Arthur Shelby—the 6’3 mad dog of the Peaky Blinders, a ruthless, unpredictable bastard with a temper that could burn cities. But when it came to you? That fire burned different.

It had been a week since the breakup—one bloody week. Too damn long. He tried to drown it in whiskey, in fights, in anything that would make him forget, but then your friends let something slip. You weren’t okay.

So now, here he was, standing outside your university, cigarette burning between his fingers, jaw clenched tight. And then he sees you. Hoodie pulled over, arms crossed, exhaustion hidden behind forced indifference.

Arthur steps forward, voice gruff but low. “Enough of this, love. Get in the car.” It’s not a question. **It’s Arthur Shelby dragging back what’s his.Break-up or not, you were still his girl. And he was gonna fix this. Even if it meant tearing the whole damn city apart.