Trouble - Part 1 - Tommy x Reader

"Trouble..........."

"I can explain, Tommy............" She interjected, as she stood before Tommy's desk. As always answering to the moniker that he himself had given her when she was younger and ran around Small Heath with John, causing nothing but trouble. It having quickly becoming something that everyone in the Shelby family had taken to calling her, instead of her real name, (Y/n).

"The bloke wasn't where he was meant to be, so I had to improvise.....I had to go and find him. I know it was dangerous, but I got the job done........" She explained nervously. It not that she was afraid of the head of the family firm, unlike most people; in fact, she wasn't scared of any of them, they as much her family as if they were her own blood. It just that she hated to disappoint Tommy; for despite what most people might think and say about her and John, the truth was that there was nothing between them, and never had been, and that instead she had had a crush on the second oldest son of Arthur Shelby Snr, since she could remember; he the only boy she had loved, and even though he no longer smiled or laughed as much as he would before the war; even though the horrors he had seen had changed him, she still loved. The younger woman not blind to the turmoil that he tried his best to hide from the world; his eyes, whether he meant them to or not, always speaking volumes to her.

"Trouble........"

"Yes, Tommy.........." Her heart pounding a little quicker, as the corners of his lips pulled up into the slightest of smiles.

"Ya did good......because of you we now know what Henry is really up to. We probably wouldn't have known that if ya hadn't followed him......" Tommy told her, taking one last drag of his latest cigarette, before butting it out. (Y/n) unable to stop herself from smiling broadly, given she knew how rare real praise from him was.

"And now I need ya to do something else........" Tommy chuckling to himself as the beautiful young woman stood up straighter, as if standing to attention. The older man sure that if she had been born a boy, she would have made and excellent soldier; that it would have been an honour to command him. But as it was, she was instead one of the most beautiful women that he had ever seen; like a rare orchid that blooms despite the darkness and everything that had been set against it.

(Y/n) had always been a beautiful girl; even when just a babe, Tommy could remember how his own mother had cooed over her, telling (Y/n)'s father how lovely his little girl was. And until the day that his mother had taken her own life, she had been sort of a surrogate mother to the child that had lost her own the day that she was born. Yet it wasn't until she had bloomed into a woman that Tommy had realised that the affection that he had for her was more than familial. That his feelings for her, went beyond that; but as with everything else, the war had ruined things, and by the time he and the others had returned, he was no longer the man that he had been. Tommy not wanting to spoil her life and drag her down; but despite himself, he had not been able to stay away, and she had quickly become just as much a part of the family firm, as any other.

"There is a Christmas party that I need to attend tonight........I want you to go with me........."

"M.....me........? But......but......" (Y/n) quickly countered, sure that it would be better that Tommy take Pol. She never the kind to need to get all dressed up, her father never forcing her to wear dresses or do her hair; the former sargent in the Boer War, never really sure how to raise a little girl, though he had done the best he could. And it wasn't that (Y/n) didn't like the notion of being on Tommy's arm for the evening; the thought of everyone believing that she was his girl, as they danced, quite the most wonderful idea. But.........

"I need you Trouble. It has to be you. We are due to meet Henry there and I need you to point out any of the men that you saw him with........" Tommy explained, as he reached for another cigarette; (Y/n) seeing his point, understanding why it had to be her, rather than his aunt. The younger woman slowly nodding.

"Good girl......now get yourself home and we will be there ta pick you up at seven thirty....." Tommy continued. (Y/n) just nodding again, before making her way out of the office. Her shoulders suddenly dropping as she realised that unless Tommy wanted her to wear a suit, then she was going to have to do something; that she was going to need help, and a lot of it. There only one person that she could turn to..........

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"POL.......!" Polly almost jumping out of her skin, as (Y/n) raced into the kitchen.

"(Y/n)......what the............?"

"I need ya help, Pol.......Tommy says I need ta go ta this Christmas thing with him tonight, and I have nothing.....I don't know how.......I can't..........." (Y/n) tried to explain. Polly just chuckling, at the wide-eyed girl. The older woman knowing better than anyone that Albert, (Y/n)'s father, had done a wonderful job in raising a very intelligent and strong daughter; but as far as the finer things that really only a mother could teach a girl........(Y/n) had certainly been left wanting. Polly able to remember the day that (Y/n) and John had been out, and hadn't returned until the young girl had far less hair than she had had that morning. Both her and John laughing about the haircut he had given her. Polly sure that they had looked like one and the same, especially when they had both been covered head to toe in mud and God only knew what else.

"What time are ya going..........?"

"Tommy said that they would pick me up from my house at seven thirty, but I haven't............"

"Then we have some work to do......." Polly replied, placing her arm around (Y/n)'s shoulder before leading her upstairs. 

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