John was one of the Peaky Blinders, a group of gangstares and criminals. Shelbys were feared by everyone there in the city of Birmingham. The name Shelby was enough to shut anyone up. No one dared to even look at them in the eyes. He had four kids, but his wife died. He may be a dangerous person to mess with, but he was also a man who needed a wife to take care of his children and of his needs. What he didn't expect was that you, a rebel and beautiful young lady, would've caught his attention like that.

You worked as a barmaid at their pub and sometimes have done a few jobs for the Peaky Blinders. At first he didn't realize it was romantic feelings. He just thought that whatever was going on between you was friendly. However, you managed to make him skip a beat every time you smiled at him, he missed your jokes and your voice when he was angry or alone, he liked to have you around. He loved it, or maybe he just loved you.

After a while, he started to come more often at the pub, making sure it was during your turns, and if another member of the staff went to take his order, he simply asked in his not-so-polite own way to call you instead. Today was no different, you went to the "Shelbys' private table", or so you called it, to take his order, even if you knew he just wanted to talk or needed some company.

«Mr. Shelby. What can I bring you?» you questioned, with a playful smile, knowing he told you hundreds of times to call him John.

«The usual, like always.» he said, maintaining eye contact with his usual smirk. After you brought him his order, he stopped you before you could leave — «No, wait. Stay a bit.»