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darkshelbyfiction · 2 days

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Drugged (Thomas Shelby Blurb)

Warning: Non-Consensual Smut, CNC

"Ssh it's okay sweetheart," Tommy whispered into your ear as he unbuttoned your blouse while you were laying on his large king sized bed.

He yanked the blouse aside and pushed down your bra. "Wait, no. I don't want to do this," you managed to say in a trembling voice as you felt drowsy from the drink he had given you twenty minutes ago.

"I know you are scared, but it's going to be fine, I promise," he paused for a second and caressed your cheek, then dipped his head to kiss you softly on your lips.

His tongue explored your mouth bytes and thrusts, tasting the champagne and the sweet taste of your lips.

"No please don't. I'm a virgin," you tried to protest again, but the alcohol-laced drink was taking its toll, making you dizzy and weak.

"Oh sweetheart. That's okay. It will only hurt for a second or two," he whispered soothingly as he lifted up your skirt to reveal your cotton panties.

"But I don't want to do this," you managed to say, fighting to keep your eyes open.

Tommy let out a deep sigh and kissed your neck softly, then whispered in your ear, "And I am sorry it had to be this way my sweet girl, but you rejected me for long enough," he told you as he gently slid your underwear to one side and ran a finger over your slit.

You gasped and tried to wriggle away from his touch, but he was too strong for you, arms and legs pinned down, unable to even squirm away his face impassive and relaxed as he traced a finger along your tight dry hole.

He then parted your pussy lips with two of his fingers and groaned. "Oh god your opening is so small," Tommy said as he roughly pushed a finger inside you, causing you to yelp in pain.

"I am sorry Love," he whispered as he pushed his finger in and out of your sore vagina, trying to stretch and loosen you.

You squirmed and tried to fight back but you were no match for his strength.

Within moments he was pushing two fingers inside you, causing you to cry out loud.

"Oh god it hurts," you whimpered as tears rolled down your cheeks.

But Tommy didn't stop, he continued to pump his fingers in and out of you, stretching you and loosening you.

"That's it Love, you're doing well, eh," he said with a hint of pride in his voice. "I know it hurts but you have to be brave for me just a little longer, alright?"

You nodded through your tears, and he rewarded you with a soft kiss on your forehead. "Good girl."

Tommy pulled his fingers out of you and reached over to his nightstand to retrieve some lubricant.

You couldn't help but gaze at his cock as he prepared himself, lubing up his shaft. It was long and thick, and you couldn't imagine how it was going to fit inside you.

"Don't worry, I'll be gentle," Tommy reassured you as he positioned himself between your legs.

He spread your pussy lips again with his fingers and guided the tip of his cock to your entrance.

You closed your eyes and braced yourself for the pain, praying that it would be over soon.

"Here we go Love, just breathe," Tommy said as he began to apply pressure.

You felt your body resisting, trying to keep him out, but it was no use.

Slowly, he pushed himself inside you, and you screamed out in pain.

"I'm sorry, Love, I am sorry it had to be this way," Tommy said once more, his voice strained as he tore through your hymen.

With a tremendous effort, he forced himself all the way inside you, stopping only once he bottom out. His cock was fully sheathed in your tight vagina, his balls resting against your ass.

"Oh god!" you cried out in pain, your whole body tensing up as you felt a stinging sensation that you never thought possible.

Tommy's body tightened in response to your cries. He looked down at your tear-stricken face, his expression flickered between pain, worry, and frustration.

"I'm sorry, Love," he whispered, kissing you on the forehead before Withdrawing himself slowly. "Just a bit longer, eh?"

Tommy murmured, biting his lower lip as he pushed back in and felt your tight vaginal muscles squeeze around his cock. "You feel so fucking good around me, do you know that?"

In response, you cried out in pain as Tommy began to thrust into you again, the harsh grunts and groans of pleasure falling from his lips growing louder with each brutal stroke. Your head knocked back into the pillow, tears streaming down your cheeks, as your body attempted to adjust to the trauma being inflicted upon it.

"Such a good girl, taking my cock so well," Tommy grunted as he continued to thrust in and out of your sore pussy. His lips found yours once more in a brutal kiss, muffling your whimpers.

" Shhh, I'm sorry, Love. I'm sorry," Tommy kept whispering as he continued to thrust, your desperate moans, cries, and sobs lost between kisses.

His cock was relentless and would not give up as it pistoned in and out of you. Your legs were trembling, the muscles spasming and trying their best to shut him out.

Meanwhile, Thomas Shelby's hand was tangled in your long, brown hair, using it as leverage as he powered into your tender, broken body.

He could feel the tense resistance of your virginity as it gave way to his forceful intrusion, and the pain that followed was a small price to pay for the satisfaction of conquering something so precious.

Thomas grunted and swore as he continued to thrust into you, feeling the tight grip of your body around his cock increasing with every stroke. He looked down and saw your face scrunched up in agony as you tried to adjust to his size, but his increasing pleasure drowned out any sympathy that may have arisen.

With every thrust, the tight friction of your unprepared body gripped his cock, begging for release.

"Goddamn, girl. You're so fucking tight," Thomas grunted, grabbing onto your hips for better leverage as he prepared himself to ejaculate deep inside you. "And I am going to cum so hard, Love."

"No, please don't," you managed to say in a shaky voice, tears still streaming down your cheeks, but your plea fell on deaf ears.

Thomas pressed himself in deeper, grinding his hips into you as he released his semen inside your already aching-from-pain pussy.

"Sssh, it's okay Love. It's almost over. Fuck," Thomas groaned into your ear as he convulsed, his cock twitching inside your abused pussy, filling you with his warm cum.

You couldn't help but wince as he came inside you, the painful sensation of his seed filling every inch of your tight pussy sending waves of discomfort throughout your entire body.

It was a sticky and wet feeling, and you could feel his cum seeping out of your pussy, trailing down the crack of your ass and onto the bedsheets beneath you.

Thomas, his body now still and spent, rolled off of you and collapsed onto the bed next to you.

His chest was still heaving, his breaths slowing down, and you could hear his satisfied grunts and groans as he lay there, savoring the afterglow of what he had just done to you.

You, on the other hand, were lying there crying, tears streaming down your face as you stared blankly up at the ceiling. You could feel his warm, wet seed mixed with the blood from your now-torn hymen slowly seeping out of your pussy, leaving you feeling violated, dirty, and devastated.

"Why?" you managed to whisper, your voice shaking as you struggled to come to terms with what had just happened.

Thomas didn't respond right away, but after a few seconds, he sat up and turned to face you.

"Why?" he echoed, a hint of surprise in his voice. "I thought it was clear, Love. You were mine for the taking."

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queenshelby · 7 hours

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Sweet Possession (Part 1)

Pairing: Very Dark! Thomas Shelby (32) x Innocent! Reader (19)

Warning: Age Gap, Smut

It was about four months ago when you met him, this blue-eyed stranger who would change your life forever. It was as if you had stepped into the unknown, shedding your old, familiar skin. He made your head spin with his charm and allure for the unknown.

When you talked to him for the very first time, it was as if you had known each other for years. He listened to you, and you felt as though he truly understood who you were and what you needed in life.

Despite being over 12 years older than you , Thomas Shelby made you feel safe and wanted, desired and accepted. You never felt such a connection to someone who had such an intense personality as Thomas and, most importantly for all, he showed you respect.

Thomas (or Tommy as you called him) was a wealthy business man from Birmingham and whilst you did not know much about his business activities, you knew that he was responsible for import and export of goods such Tabacco and cars.

With both of your parents not having survived the sinking of the Titanic, you had no one but yourself to stand up for and take care of yourself until Tommy came into your life.

He took you in and took care of you a few months ago, admiring your inner strength and determination to overcome all the challenges that life had thrown at you ever since you had turned 16, which was almost three years before you met him, your soon to be husband.

You were 19 years old when you met the 32-year-old in a pub named the Garrison shortly after you had started working there behind the bar. That night, Tommy had saved you from some unwanted attention from some other patrons and as you sat together that night, your connection was undeniable, palpable. Every guess or gut feeling you had ever had about your future guesses or dreams was confirmed in an instant. This was the moment that would change it all.

Fast-forward a bit and soon you found yourself living in Tommy's mansion, which you had yet to fully discover. The mansion was home to your own magnificent bedroom, Surreal wallpapers, wax-leafed walls, brass fixtures, and white porcelain handles.

It was surreal coming from almost living on the street to this and when Tommy asked you to marry him a few weeks ago, you accepted blindly only thinking of the safety and love he gave you.

The wedding ceremony itself was small, with only some of his family in attendance. You were his second wife; his first wife having died four years ago and this was something that did not bother you. You accepted him with all as his baggage, just as he accepted you.

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Having respected your wishes not to engage in any sexual activities before marriage, you two waited for the big night, anticipating the pleasure of having each other's bodies.

Tommy had told you through the weeks leading up to your wedding day that he would be gentle, as he assumed you were still a virgin and had no experience with men. He also told you that he would teach you everything there was to know about sex, which was a prospect that excited you.

You knew that being abstinent for more than four months, must have been difficult for a man his age, and you couldn't help but admire him for his respect towards you and your decision to wait until your wedding night.

Unlike many other men, he said that he had no interest in the services of prostitutes and you believed him. He showed you that intimacy was not just about sex but more about the emotional connection between two people. But as each day passed, the tension between you two grew stronger and stronger.

The big night finally arrived. You had taken a bath, washing your whole body using a lavender-scented soap and then slid your body gently into a silky nightgown that you had bought in an expensive store downtown especially for you wedding night. As you looked at the mirror, you could not help but feel a bit nervous.

Tommy knocked gently on your door and after a short moment, he opened it up.

As you stood there in your nightgown, he couldn't help but stare. His eyes wandered over every bit of your body, and you could see the hunger in his eyes from a mile away.

Approaching you, he gently took your hand and drew you closer to him. His other arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you into a tight embrace. You could feel the heat radiating off his body, making your core tighten.

"You are beautiful, Love," Thomas whispered in your ear, brushing a loose tendril of hair from your face, his breath warm against your skin.

He then took hold of your left hand again and tenderly kissed your wedding ring – a token of your eternal love. Your heart raced and your nerves tingled at his tender display of affection. Your cheeks felt flushed and the room seemed to be spinning as the moment you'd been waiting for your entire life was finally about to happen.

Your hands felt clammy and you were struggling to find the words to respond to the man you'd married.

"Tommy," you gasped. "I want you," you stammered, looking up into his sharp, handsome face.

He caught your gaze with a knowing smile. "Good, because I want you too," Thomas said, with his eyes blazing and expectant.

As you looked into his eyes, you felt yourself being swept away on a tide of anticipation and desire.

Thomas stood in front of you, his fingers tracing the outline of your delicate collarbone.

He leaned in to softly kiss your quivering lips. His tongue danced upon yours for a mere moment before he pulled away. Slowly, he unbuttoned your night dress and let it fall gently to the floor, revealing your perky, young breasts to the cool air of the bedroom.

He took a moment to admire your inexperienced and vulnerable beauty before he began to trail kisses down your neck, across your chest, and onto your sensitive nipples.

"Oh God," you gasped, your hands clenching in his thick, dark hair as he teased you with his mouth.

"You like that, do you?" Thomas whispered, a wicked grin on his face.

The heat between your thighs became unbearable. You wanted him to do more, to touch you there, to do away with the last scraps of clothing that separated you from the man you married.

"Why don't you lie down for me, Love?" Thomas suggested, as he began to remove his own clothes.

You nodded eagerly, unable to find your voice in the intensity of the moment. Your breath hitched as you watched him undress. His muscled chest and chiseled abdomen were revealed to you as he shed his shirt, and your mouth went dry as he removed his trousers to stand proudly before you.

You laid back against the plush, velvet pillows, feeling self-conscious about your own nakedness in front of such a strong, confident man.

You noticed that his member stood tall and rigid, ready to claim you as his.

"Stop looking at my cock and lay back, Sweetheart," Thomas chuckled, sensing your discomfort. "I promise I won't hurt you," he then reassured you and you swallowed hard, nodding in compliance as you scooted further up on the bed.

Thomas followed, crawling up the bed with a seductive grace. He settled between your thighs and you trembled with anticipation.

"Open for me," Thomas whispered, his fingers lightly tracing your slick folds.

You whimpered at the sensation of his touch, your body tensing as he explored you intimately. Slowly, you obeyed his demand and allowed your legs to fall open. You felt exposed and vulnerable, but also safe in Thomas' arms, which held you with a protectiveness you needed in this new and uncertain moment.

"Good girl," Thomas praised, his fingers circling your clit with a tantalizing slowness. "You are already so nice and wet for me, eh?" Thomas whispered, a suggestive smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.

You nodded, biting your lower lip as Thomas began to circle your clit with his thumb, all the while keeping his fingers buried inside of you.

"You are so beautiful Y/N. I am a lucky man," Thomas murmured, sensing your pleasure at his touch.

You nodded again, too caught up in the euphoria of the moment to find your voice.

Thomas began to thrust his fingers back and forth, his thumb continuing to rub your clit in slow, steady circles.

You threw your head back and moaned, your hips moving with a mind of their own. The pleasure was overwhelming, and you could feel yourself getting close to the edge.

"Let go for me, Love," Thomas whispered, his voice hoarse with desire. "Let yourself go. I promise you'll enjoy it."

With those words, something inside of you snapped. You closed your eyes and let the waves of pleasure wash over you, your body shaking with the intensity of your orgasm.

"That's it," Thomas murmured, his voice full of satisfaction. "That's my good girl. You're so beautiful when you cum, sweetheart," Thomas said, his voice thick with lust as he brushed a strand of hair from your sweaty forehead.

You smiled weakly, still catching your breath after the powerful release you had just experienced. You had never felt anything like that before and you couldn't believe how intensely Thomas had been able to make you feel.

"I love you Tommy ," you whispered, half-ashamed of the needy tone in your voice.

Thomas kissed you softly, his lips tasting of salt and lust. "I love you too, my wife," he said, before his hand started to wander down your body again.

His fingers found your wetness once more and he stroked you gently before, finally, climbing on top of you.

"I'm going to fuck you now, Love," Thomas whispered, his breath hot against your cheek as he teased your entrance with his tip.

"Please be gentle , Tommy," you pleaded, feeling overwhelmed by the sheer size and intensity of Thomas' manhood.

He nodded, his eyes blazing with desire. "Of course, Sweetheart. I'll be as gentle as I can," he said and, with that, he slowly began to push himself inside of you.

You gasped at the initial pain and pressure of his penetration, clutching onto the sheets as he filled you up completely.

Thomas paused for a moment, allowing you to adjust to his size.

"Are you alright, Love?" he asked, his voice laced with concern.

You nodded, biting your lower lip as you tried to relax and accommodate his girth.

"Yes, I'm okay," you assured him, and Thomas began to thrust in and out of you with slow, deliberate movements.

At first, it felt foreign and slightly painful, but as Thomas' rhythm gradually picked up speed, your discomfort gave way to a growing sense of pleasure and desire.

"You feel so good, Sweetheart," Thomas groaned, as he plunged deeper and deeper inside of you.

Your legs wrapped around Thomas' waist, drawing him closer still, as you moaned and writhed beneath him.

You had never experienced such intense pleasure before, and you could feel yourself edging closer and closer to the precipice of climax.

You clung to Thomas, your fingernails digging into the taut muscles of his back as you moaned and gasped beneath him.

"Oh, God, Tommy," you panted, your hips bucking to meet his thrusts. "I think I'm going to cum again."

Thomas' eyes blazed with a fierce hunger as he drove himself deeper inside of you, your bodies slapping together in a primal dance.

"That's right, Love. Cum for me," Thomas growled, his voice low and husky.

"I want to feel you tighten around me, Love. I want to hear you scream my name while I make you come."

With those filthy words, Thomas thrust deeper and harder into you, sending wave after wave of pulsating pleasure surging through your body.

"Yes, Tommy! Yes!" you screamed, your voice mingling with his deep, guttural grunts.

"Fuck, you feel so tight and warm. So fucking good," Thomas groaned, sweat dripping from his brow as he plunged into your depths again and again.

"Don't cum inside me ," you gasped, suddenly remembering a crucial detail as you had previously discussed that you were not yet ready to have children with him.

"I won't," Thomas groaned. "But I need to feel you a little longer. You just feel too good around my cock, Love," Thomas pleaded as he continued to drive himself in and out of you with wild, untamed passion.

You could feel another orgasm building within you, and you knew it would be powerful. You wanted to hold off for as long as possible, wanting to savor every exquisite sensation that Thomas was eliciting from your hyper-sensitive body.

But your pleasure took over and you succumbed to the tidal wave of ecstasy that washed over you. You screamed his name as you squeezed your thighs around his flexing hips.

"Good girl," Thomas panted in your ear, swirling his hips as he forced yet another powerful orgasm from your aching flesh. "So good. So, so fucking good."

You arched your back and collapsed against the bed, trembling beneath him as pain, pleasure, shame and wonderment coursed through your veins like liquid fire.

"Fuck, I am going to cum," Thomas groaned, the thickness of his cock throbbing within you before pulling out quickly and spraying sticky streaks of semen over your stomach, breasts, and bedsheets.

Both of you were breathing heavily as the room filled with the scent of your mutual pleasure, stocks damp with your fluids and mixed with the evidence of his release on your skin.

Neither of you spoke for a few moments, enjoying the quiet moment of contentment that came on the heels of such intense satisfaction.

Thomas broke the silence, removing evidence of his release from your body, as one would clean a precious piece of artwork after its masterpiece was finished.

"Did I hurt you, Love?" Thomas asked, his eyes softening as they met yours.

"No, I-I wanted that," you admitted, your body still shivering from the intense pleasure. "It was perfect," you told him, and he smiled, leaning down to kiss you softly, recalling how long he wanted to do this.

Unbeknownst to you, he had been wanting you for many years and now, finally, you were his. His wife. His possession. His triumph.

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Audio: Batman Begins(2005)

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Cillian Murphy as Agent Raymond Leon In Time | 2011

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Won’t You Be My Neighbor?

Part 9

Previous part here

**Warning: mature sexual content. 18+ ONLY! Minors, DNI!!!**

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“I’ll give this to your dad, and he can sign it for you,” Y/N said as she took the slip of paper from Max while he sat in one of the barstools at her kitchen island. It was another permission slip for something, and he’d asked Y/N to sign it as he’d pulled it out of his backpack.

“Can’t you just sign it?” Max asked her.

“I would, honey,” she replied. “But only moms or dads are supposed to do that.”

“You’re kind of like our mom,” he responded without missing a beat.

Upon hearing that, Y/N had to turn away from him, sudden tears nearly escaping her eyes as she digested the incredibly sweet and innocent way he’d said that, not realizing it was such a weighted statement. The fact that Max saw her that way was unbelievably touching and also a little shocking.

Collecting herself, Y/N turned back around.

“I’ll make sure your dad signs it, ok?” she said to him.

“Ok,” he agreed, sliding off the stool and heading outside.

Now alone, Y/N’s thoughts traveled to Emmett. She hadn’t been able to stop thinking about their evening together at her house, or their flirtatious exchange several days later, but since then, Emmett hadn’t taken any action or said anything else to her to further hint that he was in fact interested in her that way. He wasn’t acting cold, per se, but whatever had come out during those times, he’d clearly tucked it back away, and she wondered why.

Had he simply gotten caught up in the moment, but wasn’t actually feeling what she was feeling? Or maybe he had been interested, but after further consideration, realized that she wasn’t what he wanted. She guessed that that was likely the case, and she felt the familiar pain of rejection and practiced the trademark self-criticism she put herself through often.

She reprimanded herself, telling herself that she shouldn’t be so surprised, but it didn’t make the sting any less painful. She had thought that she and Emmett were maybe going somewhere, that their connection was palpable and that maybe she could have with him what she’d always wanted.

But then again, maybe it was for the best, anyways, she thought. As unbelievably touching as it was, it could be a problem if Max and Henry were starting to see her as a mother figure, because she and Emmett weren’t in a relationship, and she didn’t want them feeling confused or for Emmett to feel like she was overstepping in any way.

Before she could give it anymore thought, her phone dinged, and she saw that she had a text message from Stacy.

Hey girl, any chance you’re interested in a set up? I know this guy from work who I think you’d hit it off with. He wants to take you out.

Y/N hesitated for a moment, surprised by the idea. Why did it feel like some sort of betrayal to Emmett if she said yes to Stacy’s offer? But then, she reminded herself that she and Emmett weren’t actually involved in any way, and since Emmett obviously wasn’t interested, why shouldn’t she try and move on? Deep down, she knew the date wouldn’t be anything that would develop – reciprocated or not, she had feelings for Emmett. But, it couldn’t hurt to try and distract herself while she worked to make those feelings go away. Before she could talk herself out of it, she sent a response to Stacy.

•.•.•.•.•

“So, what’s the latest story with you and Y/N? Anything happen there yet?”

Stacy was leaning against the bench at Emmett’s shop as she waited for him to finish the task he was currently working on. She’d dropped by to bring him something to eat during her lunch hour, something she occasionally did in order to give them a chance to catch up. As he heard her question, Emmett stopped what he was doing and looked over at her.

“Is that the real reason you came by? To stick your nose in my business?” he asked.

“I’m just trying to understand why you haven’t made a move there yet,” Stacy replied. “With this little arrangement you have, you guys are practically functioning like a couple anyways. Why not just add in the sex and make it official?”

Emmett shot her a look.

“If you think I’m going to talk to you about my sex life, you’re sorely mistaken.”

Stacy snorted.

“We’re talking about you finally having a sex life again,” she retorted. “And from the chemistry I’ve picked up on between you and Y/N, it looks like it could be damn good.”

Emmett shot her another look.

“Well, thanks for dropping by,” he said as he pointed to the door.

“Oh, come on!” Stacy said. “I’m just trying to understand why you won’t do anything about it. You clearly have feelings for her. I can tell whenever you talk about what the boys have been up to with her. And she obviously feels the same – I see it every time I run into her.”

“How much do I need to pay you for you to let this go?” Emmett asked as he washed his hands at the sink beside the counter.

“I can’t be bought off,” Stacy replied.

After moving over to the bench and leaning against it next to Stacy, Emmett crossed his arms and let out a deep breath.

“She’s fragile,” he said. “She’s been hurt and treated poorly, and it clearly still affects her. I don’t know that she’s ready for another relationship, or whatever.”

It was true. After their most recent encounters, Emmett couldn’t get Y/N off his mind. But after he’d had more time to think about it, he realized that maybe she was still too raw from her previous relationship. She still could get so defensive, and although that didn’t bother him, now that he understood why, maybe it was a sign that she wasn’t ready for anything, that she still needed more time.

“You of all people should know that self-doubt is something that’s not easy to shake,” Stacy replied. “But that doesn’t mean that someone isn’t open and available for a connection. And you two clearly have that.”

Emmett scrubbed his hand over his jaw.

“I don’t want her to do anything she’s not ready to do,” he said.

Stacy turned and looked at him.

“I think you’re underestimating her,” she said. “And you both deserve to be happy.”

After a few moments of silence, Emmett turned and grabbed the bag of food Stacy had brought with her off the bench. After looking inside, he spoke.

“What would make me happy is if you could for once get the food order right.”

•.•.•.•.•

Leaving Emmett’s shop, Stacy paused before starting her car in order to send Y/N a message. If Emmett wasn’t going to make things happen, then she’d have to step in. Of course, she admired his desire to be respectful of Y/N and not want to pressure her, but he also could be so sure that he had things figured out, when in fact, he was wrong. She also knew that Y/N had a habit of trying to distract herself when things weren’t going great – she remembered Y/N telling her about all the ridiculous hobbies she tried to pick up after she first got divorced. She was fairly certain Y/N would agree to a blind date to try and forget about Emmett, and it would be just enough for Emmett to get jealous enough to do something. Smiling to herself, Stacy sent Y/N a message, and her smile grew bigger as she read Y/N’s response.

Sure, I’m game. When and where?

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A week later, Y/N was busy going over a bunch of lists of picnic supplies, potluck sign-ups, and RSVPs. The neighborhood’s annual block party was that weekend, and she had volunteered to help organize it, along with several of the other neighbors. It was yet another distraction from Emmett, which she welcomed when they’d asked her if she wanted to help.

Things between them were still friendly and positive, but they hadn’t had any more intimate interactions since the previous couple weeks. She tried not to dwell on it as she picked up her phone and began calling everyone who hadn’t yet RSVPd for the block party. Distraction was the name of the game, and if that meant figuring out how many picnic tables they’d need and how much potato salad it would take to feed 80 people, then dammit, she’d do it.

•.•.•.•.•

The day of the block party came, and everything had been going off without a hitch. Y/N and some of the other neighbors had been dashing around to make sure that everything was taken care of, and when things had finally settled after the first couple of hours and everything was flowing nicely, she finally had a chance to just relax and enjoy the company of everyone.

She and Emmett had met eyes a few times throughout the party, but they had yet to actually connect, and maybe that was for the best. She shouldn’t try to insert herself more than was natural if he wasn’t feeling what she was.

God, he made it hard, though. He was his signature charming self as she watched him talking and laughing with neighbors while also occasionally checking on Henry and Max as they ran around and played. He got roped into a game of Dads vs. Kids kickball, but it was the slow dance he was forced into with a 90-year-old neighbor lady when the music started that made Y/N unable to stop grinning. She gave him a sympathetic smile when he looked up and their eyes met across the sidewalk, and when he shrugged his shoulders at her helplessly, Y/N laughed before shaking her head and resuming her conversation at the picnic table.

Finally escaping the arms of his elderly neighbor, Emmett made his way back to the table he’d been sitting at with several other guys from the neighborhood and resumed talking. But shortly, he was distracted as he picked up his drink and saw Y/N move to another table out of the corner of his eye. She began chatting with the women at the table, and he watched her warmly smile at the others and laugh, her beautiful face glowing and her sweetness tangible. He had a hard time keeping himself from getting up and going to her.

She then shifted in her seat, and Emmett found himself unable to look away as another neighbor suddenly came up to Y/N and carefully passed her the bundled up baby she was holding in her arms. Her expression indescribable, Y/N’s entire focus shifted to the baby, and something stirred in Emmett as he watched her lovingly hold it as she kept talking to the mother. Suddenly, an image of Y/N – glowing and pregnant with his baby – entered his mind, and it took him a moment to get the picture out of his head.

Sensing someone watching her, Y/N turned her head and met Emmett’s eyes, and when she did, her heart skipped a beat as she met his smile with one of her own.

A little while later, as people were having dessert and the kids were running around the street with sparklers, Y/N grabbed a trash bag and began weaving among the tables as she collected empty soda cans and drink bottles. As she dropped a few into the bag, she suddenly heard Emmett behind her.

“Are you collecting those to use on me later?”

Smiling, Y/N turned around to face him, holding a bottle in her hand.

“Maybe,” she said, and then dramatically dropped the bottle into the bag. As it made a clinking sound, she smiled again. “Never hurts to stock up.”

Emmett smiled.

“I thought I’d finally gotten on your good side,” he teased her.

Regardless of the idea that he didn’t share her feelings, Y/N couldn’t help but to flirt back. He made it so irresistible, even if he didn’t mean anything behind it.

“Yeah, but I doubt you’ll stay there long,” she said.

Emmett was itching to grab her, but before either of them could say anything else, someone called Y/N’s name and told her they needed more napkins and plates for dessert.

“Here, make yourself useful,” Y/N said to Emmett as she passed him the trash bag. Then she gave him a final smile before heading towards her house.

Y/N ran inside her kitchen to grab more of the paper plates and napkins that had been stored at her house for the party. As she was moving around the kitchen, she heard her back door open and saw Stacy come inside as she looked up.

Stacy had come to the party with her own kids to join in on the fun, and she offered to help Y/N as she entered her kitchen. She had a little probing to do, and wanted to get confirmation straight from Y/N about her suspicions after witnessing what had just happened between her and Emmett.

“Oh, that’s ok, I’ve got it,” Y/N replied to her offer to help. “So how are you?”

“Good,” Stacy replied as she leaned against the island. “Really good. I’m so happy about you and Emmett, by the way.”

Y/N’s heart skipped a beat, and she abruptly lifted her head and looked at Stacy.

“What do you mean?” she asked, cocking her head. “What about us?”

“The two of you finally getting together,” Stacy prompted, waving her hand in the air for clarity. “Don’t worry, I’m not going to make a big deal of it; I can see that you’re keeping it quiet. But I’m so glad.”

Y/N shifted her weight to her other foot, then slowly shook her head. “Stacy, we’re not together,” she said.

“You’re not?”

“No.” Y/N shook her head again.

“Really? But you two…it seemed so obvious.”

“How so?”

“Well, just the way you behave around each other,” Stacy explained. “I noticed it a long time ago.” She smiled almost mischievously. “It’s subtle enough, but anyone looking closely can clearly see what’s between you two.”

Y/N blushed and shook her head.

“Since I started helping with the boys, Emmett and I have gotten to know each other better and, because of that, become closer. But friendship is all it is.”

She couldn’t disguise the disappointment on her face as she said that, which Stacy noticed.

“Well, you could have fooled me,” she replied. She then pushed herself off of the counter and folded her arms as she eyed Y/N quizzically.

“Can you honestly say that you don’t have feelings for him?” Stacy asked her.

Y/N drew in a breath and slowly exhaled. She looked distractedly at the countertop and mindlessly ruffled the paper napkins.

“Even if I did,” she said quietly. “I don’t think he feels the same way.”

“I wouldn’t be so sure,” Stacy replied. “He can be stubborn, is all.”

“Well, regardless, it’s a tricky situation,” Y/N said. “Even if he did feel the same way, which I don’t think he does, I don’t want to cause any confusion for Max and Henry.”

“They’d see that you and their dad care about each other,” Stacy countered. “What’s confusing about that?”

“I’m not their mother,” Y/N replied.

“You’re more of a mother to them than their actual mother ever was.”

Y/N frowned.

“I’m sure that’s not true,” she said.

Stacy stood up straighter, not addressing her previous statement any further.

“So, there’s nothing going on between you two?” she asked.

“No,” Y/N shook her head.

“Ok, so then do you still want to meet Sam? I told him you’re free next Friday. I think you guys will hit it off.”

“Yeah, sure,” Y/N replied. She tried to look excited.

“Great! I’ll tell him it’s on.”

Heading back outside, Stacy found Emmett at one of the tables gathering empty cans, and she spoke as she walked up beside him.

“Next Friday, you can plan on the boys being at my house after camp,” she said to him. “Y/N won’t be able to watch them if you have to work late, so they can come to my house.”

Emmett turned to her.

“What do you mean? How do you know that?”

“She’s got plans; she just told me.”

“With you?” Emmett asked.

“No,” Stacy shook her head. “She’s got a date. I set her up with this guy from my work and she agreed to go out with him.”

Upon hearing that, Emmett suddenly tensed.

“You did what?” he asked as he frowned.

“I asked her if she wanted to be set up with a guy from my job, and she said yes. I figured it was fine since you guys aren’t involved. If she’s ready to date, then what’s the harm?”

Emmett felt himself getting angry, which wasn’t a frequent occurrence. The idea of another guy taking Y/N out and getting cozy with her was not something he liked at all. Clearly, if she agreed to the date, she was open to a possible relationship, and whatever was between the two of them wasn’t enough to stop her from taking Stacy up on her offer. He glared at her.

“You need to learn to mind your own business,” he said. He then shoved the trash bag he was holding into her hands and headed toward Y/N’s house.

As Emmett made his way around the back of the house, he could hear Y/N moving around in her kitchen. As he opened the door and headed up the steps, she spoke.

“Hey, Stacy, can you grab these – oh, hi.”

Looking over her shoulder, she saw Emmett standing in the doorway, and he didn’t look happy.

“Is everything ok?” she asked him as she fully turned around.

Emmett stepped further into the kitchen, still looking at her.

“It sounds like it is for you,” he answered her.

“Huh?” she furrowed her brow.

“Stacy told me about your plans next Friday,” he said. “Didn’t think to check with me first?”

Y/N looked back at him confusedly.

“Ummm, I didn’t think it’d be a problem, since she offered to come by and get the boys and watch them at her place.”

“So, you thought you could just plan that without telling me?”

Y/N eyed him warily. They weren’t involved, so what made him think he had any say in anything she did?

“I didn’t think I needed your permission to make personal plans,” she said. “Especially when they have nothing to do with you.”

Emmett glared.

“You should have asked me first.”

At that, Y/N’s expression changed to one of annoyed disbelief, and she put her hands on her hips as she spoke again.

“Last I checked, you’re not in charge of my social life.”

“Someone ought to be in charge of you,” Emmett said as he stepped closer.

Y/N’s heart rate began to speed up. Where was this coming from?

“You clearly want nothing to do with me, so what do you care?” she asked him defensively. “Why are you getting so mad?”

“Why are you being such a brat?” he replied.

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me.”

Scoffing, Y/N shook her head and pointed to the door.

“Get out,” she said to him.

“Make me,” he replied.

Narrowing her eyes, Y/N took a step closer to him and made to shove him, but when she lifted her arms, Emmett grabbed her wrists and held her still. Their eyes locked for just a second before he roughly pulled her closer and their lips crashed together in an angry kiss.

Y/N tried to pull her wrists from Emmett’s grip, but he only moved his lips more forcefully against hers and pushed her backwards, her lower back meeting the edge of the island as she made a whimpering sound. Her heart racing, she tried once more with all her strength to pull her wrists out of his grasp, and when she did, she immediately flung her arms around his neck instead, pulling him closer as he planted his hands on her hips. Leaning forward even more, Emmett inserted his knee between her legs, and he heard her make a noise as the fabric of his pants brushed against the bare skin of her thighs under her skirt. He pulled away from her mouth and their eyes met again for a moment before he raised his hands slightly higher on her sides and gripped her torso, picking her up and lifting her onto the island top in front of him. He then roughly pulled her legs apart and planted himself between them again before grabbing the back of her neck and pulling her face to his once more.

Y/N moaned as their lips met again, and her hands immediately reached for his shoulders. She gripped his shirt as he encouraged her to scoot closer to the edge of the counter, and when he violently squeezed her ass as he pulled her to him, she gripped his shoulders and sank her nails into his skin in response as a surprised and mildly pained squeak escaped her.

Emmett pulled away from her mouth, looking at her again before dropping his head in the crook of her neck and kissing her there as he spoke.

“You’re such a brat,” he said, his voice low and gravelly. “Always such a Goddamn handful.” He kissed her neck again and slipped his hands under her skirt, pushing it up around her hips.

“You’re a jerk,” she replied as she lifted her hands and tried to unbutton his shirt. She only got two or three undone before Emmett grabbed her hands and pulled them down, pressing her palms against the counter and holding them there.

“Be quiet,” he told her, and then she turned her head to meet his lips once again, leaning into him as he released her hands.

Y/N glided her palms up his front and then dragged her fingers across his chest as Emmett shoved her skirt out of the way once more. He then reached up and pulled her hands away from him, forcing his own hands between them and cupping her breasts through her tank top. As he squeezed her, Y/N moaned into his mouth, grabbing the sides of his face and keeping him close as he pinched her nipples. When she whimpered again, Emmett lowered his hands from her breasts to her hips, hooking his fingers in the hem of her panties. He wrapped his other arm around her waist and quickly lifted her up to tug them off. They slid down her legs and off her, falling to the floor, and they kissed again as Y/N’s hands brushed with Emmett’s as they both fought to open his pants. Y/N could feel how hard he was as she slid her palm over him, and her heart skipped a beat as Emmett groaned at her touch. But quickly, he pushed her hand out of the way, still kissing her as he drew himself out of his briefs and then roughly pulled Y/N the last bit to the edge of the counter to bring her as close as possible. In one swift movement, he entered her, and Y/N wrenched her lips from his and released an unbelievably sexy whine before wrapping her legs around Emmett’s waist. She gripped his shoulders again and her head fell forward against him as she felt him push deeper inside her.

Emmett groaned as he felt her walls clamp around him, and the sound of her little gasps as he began to move in and out of her were so insanely sexy that he couldn’t think straight.

“Not so sassy now, are you, princess?” he said lowly as he thrusted in and out of her again. “Hmm?”

“You’re...you’re a jerk,” Y/N breathed out again as her body rocked back and forth with his. But when Emmett responded by reaching down and pinching her clit between his thumb and forefinger, she couldn’t do anything else except let out a small cry. She gripped his shoulders tighter, but he quickly pulled her away from him and pushed her back against the island instead, now fully reclined as her back met the countertop.

Gripping her hips, Emmett looked down at her and their eyes met. It didn’t last long, though, as Y/N almost immediately squeezed her eyes shut in pleasure as Emmett picked up his pace, thrusting even harder in and out of her. When she squirmed on the counter, Emmett swiped his fingers over her clit again. She immediately arched her back and her walls clamped down in response, and Emmett’s mind became even foggier as he felt her tightening around him. But it was when she said his name that he lost it completely.

“Emmett...” she breathed out in barely a whisper, and with a few final repeated strokes to her clit, she came with a silent scream, her mouth falling open but no sound escaping. Emmett wasn’t able to stay quite as quiet as he followed immediately after her, groaning as he came before finally halting his movements as he leaned forward over her on the island, bracing himself with his forearms along her thighs as he rested his forehead on her stomach.

Slowly opening her eyes, Y/N stared up at the ceiling as she tried to catch her breath, vaguely aware of the party still going on outside. She could feel Emmett’s own strained breaths against her stomach, but she had no idea how to even process what had just happened between them.

There wasn’t any time to do so, however, as she suddenly heard one of the neighbors calling for her through the open window towards the front of the house, and when they heard footsteps coming towards her back door, Y/N quickly lifted herself up and shoved Emmett aside, jumping off the island and scrambling to step back into her panties as Emmett quickly zipped up his pants. When the neighbor called to her from the door again about needing her help with something, Y/N swallowed drily and then answered.

“I’ll be right there!” she called back.

Straightening her skirt, Y/N still couldn’t even process what had just happened. Instead, she looked over her shoulder at Emmett but said nothing when their eyes met, and before he could speak, Y/N turned and went down the steps and out the back door, leaving without a word and completely avoiding him for the rest of the night.

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Debt Paid (Thomas Shelby Blurb)

Warning: Non-Con, Virginity Loss, CNC

It was a Friday afternoon when you were sent to Thomas Shelby's office in Birmingham and you felt like lamb led to the slaughter, ready to be devoured whole. Your father's debts had piled up high – so high it blackened your mother's delicate complexion and buried your little brother's innocence from a pauper's upbringing.

You had to settle these debts with nothing less than your innocence and purity. That is why you stood at the threshold of Thomas Shelby's office, your whole being shivering, your lungs collecting dust instead of air.

You could see that Shelby's office exuded rich mahogany furniture, intricately crafted wooden carvings on the walls, and large floor-to-ceiling windows offering views of Peaky Blinders territories below. Yet, despite the grandeur, it reeked of death and decay. Much like Shelby himself.

You stepped inside, softly like a cat, skulking into his presence.

Shelby looked up from the ledgers he was looking over, his dark hair falling into his piercing eyes. He was an intimidating sight, with a muscular frame and an air of authority that surrounded him like a cloak. You felt yourself shrinking before him, wishing you could be swallowed up by the large Turkish rug beneath your feet.

"You are quite a picture of innocence, eh" he said almost aggressively, causing you to shiver. "Come closer, Love," he ordered and you didn't move at first, rooted to the spot by fear and disgust.

"Please sir , I beg you not to do this. I will find another way, I promise." You said tearfully, uncertainty painted all over your face.

He didn't reply but rose from his seat, and you stumbled backward, trying to put distance between the two of you. But he moved swiftly, with a predator's grace, closing the space with each step.

He closed the door behind him and locked it, the metallic clatter of the key echoing in the silence that followed. Your heart hammered, fear gathering in your chest.

"I'm sorry," you murmured, squeezing your eyes shut as you walked towards his desk, shivering quietly.

"Don't be sorry," he murmured back, so close behind you that you could feel the heat radiating off his body. You felt his hand on your shoulder, turning you around. You opened your eyes and looked up at him, terror written all over your face.

"Now, I don't have all day, so I need you to be a good girl and bend over my desk," Thomas Shelby ordered you , his voice cold and detached. The room spun around you as his powerful hands spun you roughly around. The air smelled of cigar smoke, whiskey, and beneath that, something you couldn't quite put your finger on—submission.

Thomas Shelby's office made you shudder, with its rich mahogany outfitting and the countless rows of books lining every available wall space. The floor-to-ceiling windows overlooked the sprawling, prevailing Birmingham cityscape. It rendered you powerless beneath his iron grip, more vulnerable than ever.

"Please Mr Shelby. I don't - ," you whimpered, your voice wavering in desperation, but you were cut off by the gangster's hands who pushed you down against his Mahagony table.

"Sshh, quiet now," Shelby muttered darkly into your ear as he pushed you down, making you bend over against his desk. "Stay nice and still for me, Love."

Tears rolled down your cheeks as you began as you nodded in defeat while the much older man lifted up your skirt.

His calloused hands yanked your panties down your legs like a man possessed, causing you to wince in pain. His fingers found their way to your aching virgin hole causing you to stiffen and squirm beneath him. The sensation was foreign, as he slowly pushed his index finger into your dry hole.

"Fuck, Love. Your hole is so small," Thomas Shelby sneered as he continued to force his finger into you, drawing blood. The smell of iron filled the room, but he didn't seem to care. His grasp tightened around your wrists, making you gasp at the pain.

A wave of disgust and shame washed over you as he pulled his finger out and wiped it on his handkerchief, before placing same on his desk. The white fabric was stained with blood — your blood.

You then heard the man undo his belt , followed by the loud sound of his zipper leaving you trembling as you waited for him to assault you. The clicking sound of his belt was oddly loud in your ears, and every second seemed to stretch on forever. The thought of what Shelby was about to do to you made you queasy, and the entire situation started to feel surreal.

He grabbed one of your thighs and pulled it towards him, taking his place between your legs. Thomas Shelby's erect manhood touched your behind, feeling hot and smooth against your porcelain skin.

"You know, I've been wanting to fuck you since the moment I laid eyes on you," Thomas Shelby growled before placing a hand on your cheek.

He then licked his fingers and slowly rubbed them against your dry pussy lips, wetting your hole with his spit.

"Good girl. Nice and quiet now ," Thomas Shelby whispered gruffly, positioning himself behind you and aligning his manhood with your tight entrance. "This might sting a little," he warned as his coarse, raw length poked delicately against you, teasingly. Your heart pounded in your ears as he began to apply pressure, pushing inside your dry hole without an inch of yourself prepared.

A sharp, painful intake of breath escaped your lips as Thomas Shelby finally entered you with a steady thrust. Your inner walls stretched wider than ever before as he drove himself deeper inside, your blood smeared on the tip of his shaft.

"That's it, Love. Fuck," he hissed, pulling back almost entirely and slamming harder into you. The sound of your bones meeting ripped through the room, obliterating any sensible thought. Every thrust was more excruciating than before.

Tears flowed freely from your eyes, staining the polished mahogany underneath you as you strained to break free, but Shelby kept you pinned in place, brutally pounding your aching, battered hole.

"You are so tight, Love. Bleeding all over my cock," Thomas Shelby groaned as he continued to ravage your inexperience.

With every piston-like drive, the pain intensified, yet your feminine core trooper on, responding to the intrusion with a rhythmic trembling.

And so it continued, Shelby plowing into your tightness like an untamed beast, indifferent to the silent wails you tried to silence. His crown hit your cervix with each thrust, making you feel like your insides were on fire, and your voice continued to grow louder, sobbing from the pain.

"Please, no more. It hurts, it hurts!" you cried, trying to escape the agony by inching away, but there was nowhere for you to go, caged and cornered by his overpowering presence.

"I am almost done Love!" He responded, like this was some sort of natural, everyday activity that you should be forced to put up with. Your pain seemed to excite him more, and his thrusting grew more vigorous and relentless. You were just a body to him, a hole to fill, a source of pleasure.

"Just hold still for me now so that I can fill you up with my cum, sweetheart," Thomas Shelby commanded hoarsely, his grunts and moans reaching a frenzied pitch.

He took his time, savoring the sensation of your hot, wet pussy gripping him tightly. He closed his eyes and groaned, shuddering as he felt himself getting closer to reaching his orgasm.

"Fuck , yes, Love. I'm almost there. You're so fucking good," Thomas Shelby muttered through his gritted teeth, gripping your hips even tighter as, finally, he stilled.

He let out a low groan and you could feel the warm rush of his release as he filled you up, each spurt of his cum igniting another gasp of pain from you. He stayed there, buried deep inside you, as he caught his breath, before slowly pulling out.

You felt the mix of your blood and his cum drip down your thighs, leaving an undeniable mess on his expensive rug. Shelby stepped back, allowing you to stand up, wobbling on your feet.

He then handed you his handkerchief and ordered you to 'clean up'. Numbly, you followed his instructions, your hands trembling as they tried to remove every stitch of him from your body.

"Good girl ," Thomas Shelby commented, walking casually back to his desk and, after you finished cleaning yourself up, Shelby dismissed you with a flick of his wrist. "See yourself out," was all he said, as he returned to his papers, the loss of his attention sending you stumbling back to reality. Physically broken and emotionally decimated, the door slammed abruptly shut behind you.

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Cillian Holding Cillian Holding A Gun 🎀🦢

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An Illicit Affair

Part 31: Taking a Turn

Pairing: Cillian Murphy (46) x Reader (23)

Warning: Age-Gap, Taboo Relationship, Infidelity

After he left the hospital, Cillian tried to call Danielle but, as he had expected, she did not pick up the phone.

Following three attempts to reach her, he gave up and made contact with the bank in an attempt to figure out the make and model of the car that she had bought. After a lengthy exchange with an employee, he found out the name of the agency through which Danielle had purchased the car and after ringing them, he got the details he was hoping for.

His heart sank as the make and model matched those of the car that had been following you and whilst he realized that Danielle was upset and hurt, he had never considered her to be a woman who could kill.

"Do you need any more assistance, sir?" the employee asked.

"No, that will be all. Thank you," Cillian muttered, cutting the call as a barrage of thoughts consumed his mind, conjuring a whirlwind of uncertainties, fears and danger.

He sat there, in his car, the engine humming in the background, and stared blankly out the windshield, contemplating his next move.

He knew he shouldn't jump to conclusions, but the evidence stacked against Danielle was enough to incriminate her.

He took a deep breath, unsure of what to do, conscious of the risk he was about to take.

Cillian pulled out his phone and dialed the first number that came to his mind. It was the phone number of his divorce lawyer, Ari, and whilst Cillian knew that Ari did not handle criminal cases, he was certain that he could provide him with some much-needed guidance. After all, the situation he found himself in was as far from normal as it could be.

He couldn't believe that the woman he had once loved and admired had stooped so low and he knew that he had to tread carefully now.

"Cillian," Ari's voice echoed through the speaker as he picked up the phone. "What can I do for you?"

Cillian took a deep breath, bracing himself for the onslaught of questions and concerns that were sure to follow. "Ari, I need your help," he began, his voice low and tense.

"Alright, tell me what's going on," Ari replied calmly, his tone level and measured and Cillian hesitated, unsure of where to begin, knowing that the revelations he was about to make would change everything.

"It's Danielle," he admitted, his voice heavy with guilt and regret. "I think she has been following Y/N and I have reason to believe that she intentionally hit her before driving off," he continued, the words tumbling out of his mouth in a rush.

There was a pause on the other end of the line, and Cillian could imagine the surprise and confusion on Ari's face.

"Y/N?" Ari asked, trying to recall your name. "She is the women you have been seeing, correct?" he then asked, still processing the information that Cillian had presented to him.

"Yes, that's her," Cillian confirmed. "She was hit by a car and is in hospital now with significant injuries, man. She could have died," Cillian told his lawyer with a shaky voice who sighed deeply before responding.

"And you think that Danielle caused the accident, intentionally?" Ari asked, his voice laced with disbelief, though Cillian could hear the skepticism in his tone.

"That is a very serious accusation. Have you spoken to her about it?" he continued.

Cillian sighed, running a hand through his hair, leaving it in disarray, his composure crumbling. "She hasn't been answering any of my calls or messages," he admitted, kicking himself for not having done anything about his ex-wife's obsessive behavior sooner. "The car that hit Y/N is the same make and model she recently purchased for our son," he added, anxiety tinging his voice.

"I see," Ari replied, his tone now more guarded. "Cillian, I understand that you're upset, but accusing someone of attempted murder is a very serious matter. Do you have any other evidence to support your suspicions?" he asked, seeking clarity.

Cillian sighed, frustration building up in his chest. "Apart from a series of threatening messages towards me, no, I don't. But I have a feeling that this is not a coincidence," Cillian replied, his voice trembling with a mix of anger and fear.

Ari sighed, taking in the information. "Okay, I hear what you're saying, Cillian. But we can't just go to the police with a hunch," he said, trying to reason with his client.

Cillian nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation. "You're right. I just...need to know that she's not going to hurt Y/N again," Cillian finished, his voice laced with desperation.

"She doesn't have a separate bank account yet and I can probably get copies of the statements for her credit card to see if it has been used in the past few weeks. If she did it, she would have had to be in London," Ari suggested, trying to help Cillian to figure things out.

"If we can prove that she has been in London then maybe it is enough for the police to question her, but again, Cillian, I must insist that you tread carefully. It would be terrible for everyone involved if this turns out to be a misunderstanding and it would most certainly impact your divorce proceedings against her," Ari warned, concern coloring his voice.

Cillian nodded, understanding the weight of the consequences. "I understand," he told Ari who then told him that he would be calling him back in about an hour or so, after looking through the bank statements.

Cillian agreed and after hanging up, he didn't move an inch. He just sat there, his thoughts and emotions at war, his mind racing with a thousand scenarios, each more terrifying than the one before.

As the minutes passed, the surroundings began to fade away until there was nothing left but the deafening pounding of his heart. It echoed painfully throughout his entire body, a painful reminder of his fears.

Eventually, he drew a shaky breath and forced himself back to reality.

Cillian cast a glance over his shoulder and out the window. The bustling streets of the city were a welcome distraction from the turmoil that raged within. The sun was beginning to set, brilliant hues of orange and pink painted the sky and cast long shadows over the buildings. He watched as people hurried to and from, pursuing their daily lives until, suddenly, the phone rang again. It was Ari.

"Cillian, I've got some news," his voice was serious, the tone of his voice reason enough to set Cillian's heart racing.

"Danielle has been taking frequent trips to London over the last month but she wasn't there on the day of the accident. She used her card in Dublin that day," Ari informed Cillian, his voice grave.

Cillian's heart sank as he took in the news. He was so sure that Danielle was the culprit and the fact that someone else could have hit you made him feel slightly relieved and, at the same time, frustrated. He needed answers, and fast.

"There is something else I found though ," Ari continued, snapping Cillian back to attention. "There was a transaction on your account ending 0865 this morning for 189 pounds. It was a charge from CemClean, a car detailing business in Chelsea," Ari informed Cillian, the significance of the information not lost on him.

Cillian frowned, puzzled by the revelation. "I didn't go to Chelsea today," he wondered aloud, his thoughts racing as he tried to piece together the puzzle which is when, suddenly, he remembered that he had given his card to Max who wanted to catch a taxi back home from the hospital when he had left.

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