Who Is Thomas Shelby Novels & Stories

"Just make sure Cassie is taken care of. Leave the Duncan boy to me." Turning around, Will looked at the newcomer with awe. It was Thomas, the renowned miracle doctor who had once mentored him. Aware of Thomas's poor health, Will expressed concern. "Mr. Theo, you're not in good shape. Maybe you should rest." Thomas glanced at Will and gently dismissed his concerns, "I'm aware of my limits. Today, I'm willing to risk it all, even if it means fighting the Grim Reaper for him." ***** The hospital was in an uproar, and Zobber was far from safe herself.

Fair trade, right? My phone took me out of my crazy thoughts, and I thought it was Tammie calling to check up on me as I reached out to answer. However, the number on the screen was unknown, and I answered it with hesitation. "Hello?" "Miss Shelton?" The voice sounded very posh and old. "Yes,” I said slowly and cautiously. “Who am I speaking to?" "My name is Thomas Fletcher, and I am aware of your...mishap with my grandson."

"I don't sleep when someone's hunting us." "I know. That's why I'm here." I cross the room and drop into the chair across from his desk. "What did you uncover?" He tilts back, and the chair groans. "Thomas Halbert is real. He's been breathing under a different name for two decades. Thomas Hale. Private security contractor. He's disciplined. He's skilled. And he's been coiled in the dark, waiting." "Waiting for what?"

I replied, nervous. I wanted to run away from there. Mostly, I wanted to know why Thomas, of all places, was there. This was the second time the CEO had been too close to his arch-enemy, and I wasn’t naive enough to think he didn’t know exactly who lived somewhere in that building. Was Thomas also working his own angles? Could that woman, Sharon, be something like his informant or spy? I tried to focus on her, searching for anything noteworthy to investigate, but she seemed like an incredibly ordinary woman. That is, if you ignored her beauty and sensuality.

"My name's Thomas, and you better remember it. You don't have to worry about sending the national representatives to the airport anymore." "Oh, you're Mister Thomas. Alright, can I know if this was Mister Clements' request or your own?" "It's mine. Do you have a problem with that? We might both be cultivators, but you're only at the Ambience level. Meanwhile, I'm a mid Sanctuary level elite! I could squash you with a single finger! Don't you think it's a little funny that you're offering to guard us with your measly cultivation skills?" Thomas was Kyle's bodyguard, and Wilbur did not want to hurt him. However, it seemed like the guy was not going to back down without being taught a lesson.

"It’s not like home, Thomas. There aren’t thieves lurking in the trees looking for trouble or a handout. You know why the men here are so big and slow?" Thomas nodded, but he was still tired of Gelo’s whistling. He stayed quiet and kept staring at the stars, which at least looked the same. After a few moments of silence, Gelo, sensing something was off with his brother, asked, "So, are you going to tell me what’s bothering you? Or are you just going to mope all night?" "I found her," Thomas said, his tone serious. There was no need to explain what he meant. "And?" Gelo leaned in, eager for more details.