Part Two

                                    

                                          
Me and Tommy walked down to the kitchen where all the chef's were preparing food.
There was one who quite clearly stood out than the rest.
As Tommy went to speak to him, I walked further down and into the cellar.
The smell of blood overwhelmed me as I walked down the steps. A buck, geese and other birds were all being drained and prepared by the chef. He looked at me as I walked towards him.
"I'm Katherine Shelby." I held out my hand for him to shake.
"Eh, my hand has blood." He stuttered in an Italian accent.
"Mine too." I smirked.
He shook it.
"You are Tommy's wife?" He asked.
"No." I scoffed. "Sister."
He nodded.
"I'm worried about Antonio up there." I spoke, referring to the man Tommy was speaking to. "Yeah he's acting very strange."
He didn't respond.
I flicked open the knife in my pocket and held it to his neck against the wall.
Tommy then walked down the steps.
"You were asking how many guests because Antonio needed me alone." Tommy spoke to him. "He's an assassin and he plans to kill me tomorrow."
"I don't know." The chef whimpered. "They just said bring him here."
I let him go.
"Well then bring him here." Tommy told him.
"Antonio!" The chef called to him.
Tommy stood behind the door as he picked up a rod used to hand animals from.
The door slowly opened and Antonio looked around suspiciously not seeing me or Tommy.
"Oh." He sighed.
Tommy then lunged at him from behind the door and jammed the rod into his chest.
He screamed and then Tommy threw him into the table filled with kidneys and blood.
Tommy then picked him up and held a gun to his head.
"How many fucking came from New York?" He shouted.
Antonio said something in Italian to which I pointed a gun at the other chef.
"What did he say?" I asked.
"He said 'fuck you!'" The chef told me.
"Yeah?" Tommy asked, before shooting Antonio in the back of the head as blood splattered all over him.

Tommy took Charles in the middle of the night to Birmingham while I met with Michael and we made our way to John's house.
On a narrow road, we found ourselves stuck behind a horse carrying stacks of hay. 
Michael sped up and we finally made it to the house.
"Tommy wants everyone at Charlie's yard now." Michael told him.
John walked to his front garden and began offering us food.
"Listen we don't have time for this just come to the fucking meeting." I spoke.
Esme then stormed out of the door.
"Tell Tommy we can look after ourselves." She told me.
"Listen they can be anywhere at any time you're not safe here." I replied.