If I Can't Have you

(42) Sabini

"You guess?"

"I don't take kindly to people behaving in a hostile manner towards those I love," Tommy replies.

"I wonder how you're going to feel about this then," a voice speaks, as a group of men emerge from the shadows.

Tommy punches the first man that dares to go near Jemima, but instantly he was taken hold of by four men, watching in outrage as three men grab Jemima.

"Thomas Shelby, gypsy scum," Sabini says, spitting at the floor by his feet, before stepping towards Jemima.

Tommy was struggling in their grasp as Sabini stands in front of Jemima, his hand twirling a piece of her hair, "I get why you like her, she's a pretty one."

Sabini holds Tommys eye as he trails his hand lower, Jemima trying to get away from him as he lets his hand rest on her breast.

Somehow, Tommy shoves all the men off him, taking Sabini by the throat and slamming him up against the wall, "do not put your fucking hands on her! Don't fucking touch her."

Sabinis men stood there in shock, before finally pulling Tommy off their boss, throwing him to the floor.

Jemimas face was being forced in Tommys direction, watching in horror as the men repeatedly hit him, and kick him. She was screaming, and crying, her heart was sinking.

"Let him go! Get off him!" Jemima shouts, trying to free herself from their grasps, but to no avail.

"Oh, your boyfriend knows the rules, ciccio," Sabini tuts, "he should've stuck to them."

Sabinis hand was on her again, this time on her waist, "no going down south, that's the rule."

Jemima raises her knee to his crotch, and Sabini doubles over with a groan, "cazzo."

Sabini brandishes a knife, gesturing for the men to hold Tommy up.

"Don't! Please, leave him alone!" Jemima cries.

The knife was pressed to Tommys cheek, and Sabini directs his head in Jemimas direction.

"She's yours?" Sabini says, and Tommy mumbles something incoherent.

"Wrong, Shelby. She's ours now," Sabini chuckles, as the men holding her start dragging her away, despite her fighting against their hold, throwing her elbows about, kicking her legs, she couldn't stop them. She couldn't help Tommy.

"You lay a finger on her, you touch her in anyway," Tommy says, "I slice your skin off, inch by inch."

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"Mitnen, take Miss Morrigan to the guest room beside mine," Sabini orders, practically shoving Jemima in the man's direction.

He steadies her, his eyes narrowing at her, before glancing back up to Sabini, a strong cockney accent that contrasted the Italian ones she'd been hearing, "of course, sir."

"Follow me," Jamison states, but Jemima doesn't move.

"He's not worth it," Jamison adds quietly.

"Take me back to Birmingham," Jemima demands, but Sabini turns away from her, walking in the opposite direction.

"Look, just follow me," Jamison sighs.

Birmingham. Morrigan. Jamie reckons he knows exactly who the woman stood in front of him is. If his time in war taught him anything, it was that the Shelby boys from Birmingham, definitely spoke of a Jemima Morrigan often enough.

"I want to go home," Jemima states.

Jamison looks around, checking his surroundings, "I can't take you home, but he isn't dead. I can however take you to a man in Camden Town who he has been communicating with, he may be more helpful. I'm risking a lot by even thinking about doing this, so please just follow me, I will tell you more."