WALKING OUT OF THE BOOTH, THE SHELBY'S AND BELA WERE PRESENTED with two men standing either side of Billy Kimber, guns out, trying to scare the people in the pub, but Bela and the Shelby's were better than that, a brave face was able to scare a man more than a gun.

"Harry, get these men a drink." He called out, signaling to the men stood before him. "Everyone else, go home!" Each person in the pub left, except for the Shelby's, Bela and Kimber. The two men standing either side of Kimber stared at Bela, eyebrows raised that she had not left with everyone else, but whatever was the Shelby's business, was Bela's business and she knew that not Billy Kimber or other men were going to change that.

Sitting down at one of the tables, lighting a cigarette each, Grace came over setting down a tray of drinks. "You go home," Tommy said to Grace as she cut in.

"But Mr. Fenton said -" once again, Tommy told her to leave, which she reluctantly this time did.

Billy Kimber now decided to speak up, looking at both Bela and Grace, "what about you darling?" He said, staring at Bela slyly. "Why don't you hop off home? I mean, I've never approved of women in pubs, but when you both look like that.."

"Why don't you shut your mouth Kimber and tell us why you're here." Bela shut him down immediately, not wanting to listen to his comments.

Tommy huffed, tired of Kimber being there already. "She's here because she's with us, you touch a hair on her head it won't be us that'll blind ya, it'll be her. You said you wanted men called Shelby, you've got three of them, so what do you want Kimber?"

"I'd like to see her try," Kimber laughed, along with the two men standing behind him. Bela tightened her fists on the arms of her chair, hands turning white enough that even John had to nudge her, shaking his head, warning her not to do anything stupid. Kimber then turned his attention back on Tommy, "right well, I'd never heard of you. Then I did hear of you. Some diddcoy razor gang, so I thought to my "so what?" But then you fuck me over, so now you have my undivided attention."

Bela rolled her eyes, muttering to herself, "How wonderful."

"By the way, which one am I talking to? Who's the boss? Not the woman obviously," He told then, as she furrowed her eyes. She may not have been the boss, but she sure as hell wouldn't be put down by an idiot like Kimber. "Think yourself lucky i'm not the boss Mr. Kimber, or else, the outcome of this meeting may have been a lot worse." She told him, taking a drag of her cigarette.

Kimber looked at Bela, scoffing, turning his head to the boys. "Who the fuck is she anyway,"

"Bela Ren, now shall we get back to why you're here Kimber?" Bela told him, not wanting to speak to him for much longer. She turned to the other boys, waiting for them to answer Kimber's question.

Arthur turned to Tommy, before turning back to look at Billy Kimber. "Well, i'm the oldest." Arthur told him, as Kimber just laughed, "Well clearly."

Bela raised an eyebrow, knowing that the comment would not go down well if she wasn't going to say something, she knew for sure John would.

"You laughing at my brother?" John asked, sending a threatening look to Kimber who just shook his head. "Right, you're the oldest." He pointed to Arthur, "you're the thickest," He pointed to John. "You're the woman who looks like she wants to fucking murder me," he turned to Bela, a slightly scared look on his face as she folded her arms, glaring at him, warning him to watch what he said.

"I'm told the boss is called Tommy and i'm guessing that's you," he pointed to Tommy. "'cause you're looking me up and down like i'm a fucking tart."

Bela snorted quietly, as Tommy just shrugged. "I want to know what you want," He told him, his face still straight, showing no emotion.

The man sat beside, looking slightly more sophisticated than all the rest, not exactly someone you would expect to see around Small Heath spoke up. "There were suspicious betting patterns at Kempton Park. A horse called Monaghan Boy, he won by a length twice and then finished last, with £3,000 bet on him."

"Which one of you am I talking to? Which is the boss?" Tommy asked them sarcastically, repeating what Billy Kimber had asked earlier. The man answered back quickly, "I am Mr. Kimber's adviser and accountant."

It was then Kimber stood up, almost so dramatically that Bela found it quite hilarious that she chuckled beneath her breath. "And I am the fucking boss, okay, right, end of parley." He pointed to the four in front of him,

"You lot fixed a race without my permission. You fucking gypsy scum. What, live off the war pensions of these poor Garrison Lane widows." He shouted, trying to stand his ground, but the four sat in front of him didn't move an inch.

He carried on, "I am Billy Kimber, I run the races! And you fixed one of them, so now i'm going to have you shot against a post." He told them, sneering at them before turning around, ready to leave. But Tommy stood up, as Bela and the two other boys prepared themselves for whatever was about to happen next.

"Mr. Kimber," the men behind Kimber got their guns ready as Bela held her own beneath her chair as Arthur and John put their hand close to their pockets, bracing themselves. Tommy then threw something to Kimber, who immediately caught it. "Look at it," he told the man, Bela made it out to be a bullet.

"It has my name on it, it's from the Lee family. You're also at war with the Lee family, Mr. Kimber, am I right?" Tommy asked him, as Bela raised her eyebrow, questioning where Tommy was going with what he was saying.

Tommy carried on, "The Lees are attacking your bookies and taking your money. Your men can't control them, so you need help." Kimber's accounted looked to his boss, nodding to him, almost telling him that Tommy was worth listening to.

"The Lees are doing a lot of talking at the fairs, they have a lot of kin. They're saying the race tracks are easy meat because the police are busy with the strikes." Now Bela knew this was true, everyone did, the police had taken over trying to stop the strike rather than focusing their attention elsewhere, meaning all other crime was more than likely to take place in this time. "Now, we have connections, we know how they operate. You have muscle," he signaled to the men standing beside him. "Together, we can beat them. Divided, maybe not."

Tommy folded his arms over, smirking at the man. Bela knew what he was doing, he was trying to win over Kimber, wanting to praise him, make it seem like they could work together to keep things peaceful, but Bela realized it was all apart of Tommy's plan. "I admire you, Mr. Kimber, you started with nothing, and built a legitimate business. It would be an honour to work with you, Mr. Kimber."

Kimber looked slightly shocked, looking at the four in front of him, before turning his attention back to Tommy. "Nobody works with me, people work for me." He told him, lifting his chin to assert some sort of power. He then threw something at the floor, "you or the girl pick it up, I'd much rather the girl so I could see her behind, but either will do." He smirked at Bela, who was trying her hardest not to get up and break the man's neck, but she wouldn't stand down to his level, that's what he wanted, so he would have a reason to start a war.

Tommy looked at Bela, signaling that he would pick it up, so she wouldn't have to. He starting bending down when John stood up, "Sit, sit down." He pointed to John, as Bela put a hand on his arm, try to calm him down as he sat back down in his seat slowly. Tommy picked it up, a coin placed in his hand.

"It's for your ceiling," Kimber smirked at Tommy, who just smiled back sarcastically. "Thank you, Mr. Kimber."

Kimber and his men turned and left, Bela rose from her seat. "I need another fucking drink," she muttered, grabbing a bottle of whiskey from the shelf and Arthur slammed down his drink, staring at his brother.

"So you picked a fight with the Lee's on purpose?" He asked, referring to the fight that the boys had had before going to the fair on the day that the inspector had terrorized the town. "Tommy, we can't mess with Billy fucking Kimber."

Tommy grabbed the bottle of whiskey from Bela's hand, turning to the three. "Get yourself a decent haircut men and Bela grab your heels, we're going to the faces."

Bela stood behind Arthur and John, throwing her arms across their shoulders, "let's go and have some fun boys." She told them, smiling at Tommy who smirked right back at her.