Peaky Blinders Alfie Solomons Novels & Stories

he says and looks away. “You have the video.” I press further. “When our bodies were moved from his room, you must have looked around, found the camera… and yet, you didn't tell your father… or mine…” “He is my brother!” He snaps, throwing his gaze back at me. I have heard a lot about Alfred. The maids at the Alpha's lodge can hardly go ten minutes in conversation without mentioning him and his good looks. But it’s not only his charming, always tousled hair they whisper about, but also his blind loyalty to his brother, George.

he said happily while Badar stood there with his right hand in his pocket while his other hand set free. I couldn't believe what I just heard. London was right when he said that he was ruthless and I doubt heartless too. I can't believe he is my mate. Even my wolf was sad after hearing what our mate's intentions were. I walked back to the conference room angrily with more determination than before to become the Alpha of the Alphas. I'll show him how weak I am. **Badar's pov**

"Get him to leave me alone." This was the guy who had stolen his girlfriend and called him a paranoid freak the whole time he was seeing her behind his back. The guy who now had the love of his life wrapped around his little finger. That was all he could think about as Alfie stared at him with huge, terrified eyes, begging for mercy. He backed up to the door and pulled it ajar, letting the bullies enter.

Stacy I stood on the rooftop of a nearby building, watching as the billow of black smoke spiraled into the sky. The wailing of sirens got louder as they approached from all angles. Alex put his arms around me from behind. I let him because I still needed him. This was just the beginning, Connor Wolfe. “It was surprisingly easy. They didn’t know what hit them.” Alex grinned as I turned around and wrapped my arms around his neck.

I asked myself, batting my eye lids now and then to confirm if I wasn't imagining. Alpha Axford. What is he doing here? Could it be that he had come to save me? But as I laid my eyes on Axford, a wave of shock and confusion washed over me. He sat there, calmly sipping wine, his icy eyes piercing through my soul. I couldn't help but feel that I had stepped into an even more perilous situation. Could he be the owner of this brothel? If he was, what was his plan this time??

I asked. Solomon swallowed. “He insists he’s her friend. Claims to be human. Claims ignorance of what he walked into.” I held his gaze. “And you believe him?” Solomon shook his head immediately. “No, Alpha. He’s not trained. He’s not shielded. He does not move like a spy. He reacts like prey.” I turned abruptly and walked out of the room. Every part of me vibrated with barely contained violence as I moved down the stone corridor toward the holding cells. Torchlight cast long shadows along the walls, the air colder here, damp with the scent of despair.

I guessed he read my thoughts. "Zack, release this man this instant,” the man ordered the boy in a black shirt and a pair of black shorts who held Alfred. The boy hesitated for a second and then flung Alfred towards us in disgust. I growled in anger. "Go upstairs Alfred", Solomon ordered and he obeyed. I held back and looked at the features of the boy. He had black hair, bright blue eyes and a well-chiseled jaw. He was the boy we spotted in Trigonometry class this morning. I chuckled as I recalled this.

I can feel him and hear his voice, but it is not enough. I hear a door slam. It must be the wolves back from the battle. I look at the window and see black SUVs and wolves running alongside the ones in the back. I see Paul and Henry opening the back door to one of the SUVs. That must be the door I heard slam shut. "Alaska," Alpha Kai calls out to me. He rushes toward Paul and stops them from getting whatever or whoever is in the back of the SUV out. The two men obey Alpha Kai.

A loud gasp escaped my mother’s lips, “Daniel, he didn’t mean it he’s clearly intoxicated!” Silence fell around us as the conversation had drawn an audience. My father came from a long line of Betas and had already earned his title in the usual way by defeating his father in combat. Not to mention he had stood by Alpha Atticus (Austin’s father) through countless pack wars through the years. The last one that claimed Alpha Atticus’ life left my father with a blown-out shoulder and an ankle that did not heal properly giving him a slight limp. He gave his all for his Alpha and I know he would until my brother came of age for the title.

White light flashes against the bonnet of my car, blinding me. “What do we do?” I hiss. My teeth grind together so hard my jaw aches. I grab the rough fabric of Leif’s jacket, my nails sinking into the seams. “Leif, they will tear us apart.” “Watch me,” Leif says. His voice is flat. Dead. There is no panic in his scent, only the cold, metallic tang of an Alpha who thrives in a cage match. He does not run. He does not hide. With one brutal yank, he rips the black cloth mask from his face and tosses his sunglasses onto the gravel. The crowd goes dead silent for a single heartbeat.