Alfie quickly made his way into the pits, holding out his hand to aid (Y/n) in climbing out of the car.

"Well, what do ya think.........?" The man from Camden Town enquired, as she pulled off her goggles and leather crash helmet.

"Not bad. A couple of little tweaks, and he's running a little rich; but that is an easy fix. A little bit of tinkering and a few more runs and we should have the old Hudson purring like a pussy cat." She replied, looking to the Shelbys as they caught up with Alfie.

"So, how did I do? Are you all impressed, or do you still think to be able to drive, you need to have been born with a gear stick between your legs?" (Y/n) asked, as she leant against the automobile. Catching the stopwatch that Arthur threw at her; a broad smile coming to her lips as she looked at the time, before she threw it back to the oldest of the Shelby boys.

"Not bad. I admit that I could have gone a little quicker; but once your mechanic and I have made a few changes, that will get better. Now, as the racing season doesn't start for another few months, I suggest that you have the old boy sent up to my humble little home in the Cotswolds. I have an excellent workshop up there, even if I do say so myself, and you won't have to pay for any extra fees, that way. That is if you want me to drive for you. Now, as I have an appointment for lunch, I think I should get the bird back home. And it will give you some time to have a think about whether I am the one for you. But if you are interested, Alfie knows where I live; and as I am having a little get together for a few people this Saturday, if you would like to look around my workshop before you decide properly; you are all invited up." She continued, before turning her attention back to Alfie and kissing him on the cheek.

"And that goes for you too, Alfred, you rogue." (Y/n) turning and heading out of the pits.

"Oh, don't worry about having to find somewhere to lay your heads; plenty of room at chez moi. Hope to see you all then............" Alfie chuckling as she disappeared.

"How well do you two know one another, really? She called you Mister Solomons when she got out of the plane, and now its Alfred you rogue. What's goin on......?" Tommy asked, sure from the look on Athur's face in particular, he was thinking the same thing.

"I met her father during the war. Germans knocked his plane outta tha sky not far from our trenches. As he was a big deal, we got sent out ta find him. By some fuckin miracle, I found him still in what was left of his plane with only a broken leg and a few cuts and bruises. We brought him back ta where we were, and he and I got ta talkin while we waited on an ambulance ta get him. Only bloke I met of his sort, that didn't look down his fuckin nose at me like I was shit on his shoe.............."

"His sort.......? What sort........?" John interrupted, pulling the toothpick from between his teeth, suddenly getting involved in the conversation. Alfie taking the glasses from his nose and pulling out a cloth from his pocket to clean them. Tommy quite surprised when the Londoner continued to explain. The man from Birmingham more used to Alfie keeping such things to himself.

"Well, he wasn't gentry, but he had money, lots of money which he made from a number of businesses and stocks and shares; and that got him a place in the big wigs inner circle. Not that most of them liked it; but there was nothing they could do. And he was a stubborn bastard, liked ta see them that thought they were better than everyone else, squirm. I met up with him few times after the war, that's how I met (Y/n); he offered me some money fa, as he put it, savin his life; it gave my business a boost. After his death, everythin went ta (Y/n), as his only child. So, when she said her humble little home in tha Cotswolds, what she actually meant was some fuckin great estate in tha countryside. Her father bought it after tha war and converted tha stables into a full-on workshop fa her. Even had a landin strip made out tha back so he and (Y/n) could go flying whenever they wanted. So, as far as I am concerned, (Y/n) is perfect ta drive tha car; I wouldn't have asked her down here if I didn't think she was right. That, and ya won't get much better publicity than havin a woman drivin." Alfie explained, as he finally finished cleaning his glasses. Arthur and John looking over to their brother who had been listening to the Jewish gangster all this time. Tommy pulling the silver case from his inside jacket pocket and taking out a cigarette.

"Well........." The head of the family firm began, as he put the cigarette between his lips, but did not light it.

"I think we should go and see what else Miss (Y/n) is capable of, in her humble little home in the Cotswolds." Tommy continued. Alfie smiling and letting out a snort of amusement, as he made his way over to the brummy and patted him on the shoulder, before the two made their way outside, so that Tommy could find somewhere to smoke without blowing all of them, sky high. Arthur and John just looking at one another; Arthur just shaking his head, before the pair went to join their brother and the Londoner.