A/N: Very Offensive language

The sound of the bullet makes him shiver, but at least it goes through the ceiling and not his skull.

"It's alright, I'm alright! He fired into the ceiling!" Finn tells Arthur, as Chris puts the gun in his pocket and smiles. He's still a looker, but at least he knows where he stands. Without thinking, Finn gets his own gun and goes running to the pub. He bursts in, gun waving, seeing is brother's with some Chinese guy, obviously this Chris wasn't lying about "The brilliant Chang"

"Hold on" Tommy said.

"Steady on Finn"

"What the fuck is going on!" He yells.

"Finn...….stop!...we're conducting business"

"He had a gun to my fucking head! If I see that nigger again, I'll fucking cut him okay!" He roars.

"Enough eh? Finn relax at mine, I'll get a Taxi over, you'll have dinner with me and Lizzie tonight okay?" Tommy asks.

He can't refuse, so he gives Chang a stern stare and goes back to work. At around Seven pm, the taxi picks him up. Tommy's place is like a palace. One day he wants a place like this. The horses in the stable, the ducks in the pond. Maybe he'll buy property next to him, when he's got the cash. He walks down the driveway and gets greeted by one of the maids. She leads him to one of the studies, he thanks her and shuts the door. He looks at the books and walks to the desk, only to get a shock when his brother comes out of another door.

"Fuck!"

"You alright?"

"Yeah, you just gave me a shock. I've had enough of those today. You got any Scotch?"

"Eh? Brother in this house you stick to juice. I need you with a clear head. Especially now"" He watches Tommy go out and speak to the maid. He comes back in and turns a brighter light on.

"Don't lie to me. Just a warning"

"Lie? What have I gotta lie for?" He asks.,

"Do you remember when we had Changretta's associates on board? They cornered him, and watched him heartless, with blank faces when he died. All because we united for a better cause. If a better offer had come along. We'd have to dispose of them as well. More money for less problems." Tommy nods, getting out his own alcohol.

"Ummm...okay?"

"My point is Finn, the Blacks and the Chinese working together? It Never happens. Never. The Chinese view Blacks as untrustworthy. Worst than the common peasant. So why would the Brilliant Chang, reach out to a Black working class fish and chip shop?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Finn I know you got lost and met that lad. That Chris. Just in case you wanna know. he's early Twenties, likes football works with his Dad, that older man that wanted you to pay. But that's not why you put the feelers out? Was it? Not that you care anymore, but yeah, he's single"

"Dunno what you mean. Like you said. I got lost. Ended up in Nigger-town, and they were too stupid to know who we were" Finn tells him.

"But does our family know who you are Finn? You can use all the N- words you want until the cows come home. It only takes a few seconds to drop off fish and chips...doesn't it?"

"I'm not listening to this bullocks, get me a taxi back"

"No" Tommy said.

"No, what do you mean no!"

"I mean there's a guest room made up for ya. Cheer up eh? I actually sorted out that guest room with my own two hands" Tommy said holding his hands up. Finn nods and opens the door. The room feels slightly claustrophohic and he doesn't feel like answering any weird questions.

"I'm gonna take a look around okay?"

"Okay, we were gonna have fish and chips for tea, do you want me to change the menu mate? We don't want you having Haddock too soon?"

"Piss off" Finn laughs, running his hand through his hair. He playfully gave his brother the finger. His heart beat softens against his chest as his older brother smiles back. He exits the room and wonders around the house, knowing that both of his brothers are going to accept him sooner rather than later.