Alfie sat at a table in the corner puffing on his cigar as he stared at two men getting drinks from the bar. He'd been watching them for the past couple of hours and they made no indication they knew he was there. His blood boiled as he watched them, flashbacks of seeing Tess after her beating playing in his mind. When he couldn't ignore the throbbing desire in his fists, he put out his cigar and made his way to his car, giving his men a nod as they stayed behind.
Two hours later, Alfie stood in a field in the middle of nowhere looking down on the two unconscious men. He kicked one's foot and when he didn't budge, Alfie kicked it again, harder.
When the man began to stir Alfie said, "well c'mon then. I don't have all fucking day."
The man finally came to and looked around, realizing he'd been knocked out and shoved in a car to be hauled to the middle of nowhere. He began scrambling to his feet, shaking his partner in the process to wake him. The other man grunted as he awoke and, seeing the panic in his friends eyes, rushed to his feet as well.
"Hello!" Alfie said cheerfully. "I heard you have questions about my business?"
The two men looked at each other before glancing at their surroundings.
"Oh, no mate. It's just us out here. Don't worry, no one will overhear our conversation. Now." Alfie's eyes got a dark glint in them. "Which one of you thought hitting an innocent woman was a good idea?"
The burlier man, who made Tess feel the most uneasy, looked at the smaller man.
"Right. So you're the brains and you're the fucking muscle. Mm?"
"Look. Solomons." The smaller man started. "We had business with her cousin. He gave her to us. It wasn't personal."
Alfie took a deep breath as he stepped closer to the man and said in a low, menacing voice, "not only did you come after my business, you also put your fucking hands on my maid. That's pretty fucking personal to me."
"You think you're so fucking tough?" The burly man piped up. "You have your me hit us over the head from behind, bring us to a random field, and threaten us while it's us two against your six?" He scoffed. "If they weren't here you'd be knocked down a peg or two."
"Is that so?" Alfie asked, turning his attention to the man. "Alright." He began taking off his hat and coat and gave it to Ollie. "None of you fuckers get involved. This is between me and them." He ordered his men as he rolled up his sleeves. "You want this one on one? Have at it."
Burly man bared his teeth and raised his arms as if he'd been boxing his whole life. Alfie watched him, his own hands in fists and ready at his sides. The man laughed at him when Alfie didn't raise his hands or get in a stance.
The man swung at Alfie but Alfie dodged the blow, his eyes never leaving the other man's as he read his next move. When the man swung again, Alfie was quick in deflecting the punch and the man's cheek bone met Alfie's ringed fist.
The man touched his cheek and felt blood from the cut inflicted by one of Alfie's rings. He looked at the blood in his fingers and ran at Alfie, wrapping his arms around his waist and tackling him. Alfie fell to the ground as he attempted to get the upper hand on his attacker. The man got one good punch in before Alfie clocked him one on his jaw, a resounding snap reverberating off the dirt.
Alfie dove at the man, rolling him up and getting on top of him. Alfie threw punch after punch as his rings and the force of his anger met thier target. None of his men interrupted, even as the man lay lifeless and blood splattered up on Alfie's white button up shirt. Once the man was beaten lifeless and unrecognizable, Alfie stood and set his gaze in the other man. Alfie refused to take his eyes away from him as he walked to Ishmael.
"I-" was all the man got out before Alfie reached in Ishmael's jacket and pulled a pistol from the holster nestled under his arm, shooting the man between the eyes.
The man fell lifeless to the ground and Alfie gave the gun back to Ishmael, gathered his belongings from Ollie, and headed back ti London with blood smeared across his knuckles.