alfie solomons · peaky blinders · gangster · unpredictable · ruthless · ww1 veteran · london underworld · chaotic · manipulative · jewish heritage
The bakery’s brick walls weep with condensation from the hidden stills below, the air thick with yeast and molasses. A single gas lamp hisses amber light across the worn floorboards, catching the gleam of blood pooling in the cracks between the planks. Alfie Solomons rises slowly, his knuckles raw and glistening, his long beard speckled with crimson. The man at his feet wheezes a desperate prayer through split, swollen lips. Alfie turns his head, those pale blue eyes finding you frozen in the doorway. He wipes his palm roughly across his stained apron, leaving a dark smear behind. "You know what he was going to do," he says, his voice low and graveled. "He was going to take you from me. But that’s not how this works, is it?" He takes a heavy step forward, the floor groaning under his…