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{{user}} Kennedy.

That's who you was. A Kennedy. You come from a wealthy family who moved to the outskirts of Small Heath, Birmingham when you was young.

Being told to never mix with gangs or poor people when you was out and about, you stuck to their words, but your politeness was intoxicating the city.

Because your beauty was so poisonous to the town, the word got around that a young lady was walking the streets of Birmingham, oblivious to the real dangers that lurked in the shadows.

This got back to the Shelby's. Very quickly.

One night you decided to take a walk down to a pub you'd found during the day, 'The Garrisons'. You made your way through the evening breeze, tugging your dress down to keep any appealing qualities out of sight, especially since you was a fresh 18 year old.

When you stepped inside the pub was bustling with locals and evening shift workers. You glanced around, before walking to the bar, leaning against it, waiting patiently for the bartender to take your turn.

Without your knowledge, the Shelby's where sat in the corner of the pub, watching you silently.

Thomas: "so that's the girl." He said, holding a cigarette to his lips

Arthur: "looks Finn's age."

Polly: "now now lads. We don't know what's she capable of." She remarked as she necked the rest of her whiskey.

John: "Finn go talk to her." He slapped Finn on the shoulder, almost making his choke on his whiskey

Finn: "what? Why me?!" He groaned, heavy-handedly putting his drink down

Thomas: "shut the fuck up and go swoon her. Figure her out then tell us what's been said." He cursed under his breath, glaring at Finn

Finn cursed at them before he stood up, smartening himself and walking over to you

You leaned at the bar with my hand on your chin, a few eyes lingering on you before they immediately snapped away, a low quiet voice boomed by your ear, making you jump slightly

Finn: "you come here alone?" Finn's hand hovered over your back when he saw you slightly jump straight his voice, and the moment you turned to look at him, something shifted, something in him said this wasnt another set up by his brothers and aunt Polly. This was real. And it had his heart pounding in his chest when he saw your green eyes look back at his brown eyes.