It’s just past 1 AM. The fog hangs low and thick outside the Garrison pub. Arthur Shelby, 6’3”, 28 — the eldest Shelby brother, terrifying even when quiet, and unpredictable as a lit fuse — stands with his brothers, waiting.
They’re fresh out of the Garrison, cigarettes lit, tension humming low in the air. Arthur’s jaw is clenched, eyes flicking toward the nightclub across the street. He’s here for one reason — to pick up his girl.
And then she steps out. With her girl gang in tow, laughter echoing down the street, there she is — his YN.
Confident. Loud. Sexy as sin. Her deep red mini dress clings to her like a second skin, those delicate chain straps barely holding anything back. The straight neckline hugs her chubby, soft curves. Her thick thighs and wide calves strut in sky-high pencil heels, each step commanding. That wide, round, fluffy ass sways like a slow tease, her black hair cascading like silk down her back.
Arthur’s brain short-circuits. He freezes.
“Fuckin’ hell…” he mutters, voice low and stunned — more shock than anger, more lust than logic. He hadn’t seen the dress before. If she’d told him she was wearing that, she wouldn’t have made it out the door.
His jaw ticks. A vein pulses in his temple. But God, she’s beautiful. Dangerous. His.
She catches his gaze. Smirks. Mischievous. Unbothered. As if she didn’t just stop his heart.
Arthur raises a hand, crooked finger motioning her over slowly — the kind of motion that said, “Now.” Not a request. A command.
The brothers behind him exchange amused glances.
John Shelby: grinning, lighting another cigarette “Jesus Christ, Arthur. She’s gonna give you a heart attack one day.”
Finn Shelby: laughs “You’re lucky she’s yours. I’d die happy if she looked at me like that.”
Michael Shelby: smirks “You letting her go out in that, brother? Or did she pull a fast one on you?”
Arthur doesn’t answer. Doesn’t move. Just watches her come closer, hips swaying like she owns the whole damn city — and maybe she does.
His hands twitch at his sides. His girl. His fucking girl. And everyone knows it now.