Today was the day.

Today was the day that Bonnie could finally get a proper fight against someone roughly his age, a healthier opponent than a retired heavyweight. Though, the adrenaline he had gotten whilst fighting the ex champion boxer, Billy Mills. That fight had been something else, it was like the spirit of his sister lived within him, giving him the additional anger and aggression he needed to knock down the man who was almost a foot taller than him and weighted almost double his body weight.

Today was the day! — well, technically it was still night and the sun wouldn't be rising for another few hours...

Aberama had woken Bonnie up at first dawn, the dust of the previous day had finally settled, allowing for Bonnie to make more. So, without question, the young budding boxer set off on a thirteen mile run, double the length of his usual in order to feel ready for this meeting.

Though, he wouldn't be fighting on that day, Bonnie felt like he needed to do his usual pre-match training. Minus Millys involvement of keeping his mind occupied with positive thoughts about what he can do afterwards.

To keep up the tradition, Bonnie borrowed one of his twins hair ties and secured it around his wrist, this way she'd be with him until she could be there in person. He would've borrowed something smaller, but the little piece of yellow fabric caught his eye far quicker than the ladybug pin could ever.

"Bonnie." Aberama's voice called out from the dark, not too loud to wake up the others though. "Bonnie." His voice called out again, this time he was standing right in front of the untrained war solider, who was trying to prepare for a war he knew he'd win.

"Where's Esmeralda keep sneaking off to?" The youngest male changed the topic at hand, not wanting to talk strategy with a man who didn't know hand to hand combat quite like he did.

Aberama acted as if the wind had just been knocked out of him. Clearly, he was none the wiser of his eldest daughters late night endeavours to God only knows where, but Bonnie and the others had an idea.

Or rather, they could smell the idea on her when she returned.

"Never mind her, she's not important at the moment. Are you prepared for what could happen today? Good or bad." Though Aberama knew nothing bad could come of this, Thomas had too much riding on the help of Aberama and his crew.

Bonnie nodded, using a little wave of his hand to dismiss his fathers worries and doubts. He didn't want that negative energy to disrupt his calming thoughts. But the old man didn't seem to stop his gaze, no matter how many shrugs Bonnie gave out. No matter what Bonnie could've said or done, Aberama wouldn't have accepted an answer that wasn't yes, so his lack of speech in his answer seemed to have irked the patriarch.

"Uh— shall we go, then?"

Did Bonnie wait for his father to reply before setting off? No, in fact when he heard him calling back for him- he simply sped up his pace, knowing that he'd catch up eventually- even if that eventually was right outside the door of his sisters new work place.

... he really should've told her about the meeting beforehand, hear the information right from the goats mouth, but it was a few hours too late for that. The sudden thought of accidentally running into her made him stifle an anxious laugh, before he shook away the thought. The less she knew, the better! As Aberama always said, Milly was a sensitive soul, and didn't need to know every little bit of Gold news.

Of course, like he had expected- Bonnie walked a few steps into Watery Lane before stopping. Not only was his dad a million steps behind, but there stood his possible opponent and owner by the looks of it. The only thing that man was missing was a name tag and he could've been apart of the roaming circus.

Suddenly, a voice- a far too familiar voice pricked his ears. Ducking behind a house, a few steps off of Watery Lane, Bonnie stood and listened. It was Milly. And damn- was she showing them all who the real boss was.

"Are you both deaf, or just trying to piss—" Milly was cut off by Thomas Shelby and a raise of his hand.

Men, especially these two pigheaded men, had no right to raise a hand to silence anyone. They had the ability to talk and they should have.

"Gold. You're needed at the Betting Shop."

She wasn't, Tommy just needed her out of the distillery for the day, he was just sending her there under false pretences in order to keep his hair from greying any further... bur also due to her brothers rather polite demand. Those two, Tommy had noted, were far more polite than any of the other Golds, but they were definitely far different from them too.

Gold, Bonnie scoffed. Surely, she had gained the right to be called anything other than her surname- she'd show them all that she wasn't her father and she was smarter than the rest, but Tommy was a fickle little man who had always thought he was something of a God.

A God who had too many known weaknesses, family, opium, addiction and himself.

"Yes, Thomas. Whatever you say, Thomas." Milly muttered more to herself than anyone around her but that didn't stop Alfie from laughing at her little outburst.

Thomas scowled at the girl as she sauntered off, angrily stomping her feet on the ground. He watched as she disappeared into the distance, before turning his attention to the man beside him.

"She's an angry little thing ain't she? Find a way to get her close before that anger turns to you, mate." Alfie either warned or urged, before the trio disappeared out of sight from those watching out of the windows.

Thomas already knew that a Gold could quite possibly be his downfall and if he was a betting man, he'd put almost all of his money on Milly Dorothea Gold. Had he been introduced to the girl under different circumstances, maybe she would've offered Isaiah's hand, or maybe even his Finn- but having such a wild and uncontrollable person that close was a sure fire way to disaster. Or so, Thomas Shelby had thought.

"Anyways! Might as well waste no more time. Follow men, gentlemen." Tommy called out as he began to walk in the opposite direction to Milly Gold.

The men took a moment or two before they began to follow, the sound of thudding footsteps and the quiet clink of the cane were the only indicator that he was indeed being followed by the right people.

Had they both known that Bonnie witnessed that little exchange, perhaps things would've gone a little differently but that was the beauty of being a silent assassin. Light on his feet and easily hidden amongst the red bricked houses that had gone brown with algae and moss.

Luckily by the time Aberama rounded the corner, everyone was out of sight, and far from the bat like hearing of his father too.

They were early, of course due to Bonnies quick speed, so instead of inviting themselves in like they had originally planned, Bonnie managed to persuade Aberama to hang outside for a few minutes, he had told a white lie, saying he needed to run through a few things in his head beforehand but really he wanted a quick word with Finn. He was the only one Tommy didn't trust yet, so he'd be the lackey for whatever they classed this meeting as.

"Are you ready, my boy?" Aberama's voice snapped, bringing Bonnie back to the land of the living.

Was he ready? Well, he sure as hell hoped so.

He didn't have enough time to confirm that he was ready before Finn Shelby stepped out of the building.

"He's ready for yous both, now."

If Finn had just—
Wait, if Finn was out here with them, where was his sister?

"She's at the betting shop, mate. With our Pol." Finn whispered before stepping back to allow the Gold men to enter first.

"Just wait here." Finn added as they reached another set of heavier mahogany doors, Bonnie could hear a cockney accent, along with Thomas's board Birmingham one.

Audibly, they both clashed against one another but that made it easier to distinguish what they were saying. Something about gin, but of course the Golds didn't care for the stuff anyway.

"Tommy, there are men approaching." Finn said, as if he didn't already know who the men were or where they were exactly.

As if he hadn't just let them into the building to begin with.

"Yeah, let them pass." Thomas replied, sending Finn on his way back out to where the Golds were.

Silently, Finn beckoned them into the larger distillery room before walking away to where Bonnie presumed was his fancy office that Milly had told him so much about.

Bonnie was the second to step in, closely behind Aberama and he was just- observing, silently. He noticed a man-child, maybe a few years older than he was and he had presumed he was the opponent he had heard about. Swallowing a pit that had formed in his throat, he forced his eyes back to stare blankly ahead, just passed everyone- doing his best to clear his mind again.

"Mr Shelby! I've come to talk purse for the fight." Aberama called out, stopping the conversation between the other men like he was stopping a running tap.

Alfie was the next to talk, glancing between both Thomas and Aberama. "Your kestrel? Tommy when a pikey walks in with a haircut like that- you've gotta ask yourself; 'have I made a mistake'?"

"Who the fuck are you?"
"Who the fuck am I?"
"Who the fuck is this?"

Aberama spat back at the taller, and more domineering man.

Oh boy.

Had Bonnie known about the possibility of a literal gun fight, he would've worn a nicer hat. Had Bonnie known that both men were as volatile as the other, he probably would've stepped out with Finn at the first chance.

"I, my friend, I am the uncle! The protector and promoter of that fucking thing over there in whose shadow nothing good nor godly will ever fucking grow. That there, right? Is the southern counties welterweight champion."

To Bonnie, that man was not a welterweight and if he was— Bonnie was barely a featherweight.

"He is of mixed religion, therefore he is godless—" Bonnie had to drown out the rest of Alfie Solomons spiel, unable to concentrate on anything other than he sudden flood of dread that ran through him.

But Bonnie was his mothers son, and not afraid of some beast of a man that stood before him.

Goliath was— a giant of a man. The human epitome of a moving mountain, with a Neanderthal brow, blocked jaw and - cauliflower ears already.

Bonnie had just wished he'd told Milly about this before entering. She would've given him the pep talk he needed, instead of the words from his father that didn't reach the places they needed to within him.

"David, I'd like you to meet Goliath." He heard the words of his sister run through his mind before he heard the actual voices that were talking. Between the stench of Gins and Whiskeys clogging his senses and the constant feeling of his heartbeat within his throat, Bonnie could just about make out actual words.

"Now, will you offer your son?" Alfie asked, and Aberama wasn't one to back out of a fight he knew Bonnie could win even if Bonnie didn't think so himself.

"Name the day, Mister Shelby." Bonnies voice didn't betray him like he had thought it was. No! Instead it rang out like cast iron bells being hit with a hammer, as loud and strong as could be.

So it was settled, Bonnie would fight Goliath, when? Well, that was something for the adults to sort out, but Bonnie knew it would be in time for the changing of the season.

That day was when David met Goliath.