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PAINTING IT ALL RED: PART ONE
WOUNDS THAT NEVER HEAL: PART TWO

"This may not be the promised land, but I assure you I am capable of pouring beer into glasses."

"If this isn't the promised land, why would you come here?" He spoke. You laid your eyes on the back of his head.

"No one ever went to the promised land to be a barmaid, Mr. Shelby."

After leaving your suffocating home, with only your paints and the clothes on your back, and hopping on a train to Birmingham, the last thing you expected was to be working for Thomas fucking Shelby.

You also didn't expect to be breaking the law for him, but working for the Shelby Brothers was never going to be simple...