?Karmic ending?

Before leaving London✴

Arthur's POV

After taking a quick shower I wrapped the towel around my waist and glanced at the illuminated phone. They were numerous missed calls.

I took my time, dragging my t shirt and jeans on.

Around an hour of ignoring my phone I decided to pick up.

Feeling mentally prepared for the scolding I'd receive, I inhaled deeply.

"I've been calling you for ages why didn't you answer me?" The rugged harsh voice said.

My throat bopped as I took a puff and emitted the smoke from my lips.

"Ages? Shouldn't you be dead then?" I spoke with a hint of humor.

"Fuck off with the jokes Arthur. Have you delivered the package?"

"About to." I replied closing my eyes with a deep sigh enjoying the morning breeze fanning my face. The sun glasses shielded the warm rays of light from my eyes.

"Make sure that crooked lad of yours--"

"I'm just as bad as he is--- if not worse" I stated.

"If you say so....and Arthur?"

"Yes Gordon"

"For the love of all that's good and great in this world pick up the fucking phone when I call"

"Sure" I replied tapping my fingers against the dashboard.

After he hang up I made sure to put my phone on do not disturb.

"Did you say hello to yo old pops for me?" Killian asked half focusing on the road as he texted rapidly on his phone.

"Pay attention why don't you---or is it that you want us to die?" I asked rhetorically.

"Nah I got a reason to stay alive" he responded with a small smile and I frowned at that.

A sudden jolt shook the car as we ran over a few pot holes and sharp stones.

I glanced over at him, nose turned up in a scowl.

"Watcha looking at me for? You should have seen this coming" he quipped.

I reached over and slapped him on the back of the head.

"Fuck off the phone"

✴

"Your an hour late Blane" Mr Barone said patting Nathalie's bum.

She stumbled off of him, legs wobbling as she took languid steps out of the room. Her head hung low as she wiped her nose while casually fidgeting with the band of cash in her bra.

My mind flickered back to a distant memory of her waltzing into the night club. Things were fairly new at that point.

Begging and beseeching, she groveled at my feet with her toddler son standing beside her with a lollipop in his mouth, lips pouted.

Even if I wanted to I couldn't turn her down. She needed help and the little pouting boy's face glitched under the red and blue lights.

His eyes reminded me so much of my sister, the big doe, watery eyes rippled with innocence. The last time I gazed into her eyes they were glossed over in tears.

I offered for her to stay with me for the night. And for a few weeks that's how it was. Natalie, Denton and I.

Not long after settling in Natalie and I started fooling around. Things were decent, nice sometimes even.