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"Right what d'ya mean he's missing?" Maeve asked, straddling Isiah's lap whilst she held the telephone. His hand rested at her sides, one arm behind his head.

Maeve took a drag of her cigarette before placing it between his lips. "And what exactly do you want me to do about it — you want me to find him? Tommy, i'm not being funny but i've only just gotten out of hospital!" She said in a high pitched voice. "So what if it was three days ago?"

Isiah grinned and slid his fingers underneath her shirt, keeping them at her waist. He drew circles with his fingers and she shot him a look of warning.

"Tommy can't you send someone else over? I'm awfully busy at the moment— it's none of your fucking business what i'm busy with Thomas! It's the fact that i'm busy." Maeve raised her voice. She closed her eyes and took a breath before slamming the phone down.

"And what was that about?" Isiah asked, handing her cigarette back to her. Maeve rolled her eyes and swung her leg over the bed to grab her shoes.

"Dad's gone missing, Tommy wants me to look for him. Apparently he didn't turn up to some meeting they had arranged with Micheal and all them." Maeve shrugged.

Isiah sat up and faced her, pulling her close whilst she was stood. Maeve placed her hands on his shoulders, standing between his legs. "Before you begin telling me how I promised to spend today with you, i can't help it. Tommy is being Tommy and if i don't go and find my dad— god knows what he'll do."

Isiah groaned and threw his head back. She stifled a laugh and leaned down, her hands draped around the back of his neck whilst she kissed him lightly.

"I have to go." She said seriously.

"You'll come back?" Isiah suggested with a grin on his face. Maeve scoffed. "Who d'ya think I am — a whore from the brothel? Of course i'll bloody come back." She said, pushing away from him jokingly to take her coat.

Isiah followed her down the stairs and made sure she was safely outside before going back to his bedroom.

Maeve's heels clacked along the cobble as she ran fingers through her hair. She knew where he'd be. Him and Tommy had recently recruited new men to work in the factories. That's where he'd be.

Either beating the shit out of someone or passed out in a pile of coal.

It didn't take long for her to get to the factory. Eyes turned to her when the sound of her heels echoed. "Keep working, gentlemen." She sighed, keeping her head forward. "Don't let me distract you."

"You can't be in 'ere." One said, putting his shovel down.

"I think you'll find i can be in here. Pick ya shovel back up." Maeve corrected him. She heard his angry mutters and stopped, turning around and walking back toward him. "I also think you'll find that my name is Shelby."

His face dropped and he turned away to get his shovel.

"Thanks for your service," she retorted, continuing on her way to the downstairs.

Maeve came to an abrupt stop at the sound of metal hitting the floor. "What's this, a party?" She heard Arthur shout. "Eh, fuck off out of it!" He demanded.

She slowed down and stood against the wall. When she looked round the corner, someone had thrown red paint all over him. At first she was going to laugh but something stopped her.

"See, i wasn't gonna hit you.." Arthur began. Maeve reached down to grab something at her feet. "But that wasn't fucking nice." Arthur pointed at him, lunging forward and attacking him.

Maeve let it happen, waiting until her moment. She watched her dad pick up a tool and walk to the man.

"No— Mr Shelby, please!" The man held a hand up, begging. Arthur kept walking. "Don't fucking move," he whispered.

The man cowered on the floor and Arthur just kicked him, somewhat sparing him. She watched the man flee.

"Fuck you and your fucking revolution!" Arthur shouted.

Maeve lowered whatever it was in her hand— a hammer it seemed like.

"I'm a fucking mess." Arthur muttered as he began walking back toward where she was stood.

Maeve placed a hand on her chest and took a deep breath, leaning fully on the wall. More footsteps were heard and her eyes widened, peeking around the corner once more.

She could see two shadows and Arthur walking slowly. "Fuck." Maeve whispered, seeing guns.

Shots fired and Arthur began running. Maeve took a deep breath and went up a few steps, the last of Arthur she seen was his feet before pulling himself up into somewhere.

He didn't know she was there.

She held the hammer close to her chest and slowly walked around the corner, none of the men to be seen. She grinned when she saw the hat of one of them behind a wall.

Maeve walked forward slowly, waiting until she was close enough before making her presence known by walking hard on the concrete. The man spun and she swung the hammer, hitting him in the side of the head. "Goodnight," she blew her hair away from her face.

Maeve kneeled and took his gun from the floor, cocking it and walking slowly back toward the other way.

Maeve was met with the back of someone else and she raised the gun at the same time he did, knowing exactly who he was looking at.

Two shots fired at the same time. Hers first, then Arthur's which bounced off something and caused her to duck. "Jesus christ, Maeve— where there bloody hell did you come from?" Arthur panted.

"No, 'thank you, Maeve, for helping me?' Thanks dad." She huffed. Both their eyes diverted to the man on the floor who Maeve had previously hit, he was crawling across the floor.

"Where are you going, eh? Come here." Arthur dragged him by his coat. "Fucking hit man, are ya? Eh? Is that what you are— Arthur Shelby had to see you off. What about, what about Maeve Shelby?" Arthur asked angrily, dunking the man's head in the red paint. "My daughter who you almost fucking killed. Or John Shelby, eh?"

Maeve didn't want to stop Arthur from drowning the man in paint. She just watched. She watched as he pulled him out after killing him, breathing heavily. Arthur dropped him to the floor and slid down the wall.

Maeve rolled her eyes and made her way to him. She grabbed the man and, with struggle, dragged the body over to the hot coal fire. "Fucking help me then." She demanded.

Arthur looked over and squinted. He struggled to his feet and helped her lift the body onto the flames. "Luca Changretta is going to need more than hit men and bullets." She whispered.

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Maeve took out a cigarette and lit it once her and Arthur got into the betting den. He stormed off to his old office and she shrugged. "Afternoon," she greeted everyone there.

"Afternoon." John leaned back in his chair, yawning.

"Anyone seen Arthur?" Tommy's voice bounced off the walls as he walked in. Maeve looked over instantly and pushed herself from the wall. "Anyone seen Arthur, eh?"

"In the office, Tom!" Scudboat informed him.

As he brushed past Maeve, she grabbed the back of his coat and pulled him back, catching him by surprise. Tommy just looked at her hand, then at her, then her hand again. He was baffled at the fact she had dragged him.

"What do you—"

"Before you go in there, Thomas." She began, blowing smoke out into the air. "Before you go in there you need to understand the severity of the situation."

Tommy took a deep breath. "Oh i understand the severity, Maeve. He didn't turn up to our fucking meeting," he pointed.

Maeve raised her eyebrows. "Watch your tone. Count to ten or something— just don't fucking talk to me like that because it ain't me who's done anything wrong." Maeve pressed a finger into his chest. "Now go and have a little conversation with your brother and try not set your head on fire." She smiled sarcastically.

He scoffed. "Please, when have you ever cared for being calm?" He asked, walking to the office.

John sat with his mouth parted and Maeve looked to him. "What?" She asked. John stared at her in awe. "I cannot believe that Tommy just let you speak to him like that. And i cannot believe you just spoke to him like that. Who are you and what've you done with my niece?" He asked.

Maeve just looked at him with confusion and he peered over the table.

"New heels— the only girl in Birmingham with shoes as fancy as that. Oh and the new coat? Your hair is curled. What's gotten into you?"

She laughed. "I'm not a child anymore, John. I suppose it hit me that if im a Shelby, i need to be able to walk down the road and have people take one look at me and go yeah, that's a Shelby alright."

John didn't laugh because he found what she was saying to make complete sense. And he hated that it made sense.

"I don't think people need to see shoes and a nice coat to know you're a Shelby. All they need is to hear you're fucking my attitude and how loud you bloody speak— and the fact you're ginger." John scoffed.

Maeve tilted her head. "Ginger? Are you discriminating against my hair colour— i'll have you know that-"

"No, no i'm not fucking discriminating." John stopped her through frustration, "your dad was ginger as a fucking kid."

She let out a slight breath of understanding and sat on a chair.

"If you're not going to show up to a family meeting, you let someone know." Tommy began speaking to Arthur. "I thought you were dead. There's fifteen fucking Italians out there." He fumed.

"There is not," Arthur said, "there's thirteen." He corrected. "Me and Maeve just killed two of them. Ripped out their hearts and burnt their bones to ash." He raised a whiskey glass to his lips.

"We did it." He aggressively shoved the table away and stood, "Me and Maeve. Your brother and niece. Not fucking Aberama Gold or his punch drunk son but me and her! Even if you don't trust me no more."

"Arthur what the fuck are you talking about? Arthur!"

"I got cleaned up at Ada's. She told me that you took a vote in mine and Maeve's absence." Arthur informed him.

"Alright, calm down and tell me about the men you killed-"

"You put my job out for contract." Arthur got closer, "yeah but i'm gonna make it my fucking job anyway. Because this was all my fault. It was me who shot Vincent Changretta-"

Tommy stopped him with a frown. "That was Maeve, Arthur. What're you talking about? And she did it out of fucking mercy."

"Yeah and she almost died. Again. That happened because we let her kill him. And i'm gonna make it right. How many times until it's not almost? How many times until she is dead?" Arthur whispered.

"Arthur wait."

Arthur stopped at the door. "How did the men get into the factory? I need to know." He said. Arthur sighed. "Through the back fucking door. That was supposed to be locked and bolted. Some bastard gave me up. Somebody with keys. Why don't you sit down and work it out for yourself? Take a fucking vote."

Maeve looked up when Arthur slammed the door after leaving. "Seems like that went well." She snorted.

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not proof read

if anyone is confused. The last chapter ended with the scene in episode 3, season 4 where Arthur shoots the bullet. What happens in this chapter does indeed happen earlier in that episode but i decided to write it differently.

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