Nathaniel Riverside
His relationship with Thomas Shelby was uncertain and full of one sided-animosity at best and morphed into enemies on various occasions, and yet, Nathaniel found himself unable to stop thinking about those blue, piercing eyes and about a spirit, that despite being at great disadvantage, despite fear and humiliation, refused to completely bend for him.
It was taunting, the image of Tommy on his knees, tears in his eyes, mouth around a cock.
Nathaniel couldn’t stop thinking about the future they both would have had if Thomas showed up that night in London. But that was the past. And at present, Nathaniel was content with having Shelby where he wanted him and that is, his private mansion on the outskirts of Edinburgh.
Far enough from enemies and friends.
Both Thomas – under watchful eye of the best doctor a money could get and his son, Charles, were escorted there yesterday, in the middle of the night. And now, come morning, Thomas was finally starting to wake up.
Nathaniel sat on the side of his bed, looking for any sign of consciousness. He didn’t even pretend not to look worried.
Indeks 
