Thomas Shelby.

Thomas Shelby was riding his black horse through the streets of Small Heath and the people just bowed their heads in respect and fear. When he got to the betting house he hung up his coat and greeted the workers, he saw little Shelby writing on the blackboard while she wrote down the bets something that he didn't like, that little girl had clearly grown up with them, since Polly had practically taken her in 7 years ago when she was only 10 years old, he didn't like the idea of ​​her working there with all the men, not because of distrust but because of fear that something bad would happen to her.

─What do you think you're doing, brat?─Thomas says with his typical serious face.

─Working, don't you see?─She answers, raising an eyebrow with a certain grace.

Thomas just rolled his eyes

─Of course I see it─he sighed slightly irritated─but I have told you a thousand times that I don't want you in the betting room─Thomas demanded, crossing his arms.