Does John Die In Peaky Blinders Novels & Stories

“That's what you meant! I'm such an idiot! I forgot you weren't here, so you had no idea what happened. When you asked how, I thought you were talking about the beginning, and why I never came to you in the hospital. Honey, John's dead. He died a few months ago. An Alpha named Aldrich killed him. Aldrich was trying to kill me, and he would have, but John stepped in front of me. The knife pierced his heart before going through my chest. His body pushed the blade to the right just enough to save me.” I helped a hand over my mouth as he spoke. I was shocked, I couldn't believe John was dead. No wonder he's been spending so much time with me, and not with John.

“Alex is here? How did he know I’m here? Wait—where’s Victor?” She couldn’t help but ask. No matter what—though Victor had done a lot of wicked things—he hadn’t treated her with unkindness. John paused for a second before he answered. “He’s dead. Mr. Harris killed him at the auction.” And she was stunned for the second time. Victor... dead.

The child was too young to understand but nonetheless gifted her with a radiant smile. There was a attack and a team of four, led by John, was sent in. Things escalated quickly and while two team members under the blond's lead came back with minor injuries the third one wasn't so lucky. He received stab-like injuries which, based on the survivors' descriptions, were hauntingly identical to Amelia's. The young man, tall with dark hair, died in John's arms. John brought the body to the work before announcing that he needed a breather and vanishing. That was at least four hours ago. Ci was absolutely terrified. "We have to find him and... I figured you might know where he'd go."

I exclaimed, the worry for Holly surging through me. I didn’t wait for Kurt to do it. I reached out through my family link. ‘UNCLE JOHN!? IS HOLLY OKAY!?’ I skipped all formalities as I urgently needed answers. ‘Isis? Oh, thank the Goddess, you’re okay. I… I don’t know. Holly collapsed while dancing with Alexander. She said Nigel was gone. I don’t know how much longer she’ll live.’ Uncle John sighed. “I… Nigel died protecting me from Wade. Nigel killed Wade, but Wade killed him. This is my fault.’ I sobbed in our link.

And this time— He was the one running out of options. He laughed through the pain, a bitter, broken sound that echoed off the bathroom tiles. “You really think this is a game, John?” he sneered. “You always did.” I pressed the gun harder against his temple. “Talk.” “Oh, you did,” he continued, ignoring the pressure. “You dug. You found the name—Joanna Weasley. Curiosity always gets you people killed.” My jaw tightened. “You were supposed to die at our compound,” he said, eyes burning with hatred. “That was the plan. Clean. Quiet. But you lived.”

Carlos blurted, his attention snapping to John, whose eyes darted nervously. “I... I was told she was dead,” John stammered, his voice cracking under pressure—and I liked it. “Oh? By who—the person you sent to kill me?” My voice rang out, sharp enough to draw gasps from the room. “W-what are you talking about, Sophia?” John was about to stutter some excuse when his father stepped in.