Arthur From Peaky Blinders Novels & Stories

The Brother’s Departure "Enough!" Julian Vance had reached his breaking point. He watched the performance with a mixture of nausea and disbelief, his finger trembling as he pointed at the woman in Arthur’s arms. "Can't you see she’s acting? What has blinded you so completely? Arthur, you've lost your mind. You're goddamn blind!" Arthur’s head snapped up, his eyes flashing with a dark, defiant light. "Fine. Then I’m happy to be blind. Are you satisfied now?" Julian’s face went white with rage. "You're disgusting, Arthur. Truly disgusting."

Unstoppable. Then… a flicker. Inside his shattered eye. Not the void. Not the hunger. A flash of… blue? Pain? Recognition? So fast. Gone. But I saw it. Buried under layers of corruption, under the blight and the whispers he now carries… Arthur . The real Arthur. Trapped. Fighting. Like a drowning man clawing towards a distant surface. A memory slams into me, sharp as the dagger’s point: His hand, warm, rough with callouses, brushing a stray hair from my face. His voice, low and steady, whispering my name like a secret. Not corrupted. Him .

Toby—the boy who thought he was a player—shrank back, his headset falling to the floor. The man who had stepped out of the monitor was not a ghost. He was the Real Thorne. He was the biological original of the "Arthur" and "Leo" templates, a man who looked to be in his late fifties, his silver hair groomed with a precision that bordered on the divine.

If Arthur gave his snipers the signal, they would all be shot down like dogs. Finally, the elevator dinged and opened its doors. Arthur walked in, and before the doors closed, he looked at Harden holding his son’s shoulders. Arthur wondered to himself, whether that would be the very last time he would see his nephew alive. Arthur knew Harden was cold, but was he cold enough to kill his own flesh and blood son? As the elevator descended, Arthur shook his head. Of course, not. Harden was cold but he wasn’t cold-blooded. After all, blood was thicker than water. He would probably even spoil that boy rotten. That would be just like him.

“I just stopped helping you do it.” She went quiet. For a moment, I thought maybe she’d finally run out of things to say. But I knew better. And still, I didn’t look back. Because I had finally, finally opened my eyes. And I couldn’t unsee her now. Footsteps returned minutes later, quiet but sure, and when I looked up, Arthur was standing just beyond the bars. The light from the torches behind him caught the edge of his profile, making the lines of his face look sharper than usual. His eyes locked on mine, cool and unreadable.

⊱♥⊱╮ღ CAUGHT BY MISTAKE ღ╭⊱♥≺ ★✎✎★~KOFI'S POV~★✐✐★ I can't believe what Arthur did!!! He recorded our making of love, and I didn't even know! I threatened him to remove his manhood if Arthur didn't want to surrender to me. What kind of husband is he?! Arthur is so perverted! Finally, I gave up chasing him because Arthur was too fast for me, and I decided to join Chris for lunch, and he was peacefully eating the meal Arthur had prepared.

“You keep running that mouth, Liam, eventually somebody’s gonna shut it for you.” A chill slid down my spine. I should’ve backed away, instead, I stood there like an idiot, staring up at him. His chest rose slowly beneath his fitted black thermal shirt. Sweat rolled down the side of his neck. His hands were rough, scarred. Everything about him screamed control barely hanging by a thread. And somehow, it made my stomach twist hard. Arthur noticed. Of course he noticed. His eyes darkened. “You nervous?” he murmured. “No.” “Liar.” He breathed out.

She continued while pointing her finger at me, "I will throw you out of his life..." "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE!" a loud and angry voice cut her off, I turned my head and saw Arthur walking towards us with a pissed-off expression on his face. My heart began to beat rapidly against my ribcage and there was a feeling inside my chest which made me feel relieved to see him. I didn't understand what it was. His hair has grown a bit and he had slight stubble now, he was dressed in a black blazer with a white button-down shirt underneath and black pants. He looked more attractive than before.

That brought a strange look to Valerie's face, but it only lasted for a while, because Valerie didn't want to stall any longer just because of Arthur's strange behavior. Arthur opened his eyes after hearing the bathroom door close. "Gosh, what's wrong with me today." Arthur who was already in a sitting position reflexively touched the place where his heart was still beating rapidly. Arthur climbed down the bed to get his clothes and put them back on. He had to go back to his Mension to clean his body and change into his office clothes. Arthur opened his wallet and placed the black card on the nightstand. A card that only the elite like Arthur Davidson had.

Arthur smirked at her horrified expression. Sia tried to back up, but her back hit the living room couch. “B-but . . . w-w-why?” She was trembling uncontrollably by now. She didn’t want to know, but she was dying to know as well. “You were twelve when I first saw you. In a charity event with your parents. And I’d wanted you ever since. Even that day, I wanted to fuck you up against the stage in front of everyone, but I had to wait for an opportunity. And when that didn’t come, I made one for myself. You know . . . it’s a fantasy of mine to fuck you in front of an audience,” Arthur said, laughing like a madman. Sia tried her hardest to push down the bile that had risen to her throat. “And I w