Black Hand Peaky Blinders Novels & Stories

Chapter 26(black eye) Hazel's Point Of View: They all trooped out of the room. Pain reverberated through me and I swear I felt my heart beating in my left eye that was barely opened. I barely heard, everything was faint and blurry, the only thing I could hear clearly was my pounding heartbeat. “Don't lay a finger on them. Let them leave and let's watch what they can dare do next time. Let them dare if they dare.” Alex shouted as he pressed his head back. I assumed he was speaking to his men who were probably in the living room.

Images flash behind my eyes. Three men. Cruel faces. Cruel hands. Cruel words. "Let's see what a war-wolf's pussy tastes like." I feel it again. The rage. The white-hot fury that consumed me. Pain in my head. A blinding light. And then—nothing. I see it now. I see the light fading. I see my hands—no, my paws—covered in blood. I see the men on the ground. Torn apart. Dead.

My hands were shaking, but I forced myself to lift one. “I’m looking for Lord Draven,” I said as my voice trembled but loud enough for everyone to hear. The room went completely silent, and all eyes turned toward me. The men and boys stopped talking, stopped moving. Then, movement. The man in black stepped aside, and the world dissolved. He wasn’t simply sitting there, he was a wound in the fabric of the ordinary. His face was a brutal kind of perfection. But it was his eyes that stole my breath. One blue, one black eye was so intense they seemed to look straight into your soul.

The person that entered the room switched on the light, walked up to him and gradually, pulled the blind folder away from his eye, he looked up and saw two men standing in the room, then he asked, "Who are you?... And what did you want from me?" "To hell with you, asshole..." one of the guys uttered angrily and the second guy called out, "Mr Black, did you really want to know who I am?" He asked. Mr Black was confused and slowly he looked up and stared at the person standing right in front of him, doing that, he heard a voice within himself, 'Are you sure he's not the same guy that the black men's heart group were talking about?' Blinking his eyes, he murmured, "Holy shit!"

howled the witch. A thick, cold black mist, filled with total mystical blindness, burst from the ground in the blink of an eye, completely erasing the light of day and blocking all vision across the clearing. I could not see my own hands, and the war cries turned into a confused and terrifying echo amid total darkness. “Lawrence!” I cried out in desperation, stretching my hands into the gloom.

She cut herself and held out her hand in the air, so the blood dropped into the sacred bowl. " Hold your hands together so the cuts meet," he said. I turned and faced her, her pretty face was a charm on its own and I found myself struggling to concentrate. I stretched out my hands to her, she did the same and placed her cut palm on mine. A spark was felt and I knew she felt it as well. The fire began to burn so well. Our wolves began to collide and I was struggling to breathe. It seemed the two wolves were trying to become one and we were the ones being affected by it.

Why would a blind man choose something so visual? Unless he remembers. Unless he refuses to let the dark win. I don’t know how long I stand there. Then— “What are you doing here?” The voice slices through the silence. Low. Calm. Controlled. I spin around. Desmond Blackwood stands near the door. My heart nearly stops. I don’t hear it open. I don’t hear him move. He stands tall in a perfectly tailored charcoal suit. His white cane, detailed with subtle gold swirls, rests in his left hand. Dark lenses shield his eyes, his expression unreadable.

Those who heard them could be easily affected. I felt a weird reaction being triggered in my body. Almost instinctively, I squeezed my thighs together. There were a few women wearing shades waiting outside the hotel room. Their cheeks were deeply flushed. Some tilted their heads back, breathing heavily. I heard that blind people had extremely sharp hearing since they lost their sight. They most likely could hear better than me. At that moment, a shrill scream pierced through the air. The women and I were shocked by the scream. While they couldn't see what happened, I could.

Sicily jumped at the sound of footsteps with a familiar frequency. Her hand clasped, the other sought a grip on Esters fingertips. "Calm down, Miss, normalise your breathing!" whispered Ester. Sicily followed all of Ester's directions, but anxiety and fear were still evident in her eyes. A man came closer, a figure with a distinctive scent began to greet the blind girl's sense of smell. "What business does a blind woman have at the auction, is there any ability?" Harlan's voice was clearly caught by Sicily's ears.

He swung his hand impatiently and approached me. "What do you want?" I asked, and the man chuckled. "I knew you were pretending to be blind for money, but it's alright. All I care about is having a good time. Come to me, baby. I'll show you heaven…" I wasn't expecting him to see through my act that swiftly, but more surprisingly, this client was an infamous one in this line of work. He claimed no woman could escape his claws. My colleagues were all blind, and they couldn't fight back. The rooms' soundproofing system was, unfortunately, incredible, so screams couldn't be heard.