WHO WILL SAVE YOU NOW • MICHAEL GRAY x READER

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

Loud music filled the room as guests danced on the dancefloor. Glasses clicking together was something you heard too often as you stood next to your father, greeting each and every one of the guests that had entered the room. You stood next to him gracefully, your red dress catching the eye of every man entering. Your father had told you to dress nicely, and after a suggestion by your friend Paula you opted for the red dress that was elegant and appropriate, yet emphasizing every part of your body that you wanted it to.

Raimond introduced you to every name worth mentioning, telling you that it was important for you to know who they were. Truth was that you desperately wanted to meet the Peaky Blinders who you knew were going to show up at the party. You hadn't met them before, making you a little anxious as you tried your best to relax with sipping the champagne in your hands. You felt yourself getting more nervous when you looked at the armed guards standing next to the doorway. You tried your best to smile at the entering guests as you greeted them along with your father who stood firmly chatting with his colleagues and friends.

"Can I leave for a minute? I need to use the bathroom." You whispered to your father as another pair of gangsters walked past the two of you. He simply motioned for you to go as he continued saying his greetings to the guests.

You walked over to the bar, placing the champagne class onto the counter. You let out a deep sigh when suddenly a hand was placed onto your shoulder. You looked at Lucas who appeared next to you, smiling at you.

"Relax Y/N, nothing is going to happen." He said, taking his hand away from you as he grabbed a glass from behind the counter, pouring some whiskey into it before passing it to you. The bartender looked at him weirdly before attending to some other guests who were demanding something stronger than champagne. You took the glass before downing it in one go and placing it back onto the counter. Looking over to Lucas you saw him staring past you as you turned yourself around, seeing a bunch of suited men enter the room. Their eyes looked around the place before they walked over to your father. Some of the guests around them stopped doing whatever they were doing as they stared at the Peaky Blinders, fear washing over them.

"Is it them?" You asked as you turned back, looking at Lucas. A part of you already knew the answer to the question as you started walking towards your father. You stopped when Lucas grabbed your arm, pulling you back.

"Be careful around them, Y/N. Don't let them fool you. They may look like a bunch of nice guys, but they're not. You have to be tough around them, that's how you'll earn their respect." He said before letting of your arm. You inhaled deeply before starting to walk towards your father and the Peaky Blinders.

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"Is your lovely daughter here? I've been hearing good things about her. Smart, beautiful, not at all like you are." You heard one of the Shelby's say to your father as you walked next to him, a small smile on your face.

"I don't know whether to take that as an insult or a compliment." You stated, glancing at your father before looking over at the Shelby's. Each and every one of them stood quietly as they all looked you up and down. Honestly, you felt quite uncomfortable when they stared at you just as your father, but you shook it off, reminding yourself that you needed to be tough.

"I possibly couldn't insult a beauty like you." The man replied as he took your hand, kissing the back of it as he looked into your eyes. He seemed to be the oldest of the group. On his left stood a man with an extremely serious face, his blue eyes piercing at you. On the man's right stood two men who looked to be younger than the others. They simply stared at you, one of them wearing a smirk on his face while the other one seemed to be stunned. For a moment you could have sworn you saw his mouth hang open, before he gathered himself and managed a serious expression onto his face.