Who Killed Grace In Peaky Blinders Novels & Stories

"No. The medical examiner is cooperative.He’d declare it was a Heart attack. By the time anyone questions it, Donald will be buried and forgotten." Victoria's blood ran cold. This was it, a proof of premeditated assasination. "Who is that?" Victoria requested. "Whose voice is that?" Before Grace could upon her mouth to call out the name, a gunshot came from nowhere. Grace fell instantly with blood gushing out from her chest. Victoria screamed, diving to hide herself behind a rusted machine. "VICTORIA, GET OUT!" King's voice through the earpiece. "NOW!" But Victoria couldn't move. Grace was dying five feet away, the phone with its recording skittering across the floor.

She had just received some… interesting news. Grace Silverton had been killed. The order had come from Alex’s men. The problem? Alex was dead. Which meant someone else had pulled the trigger. Her eyes darkened. She hated loose ends. And she hated people making moves behind her back even more. She picked up her phone and dialed a number. “Find out who authorized Grace Silverton's execution,” she ordered coldly. “And when you do…” She smirked, tapping the blade against the table. “Make sure they regret it.” she said

He appeared at the end of the corridor, gun raised, his face cut with fury. “What the hell are you doing out here?” he snapped, striding toward her. “I couldn’t just wait!” she stammered. “They’re inside ” Before she could finish, a shadow broke from the side passage. A masked man lunged, weapon raised. Grace froze. Time fractured. The gunshot rang out, deafening in the narrow hall. The man collapsed, blood pooling beneath him. Grace gasped, realizing her finger was on the trigger. She had fired. She had killed him.

Grace said and looked into the dark. "But you're fine now, so bye." She jumped off the bed. I held her wrist. "You love him, don't you?" I asked her. Grace froze and faced me with knitted eyebrows. A small mocking titter followed before she became serious again. "I'm crazy about him. I'd do anything. Sadly, he will never ask me to kill you." I swallowed hard and looked her in the eyes. "We can't do anything about that." "He put me in such a terrible position treating you. You don't understand the thrill I got from hearing you got shot. I thought, here's my chance! I hate that I'm here delaying the inevitable."

The bar across the street detective answered me, giving a look towards his silent partner. My body went cold when I heard deceased and Grace in the same sentence, my eyes grew wide with disbelief and my tongue suddenly became heavy. "Grace is dead?" I asked, making way for them to enter my house. "Yes. She was killed and her head was cut off and dropped in waste bin behind a popular night club." The man Introduced as detective Chadwick told me, his weird silver like eyes no longer on me. If I were in the right frame of mind, the way he watched my house would have made me feel sorry for the poor house.

“He said it was over. That he loved you.” Grace laughed bitterly. “Did he whisper that while you were in his arms?” “I didn’t ask for his arms. I asked to survive.” “That makes it worse,” Grace said, stepping back. “You survived by destroying someone who already saved you once.” Caroline's voice cracked. “I didn’t mean to ruin your marriage.” “You didn’t ruin it,” Grace said. “He did. You just helped him dig the grave.” --- Minutes later, Grace stormed into Ethan’s war room.

“Did I drag her into it? It was you who dragged her into it! You formed a mate bond with her. She became pregnant with your pup. Then you grew increasingly kind to her. I was consumed by jealousy! “I’m evil, and I did all the bad things. But the one who chose not to believe her was you! “Your relationship was so fragile that all I needed was a few words to drive a wedge between you! “Do you remember? You pulled Grace in front of me, into the path of the dagger! You killed your own pup with your own hands! “Grace barely managed to stay alive, and you dragged her off the hospital bed. She was screaming in pain. It sounded so beautiful!

“Police? You called the police on me? While I’m pregnant?! You heartless—” “Where was your heart when you ripped our family apart? Where was your mercy when Dad beat me bloody because of your lies? And who’s to say my mother’s death was even an accident? Maybe it was all part of your little game. Maybe your partners made sure she never came back.” Grace clenched her fists. Her control snapped. “If I’m going down—so is everyone else!” she screamed. “Yes! I was working with Pink Poultry! They killed your mother! And I married your father! Now what?! Happy?!”

"She won't be talking to anyone anymore." Victoria froze mid-step. "What did you say?" "I handled the problem. Grace is—" The slap cracked across his face like a whip, harder than he'd ever felt. Damien's head snapped to the side, blood trickling from his split lip. "You shot her?" Victoria's voice was deadly quiet. "You killed Grace Winters?" "She was about to warn Luna. I had to—" Another slap, this one backhanded. Damien stumbled but didn't fall. "You incompetent fool!" Victoria shrieked. "Grace wasn't supposed to die! She was supposed to be brought here alive! She's the only person who knows the truth about the fire—the only witness who can identify the real killer!"

I was too late. I should’ve been faster. I should’ve seen the handprint faster. We took too long, it’s all on me. Grace is dead because of me. “She’s breathing,” Jagger announces, and I fall on my knees next to Grace as I stroke her face, covered in bruises and tears, roll down my face. “Get the stretcher here, we need to get her to the hospital,” Jagger announces and I stay still, bending and kissing my girl softly on the lips. Her eyes flutter open for a split second and a small smile appears on her lips before she is engulfed by darkness again.