I came to a stop a few feet away from him, noting John and Arthur's indifference at someone pointing a gun at me. "What are you doing?" I asked, looking in Michael's eyes. "They're teaching me to shoot." Michael told me, the gun still levelled at me. "Shoot what? Unarmed women?" I replied, raising my eyebrows at him. There was a flash in his eyes. "Michael. That's a Webley. Jumps on the hammer." John told Michael, looking at him rather than me. "How does it feel, Michael, huh? You've got full control over our Evie, right now. She would do anything you tell her." Arthur said, looking at me and downing the drink in his hand.
John was still unwavering. Unconcerned about the clearly intoxicated boy that had never held a gun pointing one at me. Michael must have seen the change in my face as when I took a step towards him, he flinched. "You're targets aren't going to stay still, Michael." I told him, taking another step forward. I could feel all of their eyes on me now. "Stand up straight, don't overthink it." I added only a foot away from the gun now. "I am short but you are aiming too low. In the foot or leg to incapacitate someone. Arm if you just want to hurt them. Abdomen if you don't care if they live or die. Head equals death." I told him, pushing up the gun with my finger until it was aimed at my head as I said the last sentence.
"Make sure you look them in the eye as you do it." I added, looking up at him through my eyelashes and pushing my forehead against the gun. "One squeeze. I'm gone." I finished, closing my eyes. Both the brothers still seemed unfazed by the situation. "Michael, you fucking watch that Webley don't jump. You know that?" John reminded Michael. "When you pull that fucking trigger, and the body of the person you shot wraps itself around your ankles, they pile up." Arthur added, Michael's breathing getting heavier and I could feel the cold metal shaking.
"It gets to the point where you can't walk in a room without bringing a load of them with you." Arthur finished. There was a long moment of silence. "What's going on?" Polly's voice came from behind me. The gun was suddenly gone from my head and I swayed slightly, keeping my eyes closed for a moment as I heard Polly walking towards us. She put an arm around my shoulders. "What's going on?" she asked again. "Poll, we're just educating the boss here on our side of the business." Arthur told her.
"What? By having him aim a gun at your sisters head?" she asked lowly. No one answered. "Michael, get in the house." she demanded. He walked past me and I could see the fire in his eyes. Then I heard him stop and turn back around. Polly was looking at Arthur as Michael got close to her face. "I'm not a fucking kid anymore." he told her, lowly. I glanced up at him and he caught my eye once more before turning and walking towards the house.
"What the fuck was that about?" I asked John, brows knitted together as I looked up at him. He scoffed, turning away from me. "Don't fucking turn away from me. What the fuck was that?" I demanded, shrugging off Polly's arm and walking to him. "Just fucking leave it, Eve." he told me, still turned away. "Just leave it?" I question, incredulous. "I am your fucking wife. I am the mother of your children and you were just encouraging someone to shoot me. You were giving Michael fucking tips." I shouted, shoving him with each point.
Suddenly his hand was around my jaw, holding my face firmly and keeping my eyes locked on his as his face moved inches from mine. "Yeah, you are my wife, the mother of my children. So why the fuck are you leaving the house in the early hours of the morning to go and meet my fucking brother?" he asked, his voice was deadly and his glazed over eyes bored into mine. "What? You think I'm fucking Tommy?" I asked, incredulous. "Something's fucking going on with you, Evelyn." he shouted, still in my face. "You and Tommy have always been close and now you're having secret fucking meetings with him?" he continued as I glared up at him.
"You're not a fucking child anymore. You need to fucking stop playing us off each other. We are meant to be a fucking team. Me and you." he finished, his eyes flashing wildly. "Yeah, we are meant to be a fucking team. So what the fuck are you doing encouraging someone to point a fucking gun at me? What the fuck are you doing leaving me at the drop of a hat because Tommy fucking tells you to? I thought we agreed years ago we were each others priority. Each other and the kids. So why the fuck am I getting left behind every damn time? When are you going to pick me over your fucking brothers? Over the Peaky fucking Blinders?" I shouted back, getting angrier and angrier at him as hot tears started falling down my face.
His face softened and the hand around my jaw relaxed. "Why am I not enough for you?" I whispered, the anger fading as I searched his face. He was silent as he looked down at me. His silence and the look on his face was enough as I took a step back from him. "I can't do this." I told him, continuing to take steps away from him. "I need to get out of here." I added before turning and walking away.
"Evie!" Arthur called after me. "Eve!" John added as I quickened my pace. I made a beeline for the stables, wanting to be close to the gentle creatures that have always brought me comfort. The stables were dark as I entered them, my eyes quickly adjusted as I walked to the one housing Phantom. The large horse was laid down and raised his head to look at me as I stepped to the gate.
"Are you taking off?" A voice asked from behind me, causing me to jump. "Jesus, Michael. You nearly killed me." I told the boy, turning to face him. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to sneak up on you. I saw you coming this way and wanted to make sure you were okay." he told me, taking a few steps towards me. "You're not going to point another gun at me?" I questioned, watching him carefully. He shook his head. "I never would've hurt you, Eves. I couldn't." he told me, now inches from me as he brought his hands to the tops of my arms.
I looked up at him, uncertainty in my eyes as the image of him on the other side of a gun flashed in front of me. "I would've turned and shot both of them before I would have pulled the trigger on you." he added, bringing his hands up to either side of my face. I searched his eyes as they flashed down to my lips. I couldn't help but do the same to him.
Then his lips were on mine. There was no urgency as he held my face to his. There was a growing fire but the kiss stayed sweet as I brought my hands up to Michael's chest, one of his hands going to my waist. I automatically scrunched my hands into his jacket as he pulled away. I looked up at him through my eyelashes as he looked down at me. There was silence as we watched each other. Searching. It felt like we were both waiting for the other to make the first move. So I did.
I pulled him back down to me as my lips crashed into his. The hand on my face moved to the back of my head, tangling in my curls and holding me firmly to him. The hand on my waist pulling my body into his. I brought one of my hands up to Michael's blond hair, running my hands through it and lightly scratching my nails along his scalp.
Suddenly, his hand was gone from my head and I was being lifted off the ground. I instinctively wrapped my legs around his waist, grinding my hips against Michael's as he turned. He walked with me in his arms towards the tack room. The warmest room in the stables. He kicked open the door and kicked it closed behind him. He walked across the room and laid me down on a pile of folded up blankets, he hovered above me as I went to the waistband of my riding trousers. His hand caught mine.
"Do you want to do this?" he asked, searching my face. "So fucking much." I told him, breathing heavily and looking up at him. He paused for a moment before standing straight and removing his coat and blazer. He moved lower down my body, his hand pushing up my shirt and jumper so he could kiss down my stomach, sending chills through my body. He made quick work of undoing my trousers, removing them slowly as he pressed kisses down my hips and thighs, before discarding them across the room.
He looked up at me with hungry eyes as his hands came up my thighs, his thumbs on the inside of my thighs making me tingle with anticipation. I gasped as I felt his tongue between my legs. "Fuck." I moaned, my hand going to his hair as his tongue massaged my clit. My hips rising up to meet him as he inserted a finger into me. My breathing hitched and got heavier as he worked me, adding another finger as I got closer to release.
"Fuck! Michael! I'm gonna…" I breathed out as an orgasm shook through my body. My hand in his hair tightening as my body shook. I slowly unclenched my hand and body as the feeling slowly disappeared. "Fucking hell." I breathed as Michael lifted his head to look at me. He grinned, hovering over me as I fought to even my breathing. "Good?" he asked, a smirk on his face. "Amazing." I told him, putting a hand on the back of his neck and pulling him down to me. I could taste myself on him and I could feel his arousal through his trousers as he pressed his hips into mine.
I moved a hand down his body, undoing his trousers as we kissed. I pulled him free, massaging him gently and earning moans from Michael. I grinned as I pushed him away from me, sitting up and pushing him to sit on the floor as I straddled him. I hovered above him for a moment before slowly lowering myself onto him. His hands were on my waist as I encompassed him. I moved my hair to one side as I lowered myself completely onto him, my mouth letting out a small moan as I looked into his eyes.
We stayed like this for a moment before I started moving slowly up and down around him. I brought my arms around his neck, pulling him to me as I quickened the pace. I was soon moaning with each movement, Michael groaning into my mouth as he pushed his lips to mine. I could feel the orgasm building in me as Michael's hands tightened around my waist, supporting my body as I moved up and down.
Michael must've felt me clenching around him as he pulled back, watching me with heavy eyes as I came around him. I matched his gaze as he moved my body up and down on him through my orgasm. Then I felt him finishing inside me with a groan and he slowly stopped my movements. I ran my hand through my curls as he pressed a slow kiss to my lips. I wrapped my arms around his neck, resting my head on his shoulder as his arms wrapped around me.
"Are you okay?" he whispered after a few quiet moments. "Yeah, are you?" I replied, whispering with him. "Yeah." he replied, squeezing me gently. "We should probably sleep." he told me, moving a hand to my head and gently stroking my curls. I nodded against his shoulder before pulling away from him. The hand on my head went to my face as Michael watched me. I watched him for a moment before pressing a gentle kiss to his lips.
A/N EVIE AND MICHAEL HAD SEX!
Not what I was intending but what happened when I sat and wrote! What did everyone think of this chapter? Please please please let me know what you think! :)