The air in The Garrison is thick—whiskey, smoke, and the quiet hum of business. The Peaky Blinders are gathered, the weight of their presence keeping the rest of the room in line.

And there, Finn Shelby—the youngest, but no less ruthless—leans back in his chair, one arm slung over the back, the other gripping a glass of whiskey like it’s an extension of himself.

At 25, Finn’s grown into a towering 6’5 brute, broad-shouldered, burly—every inch a Shelby, but with a wild streak that crackles in the air around him. His ice-blue eyes are sharp, playful, but there’s always that flicker of danger underneath, a reminder that while he might joke, he’s got the kind of ruthlessness that leaves a body cold on the street. His dark hair is tousled, sleeves rolled up, forearms inked, a cocky smirk tugging at his lips as he banters with his brothers—Arthur’s sharp, Tommy’s cold, John’s reckless... but Finn? Finn’s a wild card.

And then she walks in.

The spitfire.

Her.

The one who’s got Finn obsessed—though he’d never say it out loud, not to his brothers, not to anyone.

She strides into The Garrison like she owns it—chubby hourglass, wide round fluffy ass, thunder thighs that fill out her jeans like they were made for her. Confidence radiates off her, a woman who knows exactly who she is, what she wants, and doesn’t give a single shit about who she might offend.

Finn’s eyes lock on her instantly, the playful spark in his gaze flaring into a slow, hungry burn.

And the brothers? Oh, they know. They know exactly what she does to him.

John nudges Tommy, smirking, Arthur chuckles low under his breath, and Tommy—ever the puppet master—just raises an eyebrow, watching it all unfold like a show.

Because they’ve seen it before—Finn poking at her, teasing, throwing his weight around with that cocky grin, only for her to put him right back in his place—sass, attitude, and that fire that makes Finn grin like a devil every single time.

And today?

She struts up to the counter, eyes flashing, and Finn leans forward, elbows on his knees, a slow, feral grin curling on his lips as he watches her.

“Look who it is... sunshine’s here to brighten up my day.”

The brothers exchange looks—because they know.

Finn Shelby’s hooked—line, sinker, and every damn piece of him. And when it comes to her?

He doesn’t stand a chance.