feared of, but Florence could see through him, and he knew it.. "What if I want to leave?" She asked again, when Tommy didn't answer straight away, giving her a look as to tell her to stop talking.

At first, Tommy ignored her, not wanting to give her the time of day since he knew she was just trying to get under his skin - the girl wouldn't leave her family here in Small Heath, they both knew that. "You're not going anywhere." He eventually told her, his voice stern, which he always hoped would work on the girl like it did with everyone else, but Florence was unmoving, barely even reacting to his tone of voice. The girl kept her glare set on her father, who stared right back at her, while everyone watched in silence, not knowing what was going to happen next - they had always been going head to head, but this was different, the father and daughter duo had been fighting since they could remember, and it got worse every single year; this year was even worse than the last, and they didn't know what to do about it.

"I'm not staying for this, Arthur, I'm going home." Linda announced, being fed up of watching Tommy and Florence face down, it wasn't her ideal way to spend the day, and she was tired. The woman didn't want any part of this life, and Florence didn't blame her, she didn't, either, but unlike Linda, Florence was stuck in this life whether she liked it or not, she had the Shelby name and the Shelby looks, and enemies that knew her face, and would never leave her alone so long her father was living..

"Oh, yeah? Home's fifty-seven, Watery Lane." Arthur said, reaching into his coat pocket and pulling out a key as he walked up to his wife, "You go there, lock the doors, you wait for me." He instructed her, Florence glancing away from her father for just a second and seeing Linda's face, the woman's facial expression bored, as if she was fed up with all of this; in all honesty,Florence didn't blame her one bit. Linda didn't listen to Florence's uncle, instead, walking away without another word spoken, the woman clearly not wanting to stay in this place with all of this going down; Florence wanted to do the same, she wanted to go back to her flat, and she was going to, after she was able to get past her father.

Ada followed after Linda as Florence turned back to her father with an eyebrow raised, watching as he never took his eyes off of her - he didn't want her leaving Small Heath, she couldn't leave, she was the most easiest way to get to him, and he couldn't have that distraction as he was trying to take down the Italians. Florence sent one last glare his way, before turning her heel and following after Ada, knowing that she was going back home, not the one she had grown up in, but the one where she had been living since she got out of prison, because that was her home. "I sold your flat. You've nowhere to go." Tommy called out, barely turning back to her as the girl stopped in her tracks, her blood boiling at how he had gone behind her back and taken away the last thing she had that was hers. The girl breathed in a deep breath, closing her eyes and looking up to the sky for the calm herself, knowing that kicking off during John's funeral isn't the right thing to do, but at the same time, neither was anything her father had planned out.

Opening her eyes, Florence saw the boy she was admiring riding past her, his hat on top of his head as he sat on one of the most beautiful horses the girl had ever seen - he inclined his head towards her, as in bowing to her when he passed, keeping his eyes on her as he rode by, a body on the back of the horse as he followed behind Aberama Gold. She couldn't take her eyes off of him, and she didn't know why; he captivated her, holding a confidence that she couldn't ignore - the boy was attractive, she couldn't deny that, but she knew that he worked for Aberama, so she wouldn't want to be a party of his business. But that didn't mean she could ignore how he made her feel, the butterflies in her stomach flying around, like they were telling her that this boy was different; she had never had this feeling with any boy before, not even the ones she had been with, but right now, looking up at this boy, she just couldn't ignore it.
He eventually tore his eyes away from hers, the two of them stuck in their gazes, when he passed, Tommy appearing at Florence's side, not looking happy one bit that she had been entrapped with this boy on the horse - he knew this was Bonnie Gold, and he knew that the kid wasn't much older than his daughter, which meant that he wanted him to stay far away from Florence.

Florence sighed in annoyance when she felt her fathers presence besides her, turning her head to the side to see the older man holding up a key similar to the one that Arthur had attempted to give to Linda, which Ada had eventually taken out of his hands to give to the woman. It was the house she grew up in, the one where she used to share a bedroom with Finn, where she would wait daily for her father to come home from the war - it held a lot of bad memories from her childhood, discovering her father wasn't who she thought she was, and the last thing she wanted to do was move back in permanently, until the Italian situation was sorted. She didn't know how long that was going to be; she could be stuck in that house for years, no one knew how long Tommy would take to fix what he started after Grace's death.. Florence glared at the key, turning her eyes back up at Tommy as his face was blank, not going to let her leave without her taking the key, so he knows that she will be safe in their home, where Charlie was waiting for her to come home.

The girls upper lip twitched in anger, Florence seething inside as the last thing she wanted to do was give in to her father, the man who believed he owned her, when she tried to turn away, Tommy grabbed her upper arm, not too harshly, but enough to restrict her from walking away from her. "Take the key. Go home." He instructed, his voice low in warning as the girl sighed.

Florence yanked the key from her fathers grip after a few seconds of trying to come up with something, but there was nothing she could do, she was stuck in Small Heath, and there was nothing else she could do. Feeling Tommy's grip from her arm drop, Florence didn't spare him another look or word as she stormed away, bashing on the man's shoulder as she did so, as he merely sighed at her actions; the girl had his temper, he knew that, but it was always frustrating to see her go against his wishes to rebel.

"I know this isn't where you want to be, Flo. But it's for the best." Ada told the girl, as she had waited for her niece to walk next to her, the woman now walking besides Florence as they headed back to Watery Lane, where they all had their own houses to go back to.

"Best for who, us, or Tommy?" Florence retorted, not bothering to stop when Ada did, sighing as she watched her niece storm off with a limp on her step, still suffering from her gunshot wound healing. Ada looked back at her brother who was watching his daughter storm off, the two exchanging a look, before they got back to business, again.