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Godfather System C125 Meeting the Shelby again
🕑 Added 2024-07-29 14:59:32 +0000 UTCAfter clearing customs and exiting London Airport, Lorenzo and his men made their way to the nearby village of Harlington.
The quaint English countryside was a stark contrast to the urban sprawl of Los Angeles they were accustomed to.
"Let's take a breather, gentlemen," Lorenzo suggested, spotting a small, inviting café on the corner of a cobblestone street. "We could use some coffee before the next leg of our journey."
They entered the café, the bell above the door announcing their arrival. The smell of freshly brewed tea and coffee mingled with the aroma of baked goods. Lorenzo ordered espressos for himself and his men, savoring the rich flavor as he observed the locals, their accents and mannerisms so different from what he was used to.
After their brief respite, they headed to the nearby Harlington Bridge railway station. Lorenzo had arranged for first-class tickets on the London Midland and Scottish Railway, which would take them directly to Birmingham New Street station.
As they settled into their comfortable compartment, the train lurched forward, beginning its journey northward. Lorenzo gazed out the window, watching as the outskirts of London gave way to the rolling hills and farmlands of the English countryside.
"It's about a two-hour journey to Birmingham," Lorenzo informed his men, his eyes never leaving the passing landscape. "Get some rest if you can. We'll need to be sharp when we arrive."
As the train rumbled on towards Birmingham, Lorenzo's mind raced with anticipation.
***
Meanwhile, in the heart of Small Heath, Birmingham, the Peaky Blinders were immersed in their daily operations. The Shelby Company Limited offices buzzed with activity, a facade of legitimacy covering their more illicit dealings.
Thomas Shelby sat behind his imposing desk, poring over ledgers and reports. His icy blue eyes scanned the numbers, tracking the flow of money through their various enterprises - legal and otherwise. Occasionally, he'd pause to take a drag from his ever-present cigarette, the smoke curling around him like a protective shroud.
In the betting shop below, Arthur oversaw the day's races, his booming voice carrying over the clamor of punters placing their bets. The constant chatter of the ticker tape provided a rhythmic backdrop to the controlled chaos.
John was out on the streets with some of the younger Blinders, collecting protection money from local businesses. His cocky grin and quick temper served as both charm and threat, depending on the situation.
Polly moved between the office and the shop, her sharp eyes missing nothing. She mediated disputes, offered advice, and kept the family's various interests running smoothly.
Ada, still bristling from her confrontation with Thomas, had thrown herself into her work.
***
As Lorenzo and his men stepped off the train at Birmingham New Street station, they were immediately struck by the stark contrast to the gleaming modernity of Los Angeles. The air was thick with coal smoke, and the streets bustled with workers in flat caps and factory girls in simple dresses.
Adam wrinkled his nose, taking in the industrial grime and narrow streets. "Boss, this place looks like it's stuck in the last century," he muttered.
Leo nodded in agreement, his eyes darting warily around the unfamiliar surroundings.
Lorenzo, however, smiled serenely, his hands tucked into the pockets of his immaculate suit. "Gentlemen, appearances can be deceiving. This city has more power and potential than you might think."
He spotted a group of street urchins playing marbles in a nearby alley. Approaching them with a friendly smile, Lorenzo crouched down to their level.
"Hello there, lads. I wonder if you might help me. I'm looking for The Garrison pub. Do you know where I might find it?"
The boys exchanged glances, clearly sizing up the well-dressed stranger. One of them, a freckle-faced boy with a cheeky grin, piped up. "The Garrison? That's Shelby territory, that is. What business you got there, mister?"
Lorenzo's smile widened. "Just looking to have a friendly chat with a friend. Think you could point me in the right direction?"
The boys huddled together, whispering furiously. Finally, the freckled boy turned back to Lorenzo. "Five shillings, and we'll take you there ourselves."
Lorenzo chuckled, pulling out the requested sum. "Lead on, then."
Lorenzo knew the children were overcharging them, taking advantage of their foreign status, but he didn't mind. He saw it as part of the local color. However, Adam and Leo glared at the kids with dangerous glints in their eyes, clearly unappreciative of the perceived slight.
As they arrived at The Garrison, Lorenzo and his men entered the pub. They settled at a table, and Lorenzo's gaze fell on Harry Fenton, the bartender known for his loyalty to the Shelbys.
Harry approached their table, eyeing the well-dressed strangers warily. "What'll it be, gents?"
Lorenzo smiled charmingly. "Actually, we're here to see the Shelbys."
Harry's eyebrows shot up, his posture stiffening. "If you're looking for trouble, I suggest you turn around and leave now. This isn't a place for outsiders to cause problems."
Lorenzo's smile never wavered. "No trouble, I assure you. In fact, if Arthur or John were to see me, they'd be quite... excited. I'd wager even Thomas would come running."
Harry's eyes narrowed in doubt. "Is that so? And who might you be to make such claims?"
"Tell them Lorenzo Lupo is here," Lorenzo replied, his voice carrying a hint of amusement. "The Wolf has come to visit his old friends."
Harry hesitated, clearly torn between his duty to protect the Shelbys and his curiosity about this confident stranger. Finally, he nodded curtly. "Wait here. I'll see if Mr. Shelby is available."
As Harry disappeared into the back room, Lorenzo leaned back in his chair, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips.
Harry emerged from the back room, followed closely by Arthur Shelby. Arthur's face was a mixture of skepticism and annoyance, clearly expecting to confront some impostor.
Lorenzo sat with his back to the door, engaged in quiet conversation with Adam and Leo. Arthur strode forward, his hand reaching out to grasp Lorenzo's shoulder roughly.
"Alright, you bloody faker," Arthur began, his voice gruff with irritation. "Who the hell do you think you—"
His words died in his throat as Lorenzo turned, revealing his face. Arthur's eyes widened in shock, his hand falling away as if burned.
"Hello, Arthur," Lorenzo said smoothly, a pleased smile spreading across his face. "It's been a while, hasn't it?"
Arthur stood frozen, his mouth opening and closing wordlessly. The cocky bravado he'd entered with had evaporated instantly.
"L-Lorenzo?" Arthur finally managed to stammer. "What the fuck are you doing here?"
Harry, watching from behind the bar, looked between Arthur and Lorenzo with growing astonishment. The realization that this well-dressed American was indeed who he claimed to be — and someone important enough to shake even Arthur Shelby — was clearly sinking in.
Lorenzo stood, straightening his impeccable suit. "I thought it was time for a face-to-face chat. Your brother Thomas and I have some business to discuss."
Arthur's shock was slowly being replaced by a mix of wariness and grudging respect. "Tommy knows you're here?"
"Not yet," Lorenzo replied, his smile never wavering. "I thought I'd surprise him. For old times' sake."
The atmosphere in The Garrison had shifted palpably. The few patrons present were watching the exchange with keen interest, sensing that something significant was unfolding.
Arthur ran a hand through his hair, clearly trying to process this unexpected turn of events. "Right," he said finally. "I suppose we'd better go see Tommy then."
Lorenzo settled back into his chair, taking a leisurely sip of his drink. "Arthur, be a good host and call John and Thomas, would you? I'd like to meet them here at the pub."
Arthur's face flushed red with indignation. He glanced around at the patrons and Harry, acutely aware of how this interaction was being perceived. "Now listen here, Lupo," he growled, leaning in close. "You might be a big shot in Los Angeles, but this is our territory. You don't get to come in here and start giving orders."
Lorenzo chuckled, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Come now, Arthur. We're guests of the Shelbys, aren't we? Shouldn't we be treated like kings?"
Adam and Leo exchanged glances, chuckling at their boss's audacity.
Arthur's jaw clenched, his hands balling into fists. For a moment, it seemed he might explode with rage. Instead, he slammed his palm on the table, causing glasses to rattle, and stormed out of the pub without another word.
The patrons and Harry watched in stunned silence. It was rare to see the hot-headed Arthur Shelby back down from anyone, let alone obey an order from an outsider.
Harry, realizing the gravity of the situation, approached the table cautiously. "Can I get you gentlemen anything else?" he asked, his tone noticeably more respectful.
Lorenzo smiled graciously. "Whiskey, your finest. And keep it coming."
As Harry hurried to fulfill the order, he couldn't help but note the stark contrast between Lorenzo's earlier claim that Arthur would be 'excited' to see him and the reality of Arthur's barely contained resentment and anger. Arthur's emotions were clearly stirred by the presence of this American.
***
A while later, the door to The Garrison swung open with a bang. Polly strode in first, her eyes sharp and assessing. John followed, his hand instinctively reaching for the razor sewn into his cap. Arthur shuffled in behind them, his earlier anger now tempered with a grudging respect. Finally, Thomas entered, his face an unreadable mask.
The pub fell silent as the Shelby clan faced Lorenzo and his men.
Thomas's piercing blue eyes locked onto Lorenzo, a flicker of surprise quickly masked by his usual stoic demeanor. John's eyes wide open, clearly stunned to see the American sitting so casually in their territory.
"Lorenzo Lupo," Thomas said, his voice calm but carrying an undercurrent of tension. "You're a long way from Los Angeles."
Lorenzo stood, smoothing down his impeccable suit. "Thomas Shelby," he replied with a smile. "I thought it was time we had a proper face-to-face chat."
John found his voice, a mix of awe and wariness in his tone. "Bloody hell, you've got some brass ones, coming here like this."
Polly's eyes darted between Lorenzo and Thomas, her keen mind already working to understand the dynamics at play.
Thomas stepped forward, extending his hand. "Welcome to Small Heath, Mr. Lupo. I trust your journey was pleasant?"
As Lorenzo grasped Thomas's hand, the tension in the room was palpable.
Comments
Banana19
I’ll read that. What’s it about?
Illuminati
😅 Maybe you can read my new novel for now. I'll update this novel tomorrow.
Ok Ko
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Banana19
Could you please upload the second the next chapter? If possible. It kinda leaves sore taste when the introductions are left halfway 😭.
Tolu Awosanya
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