The brothers looked at one another, as the woman in the car moved over as far over as she could get and leant her head against the window. She hadn't said a word since they had made their way to the bar, after she had dealt with Walker. Her attitude changing from the one that she had had before the interaction, to something sullen and cold. Arthur just shrugging as John looked at him with a quizzical gaze. The older Shelby knowing that whatever this was, it was better to leave it to Aberama. For even though she had not answered John's question, earlier that evening, about her and the other Romany's relationship; Arthur had seen the look in the eyes of the assassin, as Tommy had held her hand, back at the house. A look that said that she was his woman; and that holding her hand, better be the only thing that was done that evening. So, this was certainly something the older Gold could deal with. Yet her silence had brought an eerie feel with it, Arthur not sure whether it was just something to do with her; or the thought that they were having to wait to see if her form of killing, had actually worked. But either way, the oldest Shelby had to admit that he was more than happy to see the house, when it came into view.

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Aberama had sat, paced, and then sat some more, as he waited for (Y/n) and the Shelby's to return. He would have much preferred it if he had been able to join them at the party, too. Not that he didn't trust the brothers; not that he didn't trust (Y/n). It was just that he didn't trust every other bastard. It was bad enough when the green-eyed monster had reared its ugly head, when Tommy had just taken her hand; but the thought of all those other men ogling her, perhaps even touching her, was not making the feeling in the pit of his stomach any better. In fact, he had more than once contemplated storming into the party and killing anyone that dare to so much as look in her direction. But he had refrained; doing anything and everything to distract himself. His periods of stillness, causing his mind to fill with all the things that he wanted to do to his queen when she got back to the house. How he would slip the dress from her exquisite form, before laying her down on the bed, so that he could worship her in every way possible. Aberama not sure whether the thoughts and images were making things better or worse; but he was not about to complain. The Romany well aware that there were far worse thoughts he could be having at those moments. Yet he would feel better when she was back with him; when he could take her upstairs and discretely lead her to his room.

Suddenly he heard the front door open. The Romany quickly getting to his feet and making for the door of the room. as he heard the voices of John and Arthur. Aberama making his way out into the hall, just in time for him to see quickly making her way up the stairs.

"She's going up to her room........." Tommy said, as he pulled his overcoat from his shoulders.

"She's been quiet since she did tha job." The head of the family firm continued, as he took a small silver case from his jacket pocket and pulled a cigarette from it.

"She did well, Aberama. If everythin goes ta plan, I might want ta use her again." Tommy added, as he tapped the end of the cigarette on the case before bringing it to his lips.

"But fa now; ya might want ta go and check on her." Aberama nodding, before making his way up the stairs.

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(Y/n) threw open the door to the room and quickly made her way into the bathroom, turning on the hot water tap, before reaching for cloth and scrubbing at her hands, arms and neck. She knew that perhaps she should at least have said something to Abby, before she had just bolted; but she felt dirty. She needed to get the scent of that man off her skin; to scrub away the odour of his cologne and the memory of him touching her. The notion of doing anything more with the man that she had poisoned, making her sick to her stomach. And as much as she wanted Aberama to pull her into his arms and take away all these thoughts, she hated the idea of being unclean. Of feeling that she willingly allowed another man to touch her.

"(Y/n)........?" A voice called out. The female Romany not answering, just rubbing more soap on the cloth, before bringing it back to scrub at her skin.

"(Y/n)?" The voice said again. (Y/n) feeling two hands take hold of her shoulders, before she was turned around: coming face to face with Abby.

"What............?"

"The man touched me, Abby............"

"Where.....?" Aberama interrupted. The anger growing inside him; sure, that if this man had touched her anywhere he shouldn't, he would hunt him down and kill him before he had chance to die from (Y/n)'s little concoction.

"My hands, arms.......my neck........." (Y/n) looking at him as he began to chuckle.

"Its not funny, Abby. I can still feel him; smell him..........." The healer tried to explain. Aberama instead, pulling her in for a kiss; a kiss that he had wanted to give her all night.

"I have something better ta take ya mind off it, than a bit of soap and water......." He told her, as they finally moved apart. His hands slowly pushing the gown from her body; before he picked her up and carried her to the bed.