Peaky Blinders Lighter Novels & Stories

Taller, sharper, somehow more…present. At first, he didn’t seem to notice me, his focus locked on the crowd still unfolding around us. But then, slowly, his gaze shifted and his eyes met mine. There was a flicker of something in his expression—curiosity? Amusement? Whatever it was, it lasted only a moment before his face returned to its unreadable, stoic mask. "Are you blind?" He asked, his voice deep and smooth, a touch of amusement lacing his words. I tilted my head, narrowing my eyes.

Like always, it still struck me stupid. He slipped a fresh joint between his lips, guiding my hand up to light it with my new gadget. His silver eyes held mine as he puffed, the end of the paper glowing deep orange. He turned to blow the smoke away from me and toward the exhaust vents. "It's also a fancy lighter." Mads released my hands, the hissing blade vanishing as soon as I released the button. I analyzed the unsuspecting tool. "Thank you, Mads. You didn't have to make me anything. I'll be fine."

But that’s the thing about life with Ryder, you can never expect what’s gonna happen next. Tonight, Ryder and I were doing another N*****x and Chill night. We were at his room, lying on his bed, and watching Peaky Blinders from the small projector. The lights were dimmed, the air was cool, but his body was warm. My body was snuggled on top of his chest as my head rested on his shoulder. “I really like his eyes,” I commented, referring to Cillian Murphy’s piercing blue eyes. “Yeah?” he asked. “Yeah, it reminds me of your eyes,” I said as I looked up at him.

A lighter. “Let me,” I said, grabbing the lighter from him. “But first, tell me what are we really doing here?” He inched closer to me and my heart started pounding loudly against my ribcage. He looked at me intensely that made my knees wobble like jelly. I don't how he got that effect on me. “Like I said, to talk,” he said, his voice sounding muffled because of the cigarette in his mouth. I removed it from his mouth and firmly held it 'til he gave me an answer I'll be satisfied with.

John asked looking over at us Blair shrugged "Do we need a reason to come to such a beautiful place?" "I guess not." He smirked before leaning down and grabbing s small plastic case from his back pack He opened it up and instantly I recognized the intoxicating scent I had missed dearly. "You two smoke?" He questioned waving around a blunt "Fuck yeah we do." Blair said with a smile completely taking over her face "Claire you got a light?" John asked She rolled her eyes "Of course you don't have one." She reached into her pocket before pulling out a bright pink lighter and handing it over to him.

Now or never. Carefully, Ray worked the lighter out from under his wrist and into his palm. Ray's fingers trembled, and he paused to take a steadying breath. He knew that he couldn’t risk dropping it. The lighter was one of those fancy-flip top ones. He flicked it open and nearly gasped. It had a push-button ignition rather than the rolly-wheel that was hit or miss. Thank goodness for small miracles. Ray took a deep breath and craned his wrist to the side, pressing down on the button as he aimed for the rope binding hiss wrist. The ropes were thick and heavy but, from the looks of it, they were made of natural fibers—not plastic—and seemed to be quite old. Hopefully, that would work in his f

I explained as I watch him pack weed into his king palm Zac nods his head at me in understanding before lifting the green leaf up at me. "Well since you're up, you tryna smoke with me? It's already done." He informs as he picks up his Scorpio themed lighter off of the table. My eyes flicker down to the blunt sitting in between his fingers as the sudden urge to smoke begins to take over me. I could really use a blunt right now "Sure, why not." I shrugged as I sat my water bottle down before taking a seat on the couch next to him.

Then the lights hit me. It isn't a slow flicker. It’s a blinding white explosion of LED headlights that cuts through the fog like a blade. Three black SUVs are sitting there like giant predators. I squint and try to raise the gun but before I can even pull the hammer back something slams into my side.

The dim light helped dissipate the utter darkness. She took a moment as she settled down and closed her eyes. She enjoyed the silence as she took deep breaths. She stood up and headed towards the kitchen and grabbed a glass of juice. As she drank the juice she arranged all her stuff and tidied her place. Then she headed to take a bath. She changed into her all black combat pants and fitted full sleeve tee paired with the black hoodie and her thick leather jacket. She grabbed a pepper spray, a black procedure mask and wore a plain black mask with a ripped of bottom part; just leaving her eyes covered.