Tommy and Arthur carried Linda's body through the house, all the party guests were still occupied in the tent so there were no questions.
Chelsea just about made it to the door of the dining room before she felt someone clamp down on her wrist and pull her away from her family.
She sighed when she saw Isaiah looking back at her, "Shit me!" she shouted, "You fucking scared me!"
"I scared you?" Isaiah scoffed, "I just watched you willingly try to take a bullet!"
Chelsea rubbed her eyes, "I didn't want to take it but if it meant saving Arthur's life, I would've took it."
"You and the baby could've died, Chels." Isaiah whispered, "You've got to stop pulling this shit, you've got your child to think about."
"I'm sorry." Chelsea said, she hadn't realised in the moment how it would've impacted Isaiah if he lost his son and his new fiancé, "It was stupid and just overall idiotic but I can't lose another member of my family. I won't."
"I know, just, be more careful." Isaiah said, cupping her face, "If someone tries to shoot someone, you just pull them out of the way, you don't jump in front of them."
Chelsea smirked, "Got it. I need to go and help Linda so can you go back down to the guests and make sure no one leaves?"
"Of course I can." Isaiah said, kissing Chelsea on the lips once before jogging off.
Chelsea ran into the room and saw Linda awake on the table, squirming around.
She was screaming at them all and Arthur was currently on his hands and knees, shaking his heads and muttering words to himself.
"Linda," Chelsea began, pushing Linda's shoulders to the floor, "you have a son, Billy, and if you die he'll come to us and we'll have to raise him! So, for the love of God stop moving and let us get that fucking bullet out!"
"Mr Shelby, your guests." Mosley said from the door and Chelsea cursed Isaiah for letting the man get away.
"Get out!" Tommy shouted, "Family only! Chelsea, get him out!"
Chelsea turned around and walked up to Mosley, "You need to leave, this is a family meeting, so get out. . .now."
Mosley stared at Chelsea and began to talk but his mouth fell shut when Arthur leant his arm over Chelsea's shoulder and pointed the gun at Mosley, "Get out! Get out!"
"Lizzie, go to the kitchen and get some iodine now." Tommy said as Mosley finally left.
"Linda," Chelsea said, walking over to Linda, "this parts gonna hurt like a bitch, alright? I had to do it when I was eleven and it fucking killed but you're gonna be strong and do it, alright?"
Linda nodded just as Tommy began to fish around in her arm for the bullet and ten seconds later he found it.
"This part is , ehm, a lot worse." Chelsea said, handing her dad a bottle of whiskey, "Arthur, come and hold her."
Arthur bent down at Linda's head and held her still as her screams began, Tommy held the alcohol to her arm for a few more seconds before releasing it.
Arthur left the room a few seconds later and Linda lay crying on the table.
"Congratulations on your engagement, Pol." Chelsea smiled.
"You too, Chelsea." Polly said, pouring opium in a glass of whiskey and handing it to Linda.
"Linda," Tommy said, "drink this and in ten seconds the pain will be gone, okay? Drink it."
Linda obliged and drunk the opium, falling asleep almost two seconds later. Chelsea grabbed a pillow from a nearby chair and placed it beneath Linda's neck.
