WHO WILL SAVE YOU NOW • MICHAEL GRAY x READER

Chapter 4

Chapter 4

As soon as you exited The Garrison you knew you should have walked away from the place as quickly as possible. Yet the thought of going home didn't seem really appealing to you and because of that you decided to take as much time as possible till going home. You walked away from door, allowing the drunken people to enter the building. The first thing you did after stopping was pulling a pack of cigarettes from your purse, lighting it and taking a deep inhale of the cigarette. You weren't a huge smoker, finding yourself grabbing a pack of cigarettes every once in a while, especially when you were nervous or angry. And angry you were.

You walked over to a chair that you spotted a little further from The Garrison, sitting on it as you crossed your legs. Your eyes wandered around your surroundings, seeing quite many people walking in and out of the pub. It seemed to be a quite popular place, yet everyone was scared of the Shelby's. Why in the name of God did they visit the place if they were afraid of its owners?

You were deep in thought and due to that you didn't even notice one of the Shelby's spotting you and making their way towards you. As soon as Michael walked out of the pub he saw you sitting alone, deciding to have a chat with you, maybe even a glass of whiskey or two since it seemed that you needed it even more than he did. He stopped in front of you, and that was the moment you noticed him, silently cursing yourself for not leaving the place.

"You mind if I sit?" He asked, pointing towards another empty chair that was placed opposite of yours. You rolled your eyes at his question. He basically owned the chair, if anything you should have asked him whether it was okay for you to sit there, not the other way around.

"Go ahead." You simply replied, continuing to smoke your cigarette as you looked away from him. You felt him stare at you, but continued to look at the passing people. A part of you wanted to say something, but the other part of you told you to remain silent. Besides, what would you say to him? You didn't know who he was besides the fact that he was Polly's son and the Shelby's cousin. Other than that you didn't know anything about the man, nor did you really care. Your head was filled with different thoughts, not one of them featuring the man who was currently sitting in front of you.

"Are you always this silent?" He asked you, forcing you to look at him. There was a certain handsomeness in the man, but what strike out were his eyes. You were sure that if you were to look into his eyes you would simply drown in them.

Clearing your throat you decided not to answer to his question. Instead you pointed at his bottle, a smirk on your face.

"Mind if I drink a little? I didn't get my American whiskey after all." You asked and with a chuckle Michael passed the bottle to you. You took a large sip from it before placing the bottle onto the table between the two of you.

"I'm sorry you know. About the whole situation you are in." He said, causing you to look at him. He apologizing for something he wasn't guilty of caught you off guard. You gave him a small smile before finishing your cigarette and extinguishing it. A chuckle escaped your lips as you turned yourself towards Michael, a smile on your face.

"So, who's the lucky guy I'm marrying?" You found yourself asking. Surely he was aware of who the person was since you weren't. You weren't speaking to your father, and even if you were you were more than sure that he wouldn't tell you the person's name.

"Me." He simply replied, downing the whiskey down from his throat. Your mouth fell open as you stared at him. Gaining your composure you muttered 'bloody hell' to yourself, but still loud enough for him to hear you. He looked at you with a raised eyebrow as you realized that you came off very rudely due to your response.

"I didn't mean it like that. I'm sure you're a nice guy, it's just-" You stopped midway, not bothering to finish your sentence. He seemed to understand what you meant as he let out a deep sigh.

"Believe me, I know."

IIIIIIIIII

Your father's men rushing past you was the first sight you saw when you entered your house. They simply glanced at you as they left the house, not even bothering to say anything to you. You were confused, thinking that something serious had happened while you were away. You saw Lucas standing near you as you decided to ask him what was happening. When he spotted you he let out a deep sigh, clearly relived to see you.

"Bloody hell Y/N, where were you? Your father was worried sick." Lucas explained as you stood dumb-folded, unsure of what the problem was. You had stayed out maximum three hours, and it wasn't like you hadn't been out without guards before.

When your father saw you standing there safely he exhaled deeply. He knew he had to try to talk to you, had to try to explain you why he had done what he had done. It wasn't because he didn't love you - he did, he just didn't show it. He was harsh on you because he at some point he would disappear from this world and leave you alone. He wanted you to be ready for when the moment came; he wanted you to be ready to lead the Pierce gang.

"Y/N? Come to my cabinet please." Raimond Pierce said, his voice sounding a lot softer than it usually was. You looked over to him, sending a glance at Lucas before you walked into the cabinet, your father closing the doors after you.

You stood still, your arms crossed in front of your chest, waiting for him to say whatever he wanted to say. He silently sat into his chair, his eyes landing on you. For a second he thought about what to say, realizing that whatever he said would not be okay.

"I'm sorry." And that was it. You couldn't believe that those were the only words your father said to you after sending you basically off to marry someone you didn't even know. You knew that even saying those words took a lot from him since he was never a person who apologized for anything really.

"You're sorry? That really eases the situation that you are forcing me into. That's nice that you're sorry, but what about me? Did you ever think about what I wanted? Marrying someone I don't know isn't what I bloody want." You yelled as a tear rolled down your cheek. Never in the past had you cried in front of your father. 'We're gangsters Y/N, we don't have any emotions.' that's what your father would say to you. Yet the tear escaped from your eye, but you wiped it quickly away. You would not cry in front of Raimond Pierce.

With a deep breath you calmed yourself down as you looked at your father who looked at you with a stunned expression on his face.

"I will marry a Shelby on one condition: you will teach me everything there is to know about races, about how to lead a gang. And I will marry one month from this date. Do we have a deal?" You asked your father. Raimond looked at you, finding it surprising that you would dare to blackmail something out of him. But he needed a way so that you would forgive him, and that was it.

"Deal."