WHO WILL SAVE YOU NOW • MICHAEL GRAY x READER

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

The tension in the room was so thick that it could have been cut with a knife. For a while the room was silent, not one person saying anything. The only thing taking place in the room was glaring. Polly glared at you with an angry look, as did Thomas. Michael and John glanced at everyone while Arthur simply tried to hold his eyes open. No one dared to say anything until Polly started talking to you.

"So, you're the daughter of Raimond Pierce." She simply said, staring at you up and down just like she was assessing you from the scale of one to ten.

"You're saying it like it's a bad thing." You found yourself replying to her, catching both her and everyone else off guard. Everyone guessed that you knew about Polly Shelby and about the fact that she was basically the brains behind the operation. Due to that no one thought that you dared to talk back at her and honestly, neither did you.

"Well, you tell me. What are you planning?" She asked with her usual tone. You simply stared at her, feeling yourself getting angrier with every passing word that she said.

"Planning? You think I fucking planned this? You think that I want to get married to anyone from the fucking Shelby family?" At this point your voice raised with every word as you stood up, glancing at every member in the room before your eyes landed on Polly. She looked quite stunned over the fact that you dared to yell at her, at Polly Shelby, a person who could kill her in a second. Thomas stared at you, his face betraying no emotions. John had a smirk plastered onto his face while Michael's face betrayed also no emotions. Due to your yelling Arthur was now wide awake, seeming to be just as shocked as Polly was.

Thomas was the one to act, standing up as he pointed his finger towards you.

"Don't you dare talk to her like that." He angrily said. If looks could kill you would have been dead for a hundred times straight. You let out a chuckle before you walked over to the door, your attention at Thomas.

"Or what? What will you do? Because let's be honest here, you won't do shit. Because if you did, you would have a bloody war on your hands. I'm assuming that the last thing you want right now." You explained as your hand landed on the doorknob, slightly twisting it and causing the door to open. Before you walked out of the door you turned yourself back to Polly who hadn't said a word to you after your outburst.

"If you want someone to blame, blame your own bloody family. They were the ones who caused this all." You said before you walked out of the room, slamming it shut as you walked out of the bar.

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Arthur Shelby was the first person to say anything after you walked out of the room, not even glancing back at them when doing so.

"She really is the daughter of Raimond Pierce." He simply said as he laid his head on top of the table, feeling a desperate need to fall asleep.

"She's tough, that's for sure." Polly remarked as she took a sigarette and lighted it. As much as she hated admitting it, you reminded her of herself when she was younger. But the thought of you marrying someone from her family didn't appeal to her. Even if the marriage would be as a mean to make peace. They had done it before, marrying John off. Why couldn't they do it again, especially when it would mean the union of two most powerful families in Birmingham?

"She would most definately survive in the Shelby family." John said. Tommy rolled his eyes as he downed his drink, lighting his own cigarette while looking at Polly. Her opinion mattered the most to him, and he desperately wanted to know what she thought about the whole thing.

"Who do you plan to make her marry?" Polly asked, his eyes landing on Thomas. Tommy took a deep puff of his cigarette before exhaling the smoke from his mouth. Who would be the one to marry her? John and Arthur fell off the list, as did he. Finn was one of the potential candidates, even though he was a couple of years younger than she was. His eyes stopped at Michael who sat in silence as he sipped on his drink. He had to admit, Michael was the perfect candidate. He was a year or two older than her and he definately matched with her personality. The only problem was Polly. There was no way she would let her son marry Y/N Pierce, even if it meant everlasting peace between the two rivals.

"Michael."

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"No bloody way, Tommy. I won't let you do it." Polly was the one to respond, her eyes shooting daggers at Tommy. Michael looked at him with a shocked expression on his face. Out of all the people in the Shelby family, why would Thomas choose him? Not that marrying you was appaling. He thought you gorgeous, possibly one of the most beautiful women he had ever laid eyes on. You were elegant, yet you weren't as stiff as other women in England were. You weren't afraid to have fun.

And your personality. That was something Michael grately admired. You weren't afraid to step out for yourself and to defend yourself. But the truth was that Michael did not want to marry, not even with a woman as gorgeous as you were. He hadn't been in the business for long, and that was the thing he wanted to focus on at the moment.

"Don't I get a say in this?" He questioned. John next to him stiffled a chuckle as a way of him saying that 'if I didn't get to say anything, then you can only dream about it'.

"Look Michael-" Thomas began to explain, but stopped when Michael quickly stood up, leaving the room and not even bothering to hear what he wanted to say. He went to the bar from where he grabbed a bottle of whiskey, taking it with him as he left the Garrison, his family left behind arguing with each other.