Arthur stopped dead in his tracks, the barrel of a gun pointed right at his head. (Y/n) having quickly moved to grab Alfie's gun from his desk draw, before coming to stand between the Londoner and her oldest brother.

"(Y/n), sweetheart........its me.......Arthur............." Arthur said, as he looked between his sister, the gun, and Alfie behind her.

"Yes, thank you Arthur. I might not have seen any of you in years, but I can still recognise my brothers when I see them. Now, may I suggest that you put down your gun.......because if you don't, this may become a very messy unexpected reunion. And please don't think that this is an empty threat; I can and will, use this. You would be surprised at what those prisons, that jokingly call themselves schools, that Tommy forced me to go to, actually teach young ladies these days. And I may not have seen war, but I have proved myself to be quite the markswoman........." (Y/n) replied, she still pointing the gun at Arthur, while he still pointed his own at the smiling man behind her.

"Ya wouldn't shoot me, (Y/n)......I know ya won't..........."

"You may be right, Arthur; but I will............" (Y/n) slowly moving the gun so that it was aimed at Tommy.

"........Shoot Tommy, for sending me away to those glorified, expensive hell holes; while Finn was allowed to stay with the family. While he was loved and cared for, and I was left out in the cold. The unwanted Shelby sibling, that Tommy couldn't get rid of quickly enough. So, you are going to put your gun down, and John is going to move his fingers away from his, then you are all going to leave...........Aren't you, Tommy...........?"

And there it was, proof that she was most definitely Tommy Shelby's sister. The look in her eyes as cold as the one that Thomas always sported himself. There not a tremble in her hand, as she aimed the gun at her older sibling. Alfie, Arthur and John just looking at one another, as the air in the room thickened with tension.

She had got beautiful over the years. The last time the family had seen her; she had still been a child; but now.......now she was most definitely a woman. Tommy feeling a sense of pride grow within him, as they looked at one another; her face, her eyes holding the same look as he himself was wearing. It obvious now that no matter where he had sent her, how much he had paid for the boarding schools to educate her to be a real lady, to be more than they were; you could never take the Shelby, the gypsy fire from her blood. And he could tell that she meant it; that if Arthur didn't lower his weapon, then he would be her target. A part of him not caring if she did shoot him; in the bleak midwinter crossing her mind, as she slowly pulled back the hammer of the revolver. But he would still like the chance to explain why he had done what he had done; why he had sent her away and kept her away. Especially now that, despite everything, despite his best efforts, she had still accidently fallen into their way of life, by being with Alfie.

"You heard her, Arthur. Put down tha gun.........."

"But, he was.............."

"I said, put it down............" Tommy countered. His eyes never leaving those of his sister, as Arthur reluctantly lowered his gun and pushed it back under his suit jacket. John moving his fingers from the grip of his own gun.

"Still the smart one, I see, Tommy. Still the one in control. You pull the strings, and everyone dances to your tune.......Well, I am not your puppet any longer, I will no longer dance. You can't get rid of me by sending me to another school.......I am free of you, and I am going to remain free........Now, get out............" (Y/n) warned. Tommy, holding up his hands as he saw her finger just touch the trigger.

"Anything you want, sweetheart............"

"But we came down here for her; ta find her. And that fucker had her all this time. He had his hands..........."

"Arthur.......we are leaving.........." Tommy interrupted. Ignoring his brother's protests. Arthur and John looking at one another again; looking at (Y/n) and Alfie, before reluctantly doing as they were told. The two walking out of the room, past a dumbstruck Ollie, who had seen everything from the still open doorway.

"(Y/n)........." Tommy continued, as he backed up towards the door.

"I know ya won't believe this........but what I did, sending ya away; it was all fa ya own good. So ya could have a better future and not get involved in tha life. I don't mind if ya hate me, but don't take it out on tha rest of tha family. They just did what I said. Arthur.....John......Polly......Finn......they want ya ta come home; they want ta see ya...........And, whatever Alfie told you, whatever he's made ya believe........well, ya smarter than that......." He added, before turning and following after Arthur and John. (Y/n) finally lowering the gun and placing it on the desk, as Ollie closed the door.

"You...........you knew all along who I was......didn't you? You knew from the moment I told you my last name, who I was, and you didn't say anything.........." (Y/n) growled, as she quickly turned to glare at Alfie.

"What were your plans, Alfie.........to use me against them......? You are just as bad as he is........no.....no......you are worse, because Tommy never bedded me. Never fucked me and told me that he loved me. Tommy never gave me hope. Never made me believe that someone cared and liked me for me. Whatever Thomas Shelby started; you have finished. You have broken my heart, and if I never see you or Tommy again, I might actually find some happiness in this stinking world........." (Y/n) almost screaming at Alfie as she finished her tirade. Slapping him across the face, before making her way to the door and throwing it open, ignoring Alfie's plea's as she stormed out of the office.