Tommy Shelby Novels & Stories

Sebastian's POV Our time in the red room was an unforgettable experience, one that left a lasting impression on me. It was a moment that I plan to repeat, as it brings a unique intensity and thrill that I crave. Shelly is an incredible submissive; she knows how to feed my dominant side in a way that no other can. Her compliance, eagerness, and understanding create a perfect dynamic that enhances our bond deeply. Unfortunately, tomorrow marks a temporary departure from her company, as pressing business requires my attention a few states away. This separation is a necessity, dictated by circumstances beyond our control. Due to my position as a mafia boss, it's not yet safe for Shelly to travel

“Because that’s the only kind worth playing. I didn’t come here to play easy, and I sure as fucking hell will not allow him, or anyone, to try and fucking scarce me from my goal.” And in the silence that followed, I could almost see it, the look on Liam’s face when he realized his perfect world was cracking. This time, it wouldn’t be through rogues or whispers. This time, it would be with his own kind, his precious businessmen. And I was going to enjoy every second of it.

“You better start talking or I'm gonna shove of fucking hearing device so far up your ass, you would hear the sound of your small intestine as it produces shit.” “I—I swear, I know nothing, Vex–” “It's Jordan.” “Sorry. Jordan. I—” “Free him, Jay.” Tommy's voice wasn't so difficult to recognize after having heard it for over two decades. He's also the only fucker that choose to freestyle with my name. The younger guy sitting next to me had that redeeming look upon spotting Tommy walking towards us. Alas, he'll live this day without a scratch. Tommy strolled over like he had all the time in the world, not rushing, not panicking—just calm in that way that made me want to break something. Even i

"What's up, man?" "You know exactly what's up," Steve replied, stepping closer. His boots crunched against the loose gravel with each step, the sound sharp in the quiet afternoon air. "You've been avoiding us." Another figure stepped out from behind the maintenance shed, blocking Caleb's only exit route. This one was taller but leaner than Steve, with stringy blond hair that hung in greasy strands around a face marked by old acne scars. His name was Tommy, and he had a reputation for enjoying his work a little too much.

Nor could he have known about my second, secret Tumblr account where I spent my time reblogging interracial p**n and messaging that chick from Atlanta who said she'd slept with the Krew before they really got big. Her name was Shiloh, and she ran a swingers club for interracial encounters. She'd invited me to one of their parties, but I couldn't afford to go to Atlanta at the drop of a hat like that. Tommy also couldn't have known how I drooled over every explicit detail of Shiloh's stories, feeling the ache grow and needing to know what it felt like to be really stretched out.

Shawn muttered, completely shell-shocked, "Tommy Payne, who exactly are you calling Daddy?" Only then did Tommy finally look over at Shawn, correcting him with boyish gravity. "Sir, my name is Tommy Luke, and my dad is Kieran Luke. You're the one who abandoned Mom and me, so why do you even care who I call Daddy?" Tommy had never forgiven Shawn for exiling us to that deserted island and forcing us to live off dog food. He was young, but he knew how to hold a grudge.

He glanced at himself one last time in the mirror, loving his body hug turtleneck that reveals all his muscles and biceps, yes, he admit it, he wants to seduce a woman in broad daylight, he ruffled his hair with his fingers, giving him a different but hot look, he winked at himself and smacked a kiss before leaving his room, he picked up his sun shade, dangling his key as he goes. When he got to the underground parking lot, he slow whistles as he gaze upon his black Audi, damn, he loves his life. He got into the car and folded the roof, loving the air, he reversed from the lot and sped away, deriving a shocking gasp from people but he didn't fail to notice the look of admiration in their eye

I could keep myself safe, but what would I say to Rick if something happened to his son? Tommy was a great guy. He was almost seven feet tall, his dirty blond hair always disheveled, his brown eyes ever cheerful, his smile wide. And he was always ready to come to anybody’s aid. We fought and made peace, trained and ran away to the mountains... So many adventures, so much fun, so much laughter.

“What do you think waits for us on that shore?” “Anything,” Valerian said simply. “Maeron isn’t a brute. He’s a tactician. And Solmyra… she’s a force we haven’t faced before. She could twist your mind before your sword ever leaves the sheath. This isn’t just a rescue mission anymore.” Alexandro exhaled slowly. “Then what is it?”

Seeing the look of hesitation on Elijah's face, Peach sighed as his fingers caressed slowly in her hair, she added, “I was thinking if it’s a boy, we go with Elijah Maxwell Jr.” “Nah,” Elijah mumbled, and before he could explain further, his ringtone suddenly started ringing and he quickly took his phone out. “Sorry,” Then he answered, saying, “Mr. Bamford, what’s new?” “Tommy is in our custody. Our men caught him at Denver Broncos International Airport. It turned out, he was just attempting to leave Syldavia.” The chief constable said. Looking down at Peach, Elijah gave her a small smile and then said, “They got Tommy.”