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John shelby

When you accepted John's marriage proposal, you knew what it would entail. Not only would it mean taking him on as your husband, but all of his children, and his family. Accepting meant that you would become a Shelby. There was a danger that came with the name, the family, the lifestyle, and you believed you were prepared for it. Your mind and will were strong. Considering your proven track record, there was no doubt that you could handle any mess that landed in your lap.

You were on top of it all, practically running things from John's end. You may not have been blood, nor were you the face of anything, but you most definitely had the reins on a lot, John included. The poor boy was wrapped around your pretty little finger, or so you thought.

Watching your husband sit across the room, cigar in hand, surrounded by numerous women, you felt a fool. Oh dear, sweet John, so incapable of not flirting with every woman he sees. Sure you might also flirt with every man, but that didn't make you feel any better about the scene playing out before you.

You bring your drink up to your lips, taking a gulp. Finishing off the remnants of your third brandy of the night, glaring at the three girls fawning over him. Finn sits next to him, not absorbing any of the attention that the ladies were offering. One woman places her hand gently on John's lapel, letting her hand graze over his chest, as she giggles at something he says. He's not that funny, you scoff.

There was a lot you could take being a wife to a Shelby, but one thing that you weren't going to was being made a fool in front of everyone, by none other than your husband. Unbeknownst to you, Tommy and Arthur were watching you closely, soft smirks on their faces as they catch the expressions of disapproval you were shooting John's way.

They knew him, knew the flirt that he was, and though neither of them were going to speak out against John's actions, for fear of being caught in the crossfire of your wrath, it didn't stop them from both thinking that he was quite daft. Tommy wondered what fate would befall John if he kept up with his antics. Judging by the glare plastered to your face, he wagered that it wasn't going to be anything good. You'd had enough.

Setting your glass down on the bar, your gaze finds Tommy and Arthur, who quickly look away as if they hadn't seen anything, typical. You reach into your purse, pull out your lipstick and compact, fixing your smudged color on your lips before you slip it back into your purse and set off towards him.

You didn't want to start anything, to ruin Arthur's night, but John was making it very hard. That smug smirk, that you would normally melt for, had you ready to wipe it clean off his face. There was also the matter of the three women that were albeit throwing themselves at him, that you would have to refrain from dealing with. In classic Shelby fashion, your first thought would be to 'get rid' of them, in all senses of the word, but you weren't going to do that, not yet at least.

You weave through the guests dancing around, drunk and completely oblivious of the warpath you were on. Some move aside for you to pass, but pay you no mind, others you had to push past.

One of the women sees you approaching, knowing damn well who you are, yet makes no move to change her position, if anything she appears to shoot you a smile. Finn, however, catches your gaze and the blood drains from his face. He leans closer to John, trying to alert him of your approach, but John isn't listening.

The panic on Finn's face was enough to make you smile. Small tidbits of the conversation reach your ears. "Oh, I can be very convincing," and "need you a man to take care of that," followed by a smug smile. You can't lie, hearing those words fall from his lips, was making you angry in more ways than one.

Stopping in front of them, your head slightly cocked, gaze boring into him, you wait for him to notice you. When he doesn't you clear your throat, trying to gain his attention. Finn's panicked look turns to embarrassment as his eyes meet yours. He looked like he was desperately trying to apologize for John's actions, but also like he wanted you to know that he had nothing to do with it. However, you weren't after Finn, John was your target.