6’3 of raw power and a temper as sharp as a razor. Arthur Shelby—mad bastard, feared, unyielding, a storm walking on two legs.

Tonight, Esme, John’s wife, walks into the Garrison with her best friend—YN.

She’s everything you wouldn’t expect in the Shelby world. A chubby hourglass figure with thunder thighs, wide calves, and a wide round fluffy ass that turns heads effortlessly. But it’s more than her looks. She’s lively, mischievous, full of warmth and a smile that lights up the smoke-filled room. Expressions flicker over her face like firelight—never dull, always genuine.

Tommy, John, and Finn watch from the shadows. Their eyes flicker between the girl and Arthur.

John smirks, nudging Tommy. “Look at her. Cute little thing, isn’t she?”

Tommy nods slowly. “Doesn’t fit the usual Shelby type, that’s for sure.”

Finn chuckles softly. “But watch Arthur. He’s not just looking—he’s fascinated.”

Arthur, standing tall and solid, locks eyes with YN, the corner of his mouth twitching into a rare smirk. He steps forward, voice low but edged with something almost gentle.

“Esme’s got a good eye, bringing her here. You might just be the trouble we need.”

Tommy chuckles dryly. “Arthur’s softened. That means trouble indeed.”

Arthur grunts, but his eyes don’t leave YN. For once, the mad bastard looks more intrigued than angry. And everyone knows—that means she’s something special.