Alfie sat at his desk, staring at the office door, waiting for the man from Birmingham to arrive. Tommy had said very little after telling him that he needed his help finding his sister, other than revealing, after Alfie had made a joke about the sister that had married the Bolshevik, that the Shelbys did in fact have a younger sister who was missing. Tommy continuing by saying that he would be coming down to London the next day, so that they could discuss things properly; Alfie just happy that that had given him time to give (Y/n) something else to do. And even though the errands he had sent her on, were something and nothing, at least she would not be there when her brother arrived. Though he did have to admit that not having her there, did make it feel as though something was missing. The Londoner not having realised how much a part of his day (Y/n) Shelby had become, until she was not coming in and out of his office, doing all the things that he had asked her to do. Though he was sure that the men that worked for him, would be happy of the respite from his ire for the day; the baker already having made an example of a couple of men, in his own inimitable style, when he had caught them ogling, or whispering something less than gentlemanly about her. New orders going around, that if (Y/n) were to step onto the main floor, then they were not to speak to her, unless spoken to first; and woe betide any man that thought he could cop a feel. The only man not fearing for his life.......or at least his teeth when the newest employee of the baker was around, being Ollie. Though given how Alfie had caught him looking at (Y/n) over the past few weeks, that might have to change.
"Alfie..........." The sound of his name bringing him back from his thoughts. The Londoner taking his glasses and bringing them up to his face, as Ollie stood at the just open door, his head poking in the office.
"What.......?"
"It.......its Tommy Shelby.........."
"Of course it is.....well, show him in, shown him in. Don't want ta look fuckin rude do we by leavin him out there............come on......." Alfie replied, sitting back in his chair as Ollie opened the door fully and move to the side. A small smile pulling at the Londoners lips as Tommy made his way in.
"Ah, Thomas........" Alfie began, before looking at Ollie.
"Didn't bend down ta tie his fuckin shoelaces did he, this time.......?" He queried, noticing Tommy smirk slightly.
"N.....no Alfie.........."
"Well, that's alright then innit.....so now ya can fuck off, can't ya. Go find something better ta do.........." The gangster continued. Ollie nodding as Alfie shooed him away, before closing the door. The Londoner sniffing then turning his attention to Tommy.
"So, Thomas.......tell me more about this sista.........."
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(Y/n) held up the small bag of grapes to Amos. The bearded man, dressed in black, just shaking his head, as they made their way through Spitalfields Market. It was fine having Amos with her, as they had made their way around town; but he never spoke to her, so she had to admit that even though it was nice being out, it was making the day a little boring. The young Shelby wishing that Alfie had sent Ollie with her too; she coming to quite like the slender man since she had started working in the bakery. And he was really the only one, other than Alfie, who spoke to her; (Y/n) sure that she could have talked him into joining her at a nice little coffee shop, where she could have treated the poor man to some cakes. But as it was, it was just her and Amos, (Y/n) stopping, as she looked at the laundry list of things that Alfie had given her to get, most of which she had already ticked off. A smile coming to her lips, before absentmindedly turning her attention to the bustling market.
Ollie had let it slip a few days ago, that Alfie's birthday was coming up; so, seeing that she was out anyway, she might as well make a little detour and find the big man something nice. The notion of a new cane springing to mind; a cane that truly suited him better than the plain one that he usually used because of his sciatica. Amos seeming slightly taken aback, as she suddenly turned to look at him.
"I need you to take me to Mayfair, Amos........" She told him, putting the bag of grapes on the top of one of the already very full wicker baskets that he was carrying; before she quickly made her way back to where they had left the car.
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Alfie looked at the picture that Tommy had given him of (Y/n). The photo, which he was sure had been taken while she was at her last school, didn't do her justice. The Londoner not really hearing anything that Tommy was saying, as his thoughts drifted to her; Alfie hoping that Amos was looking after her, because if he wasn't, there would be fucking hell to pay.
Before he had given Alfie the picture, Tommy had begun telling him about (Y/n); well, Tommy had told him as much as he wanted him to know. Leaving out the fact that communication between the family and the younger female Shelby, had been non-existent; that (Y/n) had hated being at the boarding schools she had been sent to. That for so long she had thought there was something wrong with her, and that was why Tommy had sent her away; that the family hated her. A part of the Londoner wanting to inform Tommy that he had no fucking idea what he was talking about, when he spoke of (Y/n). That he had come to know her better in the months that she had worked and lived with him, than her family ever could. That she was the smartest, sassiest, most beautiful.........the realisation suddenly hitting him like wrecking ball.....his desire for her not just down to the lust that she instilled in him; but because he loved her. He, Alfie Solomons had fallen in love with a fucking Shelby. A part of him internally groaning, at him doing something so bloody stupid; but the bigger part.......the bigger part of him couldn't help but smile. This new knowledge making him more determined than ever, to not let Tommy or any of the family know where (Y/n) was.
"Alfie..........?" Tommy said. Alfie smoothing down his beard, as he realised that the brummy had stopped talking. The Londoner dropping the picture onto the desk.
"Yeah, well, I'll ask around and get my blokes ta keep an eye out fa her.......though it'll fuckin cost ya, won't it.........." Alfie replied, as he reached into his desk draw, pulling out a bottle and two glasses. Filling them both up, before pushing one towards Tommy.
"I wouldn't expect anything less, Alfie.........."
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