I walked into the new offices, my eyes settling on the makeshift ring that was being made on the bottom floor. "Can I help you, miss?" a voice asked from besides me and I looked at the man, confused for a moment. My eyes flashed around the room and settled on the large hanging portrait of Tommy, Arthur, John, Ada, Polly and myself, the stakeholders of the company. "I don't think so." I told the man, gesturing up to the painting and raising my eyebrow. He looked confused before looking up at the picture and his face went slack. "I'm so sorry, Mrs Shelby." he said, bowing his head and waving me past him. I rolled my eyes and went to stand next to Arthur.

"Have I missed anything?" I asked, looking around the room for Bonnie, quickly spotting him talking to his father. "Nah, Eves, you're just in time." Tommy told me before walking off and gesturing for Bonnie to follow him. "Who's he fighting?" I asked, watching the pair disappear. "Billy Mills." Arthur replied, sounding proud. "Billy Mills? The heavyweight bigger than a shithouse?" I asked, looking up at him in disbelief. Arthur nodded and shrugged his shoulders before heading into the ring. "All right, you lot, come here, make it interesting and place a wager with me, I'll give you good odds." he shouted, gathering the men around the ring as Tommy and Bonnie resurfaced.

Tommy came to stand by me but I watched as Bonnie went to his dad, striping down to his vest and Aberama helping him with his gloves. His eyes locked with mine and I tilted my head slightly, trying to figure him out as he gave me a confident smile. His father looked at him then over at me before demanding Bonnies attention once more. "I'll give you good odds on the boy, even better on the big lad." Arthur told the men as Tommy looked down at me. "You came." he stated. "He asked." I replied, looking up at him. "You're not going to distract the lad, are ya?" he asked as I could feel Bonnie's eyes on me again. "I'm just standing." I replied, raising my eyebrow at him as Aberama came and stood the other side of me.

My eyes went back to the ring as Bonnie wandered around it a few times before his father called him over. He leant in close to his father but his eyes were on me and I gave him a small smile and mouthed good luck to him which he grinned at. I averted my eyes as he pulled away from his father, feeling Aberamas eyes on me now. The bell rang and Arthur came and stood with us. I watched the fight closely, taking note of the size difference in the two contenders. Bonnie was mainly using defensive and evasive measures against his much larger opponent and I could feel Arthur growing bored.

"Your boy knows he can hit back, right?" Arthur called over me, looking at Aberama. "Told him in the professional game people want their money's worth, don't win too fast." the man replied and I watched as Bonnie landed a few good blows. "But if you've seen enough.." Aberama added. "Finish him, Bonnie." Aberama shouted and I watched with interest as he went for the much larger man. One, two, three, four punches and Billy Mills was down. I tried to hide my surprise but my eyebrows raised involuntarily as we all looked down. "Fuck me. That was a punch." Arthur chuckled and my eyes went back to Bonnie who's eyes were already on me and had a grin on his face. "What's he got, horseshoes in those gloves or what?" Arthur asked and I looked up at Tommy. "Nope, just his dad's strength and his mother's temper." Aberama replied, ducking under the rope.

We all watched as Aberama pulled Bonnie's gloves off. "Does he have fits?" Tommy asked. "No." Aberama replied. "Asthma?" Tommy asked. "No." Aberama replied. "How's he cut?" Arthur asked. "Well, no one's cut him yet, but his skin's thick." Aberama replied, giving Arthur a hard look. "Does he drink?" Tommy asked and something inside me clicked that this fight may have been about more than just boxing. "Water, sometimes." Aberama countered. "How many fights?" Tommy continued with his interrogation. "Twenty-five, bare knuckle, all knockouts, five with gloves in pastures, all knockouts." Aberama replied, sounding proud. "Against Romany fighters?" I asked, tilting my head slightly and looking at Bonnie although I knew Aberama would reply. "That's why they won't let us in the fairs no more, he keeps winning, prinţesă." Aberama replied and my eyes drifted to his at the name.

"I could fight a fucking tree and knock it out, Mr Shelby." Bonnie said, a grin on his face as Arthur chuckled beside me. "I like him. I like him." Arthur laughed. "Mrs. Eden is waiting upstairs." a man interrupted, talking to Tommy. "All right, I'll be there in a minute. Arthur? Evie?" Tommy said, gesturing for us to follow him. "What do you think?" Tommy asked us as Bonnie and Aberama walked away. "It was over too fast." I told him, looking up at the men. "Yeah, but you can tell, eh? I'd give him to the Irish boys at Digbeth, they can teach him." Tommy told us, nodding slightly. "And then what?" Arthur asked. "We promote him. Big money in London, New York, if he's good. We control him. On the book, control the odds, like a horse." Tommy told us. "Gold is never going to go for that. He won't give us control of the lad." Arthur countered.

"I'm guessing that's where I come in?" I asked, raising an eyebrow at Tommy and he nodded. "You could be useful." he admitted, nodding. "Control when he wins, when he loses and in return he gets a nice little gypsy princess to come home to. That should be enough to convince him to shake off daddy." I explained to a confused looking Arthur. "Regardless, we have made a lot of money in fighting before and we can make some with him." Tommy argued. "But we got a lot going on, though, Tom." Arthur said, sounding worried. "Yeah. That's why it'd be good to have the lad around. We take the fucking lad on, one day he may end up fucking taking a bullet for you or Evie." Tommy countered. "Can't afford to lose another brother, can I?" he added and Arthur muttered in agreement. "No horses like him, so he's all right. Come on." Tommy told us before heading into the ring, holding the rope for me to pass under before stopping in front of Aberama and Bonnie.

"All right, we'll do it." Tommy told them. "But we need to do a deal about money." Aberama told him, looking at Tommy with confidence. "Mmm-hmmm." Arthur agreed. "Yeah. Speak to my accountant." Tommy told him. "The witch?" Aberama asked. "The prinţesă." I countered, giving him a sweet smile and both Gold men looked at me, surprised. Tommy shifted beside me. "So when will my first real fight be do you think, Mr. Shelby?" Bonnie asked, looking hopeful. "Ah, soon as we can find anyone stupid enough to get in the ring with you." Tommy replied. "God help him." Arthur chuckled.

Tommy pulled a hat from his pocket and handed it to Bonnie. "Here you go, Bonnie. You're a Peaky Blinder now, son." Tommy told him as he took the hat. Tommy and Aberama shared a look before Tommy turned and left. Arthur counted out some of the notes in his hand and handed them to Aberama. "There you go, the lion's share." Arthur told him which Aberama thanked him for. I smiled at Bonnie as he put the cap on his head. I reached up, pulling it slightly lower over his eyes. "Perfect." I smiled before turning and walking away with Arthur at my side.

That night, I was cleaning up in the kitchen when there was a knock at the back door. I looked over at the door for a moment. No one who used that door ever knocked and so late at night, it was worrying. I picked up the carving knife from the side and went to the door. I took a deep breath before opening it to reveal Bonnie Gold. I let out a sigh of relief, lowering the knife. "You scared the life out of me." I laughed as he grinned at me. "My apologies, miss. Didn't mean to frighten you." he replied, leaning against the door frame. "What can I do for you, Mr Gold?" I asked, raising an eyebrow at him. "I wondered if you'd be up for some of that trouble you mentioned." he told me, still grinning. I looked up at him for a moment. "Let me get my coat." I smiled at him before turning back into the house. I put the knife down and fetched my coat, scribbling a quick note to say I'd be back soon before following Bonnie out the door.

I slid my hand into Bonnie's elbow as we wandered through the familiar streets. "So you grew up with the Shelbys?" He asked, looking around at the various houses. "Yeah, it was nice growing up in a big family. Annoying at times but it was nice." I replied, pulling my coat tighter around me. "What was it like staying still for so long?" he asked. "Strange, I always felt so trapped, like I was in a cage. It must have been lovely traveling with your family." I replied, thinking back to my childhood. "Yeah, it was alright." he dismissed. "You have sisters?" I asked, trying to remember what I had heard about the Golds. "Yeah, three." he replied. "Wow, three sisters! Tommy and Arthur used to complain about having two sisters and there were three of them." I laughed.

"Excuse me!" a man called across the road. I looked up to see him coming towards us from the Marquis. My body stiffened and Bonnie unlinked his arm from mine and wound it around my waist. "Sorry to disturb you. I just need some directions." The tall man said. I looked up at him as he removed his hat, he looked at me with intense eyes and spoke with an American accent. "Where are you trying to get to?" Bonnie asked, gently pulling my body closer to his. The man looked at him. "Train station." he told him before bringing his eyes back to me. "You go down here until you reach the flower shop then turn left, it's at the end of there." I told him, trying to figure him out. He put his wide brimmed hat back on his head and dipped it to me. "Thanks, miss." he said before turning and leaving.

We both watched him walk away, neither of us moving. "I got a bad feeling about that guy." I thought out loud. "Yeah, so did I." Bonnie told me, "It's alright, I got you." he added, looking down at me. I smiled as I looked up at him. "Lets go walk by the canal." I told him, leading him down a nearby alley, his arm still around my waist. "Will you tell me about John?" Bonnie asked as we reached the water. I looked up at him for a moment. "You don't have to but I'd like to hear about him." he told me, watching my reaction. "I don't know where to start." I laughed, thinking about John. "He was a good man that made bad choices. He was so loyal to his family and would have done anything for everyone. We had bad times but he was a good husband and father." I told him, fighting the emotion in my voice.

"I would've like to have met him." Bonnie told me, sounding genuine. "He wouldn't have liked you." I laughed, nudging him gently with my shoulder. "Yeah, I get that a lot with husbands." he teased back and I laughed again. "How many children do you have?" he asked as we continued walking. "I have four." I replied, watching his reaction carefully. "Wow, they must be a handful." he laughed. "They're good kids. I just miss them." I admitted, looking across the water and seeing Charlies yard in the distance. "I'd like to meet them one day." he told me, sincerely. I smiled sadly at him and he pulled me closer to him, kissing my head. "I'll get you back to them." he promised.

Translation: Princess