Red Right Hand Peaky Blinders Novels & Stories

Lucian Moretti – POV The adjacent room was soundproofed, equipped with a single speaker that fed audio from my study and a one-way mirror made of polished obsidian. From my side, it was a window. From hers, a dark, impenetrable wall. A perfect metaphor.

She followed closely behind him and the two disappeared into the forest. "Did you notice?" Weaver asked and Alex nodded. "Her brother is blind. That's probably why she thought it best to talk it out." Alex said and Weaver nodded. "Don't tell the others about the male being blind. It'll provoke some of the others to try and run him off." Alex said and Weaver nodded in understanding. "I'll take a group to start setting up markers upon our new territory." Wever said and Alex nodded wondering how someone who couldn't see had survived this long. He had help from his sister but he didn't seem to rely on her. . . .

"Then call a healer now, Drago." Drago was about to call for a healer but his feet remained rooted on the ground when a woman with amber eyes came in with Raven. "Let me heal him," the woman uttered. "Clarrise?!" Synth uttered in disbelief. ***** YSOBELLA IS SWEATING and her hands are trembling. She couldn't put into words how she felt inside. Her hands are cold, and her head is throbbing. She needed comfort, so she stroked her tummy slowly while silently communicating with her baby.

Red dots found a way into my vision every time I close my eyes. “Hunter…get out of here.” I found myself muttering. “Wha-” “GET. THE. FUCK OUT OF HERE IF YOU DON'T WANT TO JOIN YOUR SORRY ANCESTORS!!!” I bellowed at him. My Peripheral vision caught the view of his body scrambling out of the doctor's shed of an office. The moment he was gone, it went red. ~~~~~~~ Heavy pants and awful sirens filled my ears. My eyes are solely spinning with black dots covering every potential seeing spot.

My vision blurred at the edges as the harsh glare of the floodlights became a hazy, sickly yellow. The stress, the terror, the adrenaline, it all crashed together in a sickening, dizzying mess. A cold, clammy sweat broke out on my forehead, and a wave of nausea rose in my throat. I squeezed my eyes shut, a gasp of protest escaping my lips, and for a long moment, I simply knelt there, trembling.

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.

her sultry voice broke through the loud music and reached his ears. When his eyes focus, they focus on olive green eyes. He sees long black hair for a moment, but it looks red when he blinks. He blinks, and it's black again, so he shakes his head. He grabs his head with both hands to figure out which is reality. “Look at me. Focus on me.” The familiar voice of the bartender seems to ground him. He opens his eyes and finds her concerned eyes looking at him. “Better?” “Yeah,” Ryder said, even though he wasn't sure he was better. His brain was fuzzy, and his body buzzed.

His hand lands on my forehead, pushing away my hair and placing his palm flat against it. “ What’s wrong? ” He questions. Tearing my horny gaze from his dick, I lift my head and look at him. “ I felt… ” How am I supposed to describe it? “ Odd. ” I huff. Ryker’s eyebrows shoot up, silently demanding a more detailed answer. I heave a heavy breath and pull my head back. “ My head felt heavy. My vision was blurring temporarily. I felt hot. And — and…” I recall how every voice I heard was too fucking loud. “ Everyone’s voices were getting loud. So annoyingly loud. ”

The hooves of our horses awaken some of the people of my pack, causing them to peek out their windows and doors to see what the commotion is about. Before long, we reach the courtyard of the palace and begin to dismount. After a quick debriefing, I release the men to go home to get some rest. Turning, I focus on the woman at my side and find myself floored. Her hood has fallen back to reveal raven hair, the light of dawn causes rainbows to shimmer in the long strands. Her beauty takes my breath away, but that isn’t what truly floors me. Her eyes, her eyes are a dull shadow violet. She’s blind.

’ ‘I would rather fight Mircea and his feral wolves than tell Red I am into BDSM. Raven rolls his eyes once more before retreating to the back of my mind and waiting for things to unfold. When Jeremy mind-links me and lets me know Red is ready, I go over to his house. “Can I know why I am blindfolded?” Red huffs while I walk next to her, making sure she doesn’t trip over anything. “Because I don’t want you to see the surprise before I allow you.” “Did I ever tell you how much I hate surprises?” she mutters.