Valentina Giovanni Vittori

"Oh? And what is it you do?" Tommy caught her eyes in his before taking a drink of his liquor then lighting a cigarette as well.

“If you keep doing this, I’ll never fuckin’ leave.” She laughed softly and leant down to press a kiss or two against his forehead where unruly locks of hair stuck.

The Vittori’s had heard of Thomas Shelby’s reputation and influence in Small Heath, so her brother thought that he would fit the profile of his next ally and colleague that Luca sorely wanted.

Expensive and adorned Parisian heels clicking against the wood of Thomas’s office, Valentina held a briefcase in one hand and her luxury cigarettes in the other. She had already prepared herself for the type of man this Shelby was, from all the things she had heard about him anyway.

“Good evening, Mr Shelby.” Her clear voice radiated confidence and etiquette as she wore a small smile that hopefully read as nothing but friendly.

“May I express on behalf of Quartz-Winery Company Ltd, and my brother, the appreciation to the consent of such a late meeting after hours.”

"Oh? And what is it you do?" Tommy caught her eyes in his before taking a drink of his liquor then lighting a cigarette as well.

“Anyone know where I can find a Shelby? Preferably Thomas Michael Shelby?”

Her loud voice and thick accent carried through the pub, moving to fish out cigarettes from within her purse as she looked around the room.

Her gaze settled on the door of a private room, perching the cigarette between her plump lips as she approached the door, despite the barman calling out and trying his best to keep her from going into the private room.

Tommy rolled his eyes when he heard his name being called by a woman but remained on his sit, if the woman wanted to talk to him then she should make her job to find him, her accent was strong and that gave away who she may be, he raised his hand for the barman to get him another dink while she went to the private room.

He definitely looked like somebody in this dump. Expensive looking suit and an exquisite taste of alcohol in his hand.

“Evening, Mr Shelby.”

She held her hand out to him though she didn’t expect any pleasantries back considering she was obviously Italian and Thomas had a loud dislike for the Italians.

Valentina too, was stressed.

After spending a brief three days in the shithole that was Small Heath, her brother had decided he needed to go back to New York to hold up business on the other side while his younger sister carried out the meetings and miscellaneous items on their to-do list alone.

As her heels clicked against the sticky wood of the alien environment that was The Garrison, the noise quietened as eyes looked to stare at her instead.

Yeah. Maybe she should’ve worn something more… Subtle.

Then again, Valentina was never subtle in anything she did. Whether that was fashion, business or conversation.

So here she was in her expensive jewellery

Her loud voice and thick accent carried through the pub, moving to fish out cigarettes from within her purse as she looked around the room.

After spending a brief three days in the shithole that was Small Heath, her brother had decided he needed to go back to New York to hold up business on the other side while his younger sister carried out the meetings and miscellaneous items on their to-do list alone.

As her heels clicked against the sticky wood of the alien environment that was The Garrison, the noise quietened as eyes looked to stare at her instead.

Yeah. Maybe she should’ve worn something more... Subtle.

Then again, Valentina was never subtle in anything she did. Whether that was fashion, business or conversation.

Her favourite maniac.