A few months had passed and things were moving smoothly. Jessica had been shadowing Polly to learn about her role in the business. Early mornings and late nights meant she had been spending a lot of time in Birmingham and less time at home with her father. Needless to say he missed her and she missed him but she was happy. With the occasional arguments with Esme and Linda everyone else had been pretty nice to her. Polly, Ada, and Lizzy had been more than helpful to her. Business was booming. Janik was selling the Shelby Whiskey in Europe and America through the Swavorski Company. Jessica's brothers were running the business in New York and Chicago. Every month they were requesting more and more because of how much people in America were consuming. The Shelby whiskey was a big hit and Tommy and Janik would be discussing new business ventures. As every Friday, once work was over the group planned on meeting at the pub later for a celebratory drink. Michael dreaded this knowing that getting Jessica to go would be a battle. Even with her dad going, she convinced Michael to let her stay home with Ada.

He felt bad leaving her, but she told him to go. She was still nervous to go to the pub because of what had happened last. They had seen Brett here and there, but nothing drastic had happened. Michael tried to reassure her she would be ok, but Jess said she still needed sometime. He respected that and wasn't going to push her. He was happy this time around Ada was staying in so she wouldn't be alone. Michael kissed her cheek and walked out with Isaiah and Finn. Lighting a cigarette they walked towards the pub. They were about a block away when they bumped into a group of guys. "Wheres your slut today?" one of the guys asked. Michael, Isaiah and Finn turned around. Brett. "What the fuck did you say" as Michael went towards them. Isaiah cut in front of him. "Michael hes not worth it. Any asshole that says shit to the Peaky Blinders is a dead man walking." "How does it feel to know I got further with your girl than you have. Walking my fingers up her leg .." before Brett could finish that statement Michael was out of Isaiahs reach and punched Brett in the face. They exchanged a few more hits before each group pulled them back. "Brett lets go these guys are not worth getting into something with come on." Michaels lip was bleeding and all he wanted to do was bash Bretts face in. They walked into the pub and went into the front room. "What happened to you Michael?" John asked. "Nothing everyone just drink their fucking beers and don't ask."

Back at the apartment, Jess and Ada had been sitting by the fire with a glass of wine. "You know, our family is very picky with who comes in. We all like you," Ada said. A sigh of relief came from Jess's mouth. Not that she thought they didn't like her, but it was always nice hearing that statement. "I like you all too .. I mean most of you," they laughed together. Ada questioned, "Why didn't you want to go to the pub with everyone else tonight? Not that I don't like staying in with you, but it seemed like you haven't gone in a while." Jessica guessed no one told Ada what had happened. "Last time we were there I saw someone that had hurt me. And it scared me. And we have seen him a few times in the past months, but I am scared and I don't want to ruin the night for Michael if I freak out." Jess swallowed the rest of the wine. Ada took her hands, "Jessica, if you plan on being with Michael which from looking at you two this is forever, then you have to get over it because going to the pub is part of this life." Ada continued, "Besides you're much tougher then you think. Look at the way you yell at Esme and Linda. You hold your ground we never have to help you. Fuck them all. You should go." Maybe it was the 3rd glass of wine running through her veins, but she began to think. "Yea you're right, I'm going to go." Jess went upstairs and quickly changed and was on her way to the pub.

Meanwhile at the pub, Michael had a headache and was annoyed. All he wanted to do was leave and go home to Jessica. He began to think and was glad she didn't come with them. The way that turned out could have been very different. Lost in his thoughts all he heard was Isaiah saying, "Michael Michael were you listening to me?" That was it he was going home to his girl. "Guys I'm going to go home. I'll see you all tomorrow." "What are you whipped? Stay!" Arthur grabbed him by his neck. Annoyed he moved out of his grasp and walked out the door. Lighting a cigarette he was a few blocks away when he heard a noise behind him. He stopped in his track knowing what that sound was. As he turned around he came face to face with Brett and gun in his face. "Well well isn't it a fucking Peaky Blinder all by themself, what are you going to do now huh?" No one was around to help and Michael knew he needed to defuse the situation immediately. "Get on your knees, get on your fucking knees and beg for your life," Brett yelled. "You don't want to do this," Michael continued, "You do this my cousins will know it was you and they will have your whole family killed."

Brett waved the gun slightly. "Do you know what my parents did once they found out what I had done to Jessica? They don't speak to me. I could care less if your family got rid of them. No harm to me." Michaels heart was racing and he tried to talk him down and nothing was working. Brett put the gun to his forehead. "I am going to count to 3, and when I get to 3 I'm pulling the trigger." "1" Michael started to pray someone would come out. "2" Brett continued to count down. "3" Michael heard the trigger pulled and the gun was shot. He stood there on his knees with his eyes closed. He felt nothing. No pain. Nothing. He opened his eyes to see Brett on the ground dead and Jessica standing there shaking with a gun in her hand.