It was dark, pitch black almost, and the brunette's mind felt numb having spent so much time in isolation. Where the hell was she?

Rope burning against her wrists as she struggled, Eileen found herself wanting to give up. She should have known that she would never be able to escape the world of the Peaky Blinders - Tommy's demons would always find their way back to her. Letting out a frustrated sigh, the girl slouched back against the chair. Thomas fucking Shelby - What mess had he gotten himself into now?

Blinding light suddenly filled the room and Eileen flinched away as her eyes adjusted to the quick change. Though disorientated, she could just about make out the silhouette of a figure stood in the doorway. She didn't recognise the man but she recognised the one beside him - he had been the one to press the gun to her back. During her time in Birmingham, Eileen had always felt safe knowing that Tommy was by her side. Now, she felt totally vulnerable.

"Mrs Shelby."

The man that she didn't recognise stepped further into the room, giving her a chance to fully take in his appearance. He was a well dressed man and gave off an overwhelming sense of arrogance - Eileen was able to fill in the blanks of her mystery companion.

"Mr Kimber." She acknowledged, "It's Campbell not Shelby."

The man seemed to smirk at the comment and took a step closer, waiting whilst his assistance hastily moved to grab a second chair and place it opposite Eileen.

Kimber laughed before replying, "I wouldn't want to be associated with that filthy gypsy name either."

Taking in the man's expression, Eileen found herself feeling unnerved. The sickening smile, beady little eyes - her stomach turned at the sight. Trying to keep her displeasure hidden, the brunette countered. "What do you want, Mr Kimber?"

Leaning back in his chair, Billy Kimber's arms folded across his chest. Seeing the girl helpless, alone, vulnerable - it filled him with glee.

"Respect." He replied, resting his elbows on his knees as he leant forwards towards Eileen. "I just want some respect from that fucking gypsy gangster of yours."

His eyes were cold and not the same kind of cold as in Tommy's eyes. When she looked to Billy Kimber, all Eileen could see was evil.

"Respect is something that has to be earned," Eileen answered, voice strong even though her mind was not.

The words seemed to amuse Kimber and he slowly got to his feet, a gesture that Eileen immediately knew was a bad sign. Creeping towards the girl, he began to circle her chair, fingers brushing over her collarbone as he did so.

"Mr Shelby did well for himself, don't you think?" He called out, looking to his worker who was still stood by the doorway. "Look at the body on this one." With the words came a rip and Eileen jolted in her seat as the fabric on her dress was torn from her shoulder.

"Stop." Was it a demand? Pleading? Eileen wasn't sure but all she knew was that she wanted his filthy hands off of her.

Pushing her hair to the side, the man's fingers traced up her back and to the nape of her neck. Standing behind her, Eileen could feel Kimber's breath against her skin as he leant down to whisper in her ear.

"You see, I don't earn respect." He paused, "I demand it."

Eileen felt sick, stomach turning in knots. Yet, somehow she still found the muster to fight back. "Thomas Shelby will never respect a man like you."

At the comment, Kimber instantly recoiled and stormed around the chair to face the girl.

"You fucking whore!"

Eileen barely had time to register the slap - not realising what had happened until her cheek stung with pain. Refusing to look weak, Eileen bit on her bottom lip and stared back at the man defiantly.

Kimber wasn't sure what to make of the girl - brave or stupid? He shook the hand he had just used to smack her, slowly backing away towards the door. "Thomas Shelby will respect me." He spat, "Or it will be you that suffers."

Then, without further comment, the man left the room. Soon darkness resumed and Eileen finally let out a breath she hadn't realised she had been holding in. Her skin felt itchy and the brunette shuddered as she remembered the feeling of Kimber's fingers against her skin. She felt violated and sick with anger. She didn't want Tommy to respect Billy Kimber - she wanted him to kill him.

"The girl I could understand, but him… you'd bring him to a fucking family meeting."

John's comment sent the Shelby betting parlour into uproar, men desperately trying to stop John and Arthur from attacking the Chief Inspector. Stupidly Chester had almost forgotten how poorly he had treated the two men since his arrival - first there had been the attack on Arthur, then of course there had been the arrests. It was hardly surprising that the men hated him.

"Enough!" Tommy shouted over the chaos filling the room. "John and Arthur, enough."

The two brother's looked to Tommy in disgust. "Are you forgetting what he did, Tom?" Arthur spat, eyes filled with menace as he caught sight of the Chief Inspector.

"I haven't forgotten, Arthur." Tommy replied calmly, attempting to bring some order back to the meeting. "And I don't like it anymore than you do." It was true - in fact, Tommy was perhaps the most angry that he was being forced to bring Chester Campbell into his family business. After everything the man had done, Tommy wanted him in the ground not in the comfort of his own home. "But we're doing this for Eileen."

It was Polly that kicked up a fuss this time. "Hasn't that girl caused enough fucking problems?"

A quick glare from Ada soon silenced the woman and Tommy was, for once, happy for his sister's input. Ironically the girl had recently been his most loyal family member.

"Enough, out of all of you." Tommy confirmed once more, letting a silence wash over the room as everyone finally seemed to compose themselves. He didn't continue until everyone had found a seat. "Billy Kimber has come into our streets, our fucking pubs." He ranted, "Trying to make a mockery out of us."

There was some murmuring amongst the men in the room out of agreement.

"We're going to show him that Birmingham belongs to the Peaky fucking Blinders." The anger in Tommy's words riled up the room but this time in union - he'd always been good at giving his men a pep talk, something he'd learnt from his time in the troops.

"Now you're talking." Still unhappy, John managed a smirk as he looked back to his brother. He'd follow Tommy to the grave if he had to - they all would.

"We control these streets." Tommy placed his palms on the table as he spoke, "And now we control the coppers too." Glancing over his shoulder, Chester Campbell issued a curt nod. The two men hated each other and probably always would, but they knew that they needed each other if there was any chance of getting Eileen back alive.

"You have my men." Chester stated simply, arms crossed neatly behind his back.

Tommy was having to swallow his pride - something that he didn't take lightly - but thinking about Eileen made it worth it. In many ways, the girl had saved him. It was about time he returned the favour.

"Now let's show Billy Kimber just what the Peaky Blinders can do."

The room had disbanded and Tommy finally let his facade fall, leaning back in his chair and pressing his eyes tightly shut for a moment. The shovels against the wall - they were back.

The man's head practically felt like it was going to explode. He wanted to scream, perhaps even cry, but knew that he couldn't. After all, he was Thomas Shelby and it was always his job to be the one put together. If he crumbled, they all would.

Tommy was used to being in control and he had always been confident that there was no situation he couldn't outwit. Yet, with everything going on, he for once found himself uncertain. Everything became much more serious when a girl's life was at risk. Not just any girl - the girl he loved and the mother of his child.

Since the Campbell family's arrival in Small Heath, the pair had encountered nothing but trouble and Tommy was overwhelmed with feelings of guilt. Eileen deserved better than a life cursed by the Peaky Blinders. Even though he had tried to stop her leaving, Tommy was beginning to wish the girl had managed to escape. She didn't belong in his world, no matter how much he wanted her to.

Lost in thought, the man didn't even realise when Polly entered the office. He was only pulled from his trance when the woman placed two glasses of whiskey on the desk in front of him.

"You look like you need it."

Blunt as always, Polly raised one of the glasses to her lips and sat down opposite her nephew. "Cheers," she acknowledged before swiftly draining the glass' contents.

Tommy hesitated for a moment but soon followed suit. Making sure to tip his glass graciously in Polly's direction, Tommy smoothly downed the amber liquor. The taste burned, a sensation he was becoming all too familiar with.

"For once," Polly began. "I can't tell what's going on in that head of yours."

Tommy scoffed at the comment - it was a typical Polly encounter. The woman liked to believe that she knew him better than he knew himself, which perhaps to an extent was true. Though, no one would ever truly understand Thomas Shelby. The only one that ever seemed to have come close was the one that was now fading away.

"She's pregnant."

The words fell from Tommy's lips numbly. The concept that Eileen was carrying his child still felt alien to him - how could he ever be a father?

Not expecting the news, Polly's eyebrows raised slightly and she let out an exasperated sigh. Promptly getting to her feet, the woman crossed the room to retrieve the bottle of whiskey and upon her return she swiftly poured two more glasses.

Falling back into her seat the woman shook her head slightly, "Fuck."

Letting out a half laugh, Tommy lifted the refilled glass and raised it in Polly's direction. "Fuck." He repeated.

"When?" Polly asked, for once at a loss for words. A baby always made everything for more complicated. She had already been through this dilemma with Ada, she wasn't sure she could face it all again.

"London." Tommy answered, mind instantly flashing back to the night the pair had shared in that hotel suite. Naive - lost in the bliss of a different city, the pair had been so naive to the reality awaiting them beyond their return. What Tommy would give to go back to that damn hotel room.

"She's not far along then," Polly inputted having quickly calculated the timespan. "I've got a woman you could always call-"

"-Pol." Tommy hastily interrupted. "Stop." He knew where their conversation was headed and he didn't like it. Suddenly he felt incredibly guilty for ever having considered telling Ada to get rid of her baby.

"It's a baby, Thomas." Polly shook her head slightly. "How exactly do you plan on bringing a baby into all of this?" The woman's arms gestured around the room.

"The same way John has." Tommy cleared his throat, "And Ada."

Taking a sip from her glass, Polly paused to calculate the situation. "John and Ada aren't you, Thomas." The words were harsh but true, someone always had to be the cruel one. "And their children aren't Campbell's."

Polly was perhaps the only person to hate the Chief Inspector more than Tommy did. She detested what the man had done to her city, her business and, most importantly, her family.

"Her name might be Campbell, Pol." Tommy retorted, "But that girl is nothing like her father."

"You might have forgotten about her secret but I haven't." Polly quickly fired back. "If she's lied to you once, she'll lie to you again."

Polly didn't want to be so harsh but it was in her nature. As much as she and Tommy bickered when it came to business matters, she was deathly protective of her nephew and wouldn't allow him to be blindsided by lust.

"You don't know her like I do." Tommy looked to the liquor in his glass, carefully swirling the glass before taking a sip. "And she's part of this family whether you fucking like it or not."

Finally meeting the woman's gaze again, Tommy's expression was stern. He'd made so many mistakes in his life but he wasn't going to let Eileen be another one - this time he planned on doing things right. Being good. Being the man someone like Eileen deserved. He atleast had to try.

Before the two could discuss the topic any further, the door to the office opened and Arthur appeared. Tommy was actually pleased for the interruption, "Arthur, what is it?" He asked, sitting upright in his seat. Having let his mind slip, he was now back to be being fully focussed on the problem at hand.

Holding his cap in his hands, Arthur quickly responded. "Kimber," He explained. "He's agreed on a meeting."