Mariana Cortez is the Queen of the North of London
She has built her empire up despite the protests and barriers of a mans world
She was also the first woman to steal Thomas Shelby's heart
She is cold, calculating and slightly unhinged
But her l...
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Alfie's POV
Glass. That's all that could be heard. Glass As I threw each and every bottle from the bar at the wall, my boys trashing the rest of the place.
"Sabini" I shouted, looking up to the windows of his office upstairs. Not a moment later Sabini came tumbling out of his office.
"che cazzo?" He mumbled to himself (What the fuck?)
He looked stunned for a moment before he plastered on a fake smile "Alfie" he said cheerily, coming down the stairs "We had an agreement" I said, rolling a bottle around in my hand "A fucking agreement!" I shouted, chucking the bottle at his head, which he dodged.
"Look... I get it" he shrugged "I know you had a soft touch for Cortéz, but I have my own business with her. You understand that?" He said dramatically, his hand waving it off as though it wasn't a big deal.
I stormed towards him, pushing him up against the wall. Causing six men to aim guns at my head, my men mirroring them.
I gripped his neck. Sabini was a rat. He was good at business, but he never got his hands dirty. That's where he fails. Strength.
"Alfie" he choked, trying to pry my hand from his neck "What's keeping her?" I asked "What's done is done I can't-" I gripped his neck even tighter, cutting him off.
"Whats. Fucking. Keeping. Her?" I asked through gritted teeth "Two witness statements and the bodies" he struggled.
I nodded slowly, looking around at his men "Right. So now you're gonna fuck off down to the station yeah... and tell them they got it wrong" I said, making him shake his head "Yeah... and your slimy pathetic rats you call men are gonna retract their statements" I pressed
He didn't respond, he couldn't. So I let go and stood back, dropping him to the floor. He gasped for air, holding his neck as his men eyed him hesitantly.
"I ain't got all day!" I said loudly, moving to sit at one of the tables, probably the only one that hadn't been upturned or broken He eventually got up, glaring at me with nothing but disgust.
"fottuto bastardo ... fottuto bastardo! come osi venire qui e minacciarmi come una merda di merda!" He shouted, still holding his neck in agony as his voice strained. I smiled at him, knowing perfectly well what he had said.
"You fucking bastard... you fucking bastard! How dare you come in here and threaten me like a peice of shit!"
I took a deep breath, my cane resting across my knees "Off you pop then" I smiled "You'd risk it all for some backstreet whore? You'd get shot for a manic streetwalker?" He laughed
I scoffed at his words I wasn't doing this for a whore I was doing it for a respectable woman. A woman worth a thousand of this prick.
"No. Quite frankly I don't give a shit about these cunts. You see cause if they shoot me, my boys here... they'll shoot you yeah?... not them. You" I grinned "They'll shoot you, and either way, Mar will get out, I'm choosing to take the easy road. I'm giving you the benefit of the doubt yeah? Which is very fucking generous" I explained.
He stood there for a moment. Thinking. Before he gave a single nod.
"I want paying for the damage" he said simply, looking around at the mess "I should think mate... that this is compensation enough for what you've put my Mar through eh?" I said as I walked towards him, stopping in front of him.
"Oh she's yours now huh?" He asked bitterly, a sneer on his stupid fucking face "Yeah..." I mused "Consider it a new rule in our partnership... she's off limits" I said simply, moving to the side and holding my arm out, signalling for him to walk ahead of me.
I wasn't taking this cunts word for it, I was personally seeing to it that she was out in the next fucking hour.
We drove to the station in silence, his car following behind ours. He retracted the statements made about her. Fuck knows how he explained it. Probably didn't, probably just fucking ordered it seeing as he owned these pussies they call policeman.
The man over the desk handed me her release slip and informed me she would be released from the prison a few streets away. I made my way down there, ordering for her to be released.
I waited... and waited And she still hadn't come out So I demanded to be taken to her cell, an order that was granted with a few threats.
I was lead down a vast cold hallway, some people were screaming, guards were stationed up and down the hall. When I reached the right cell I could here screaming inside, I pushed the guard in front of me away and rushed inside.
And I think the sight that met me was one of the worst things I would ever see Mar was on the floor, holding her face, some guy was stood over her, pulling her up by her hair "You wanna talk now bitch?" He chuckled.
I saw nothing but red I stormed towards him, pulling him away from her and punching him to the ground, I didn't stop until his face became unrecognisable, until my rage had slightly calmed and I finally registered Mar's screams for me to stop.
I stood back to my full height. My chest heaving, my hips aching, blood dripping from my rings onto the floor.
I looked to Mar, still sat on the floor, her eyes glued to the bloody body on the floor "Come on" I said as I caught my breath. But she didn't move.
"Mar... Mar" I said louder, making her eyes snap to me "Come on" I said, nodding my head to the door.
She still didn't move, so I walked over to her, pulling her up gently and leading her out the door, trying to distract her from the body she couldn't seem to look away from.
