WHO WILL SAVE YOU NOW • MICHAEL GRAY x READER

Chapter 8

Chapter 8

It took you some time to get over the shock, but when you did you ran out of the door, stopping before to take the guard's gun with you. You mentally thanked Lucas for his shooting lessons he had organized some time ago. It was logical that a gangster knew how to shoot, cue the reason why Lucas decided to teach you. The gun in your hands gave you a lot of confidence, yet you couldn't stop your hands from shaking as you walked around the house.

You had no idea how to get out, and anyone could have bumped into you any second, making you quite anxious. As you made your way down the stairs you saw guards on the ground, dead. You figured it was the man from before who was responsible for their deaths, and you couldn't help but to feel grateful. There was a possibility that you could have ended up dead, or missing a couple of fingers if that man hadn't walked in. Yet the fact that he was under the payroll of Alfie Solomons made you nervous to say the least. You had heard many crazy stories about Alfie, and so far considered them to be true. The fact that he was an ally of the Shelby's calmed you down a little, but the nervousness still didn't fully disappear. There was no way to tell what Alfie Solomons could want from you or your father. Without blinking twice you ran out of the door, running into more dead guards as you made your way as far away as possible from the house owned by Sabini.

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When Raimond Pierce arrived at the meeting place, a suitcase in his hands with 10,000 pounds in it, he was quite sure he wouldn't leave the place alive. Sabini was crazy to say the least, but what made him worry more was the fact that he was unexpected. Yet the only thing Raimond could think about was you and your safety. He wanted you safe and alive, not caring at all what happened to him. Of course he took some people along with him, Lucas included, but it still wasn't enough to calm him down.

When he arrived at the meeting place chosen by Sabini he grew even more anxious as he noticed that not one of the Italians were there. Because of that he was more than sure that the meeting was a trap, and he wouldn't have been surprised if he were gunned down in the matter of seconds. Yet he couldn't force himself to lose hope. There was still a slight possibility that they were slightly late.

When 20 minutes had passed and there was no sight of the Italians Raimond was forced to admit that you were most possibly dead. The Italians had never missed a meeting during the time the two of them were allies, and even when they were at war, so the only possible explanation was that they missed this one because they couldn't present Raimond his daughter alive. Lucas appeared next to Raimond, placing a hand onto his shoulder and taking a deep breath.

"We should go, sir." He simply said, removing his hand before starting to walk back to the car. Raimond stood still, staring straight ahead of him with a dead look in his eyes. He knew that there was a possibility that when he got home he would be greeted by your dead body in the house, or something else. And that was a sight he was most definitely not ready to see.

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As you walked on the streets of Birmingham you were greeted by people staring at you like you were a lunatic. You were sure that you definitely looked the part - your hair was tangled and there was not one indication of the curls that had been there a day before; your face looked pale like you hadn't slept or eaten for a day, which was basically true; and the fact that your dress was ripped at some parts didn't help. Besides, there was a gun in your hands which you tried your best to hide under a coat you had grabbed from Sabini's place. The streets of Birmingham were cold, and it was practically winter. The last thing you wanted and needed was to freeze to death before you could even reach your home.

For a moment you wondered what your next step should be - would it have been safer to go straight home, or to find one of the Shelby's first? You were more than sure that when Sabini wakes up he would start hunting you down, and going to your house would be the first thing he would do since he would probably think you went straight home. But if you went to the Shelby's you would put them in danger as well. But then again they were already at war with the Italians, so you going there would probably not change anything, not for the better nor for the worst. Therefore the next obvious step for you was to find one of the Shelby's.

It only seemed logical that you would try to find them at The Garrison which was a logical place for at least one of them to be. People continued to give you weird looks as you walked past them, but you couldn't care less. The only thing that mattered was your safety, and you knew that you would be safe at The Garrison.

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As you were about to enter the pub a man stopped you, placing a hand in front of the door.

"There's a private party inside. You invited?" He asked with a rough voice as the cigarette in his mouth almost dropped onto the ground. He drew his hand back, cursing silently as you decided to simply walk into the pub. Slipping past him you walked inside the pub, seeing a party in full swing before your eyes. You felt hands around your arm, and looking back you saw the same man from outside trying to drag you back into the cold. Before he could do so you heard a familiar voice tell the guard to let you in. He let go before returning to his original post.

Michael appeared in front of you, relief in his eyes as he saw that you were alive. When he saw in what condition you were the relief in his eyes was replaced by pure concern as he gently took your hand, leading you to an empty corner and away from the partying people. Without thinking you wrapped your arms around him as tears started rolling down your cheeks. You tried so hard not to cry in front of him, but you couldn't stop yourself from doing so. He silently wrapped his arms around you, a hand gently smoothing your back while the other one was brushing your hair.

"You're safe, Y/N." He whispered as your hold around him tightened. You felt him turn his head, and when you followed his gaze you saw Polly stand next to the two of you, her eyes not betraying any emotions. You quickly let go of Michael as you wiped the tears away. Without any warning she grabbed your hand, dragging you inside a small room and forcing you to sit onto the couch. Michael followed the two of you without saying anything. Polly sat against you before grabbing a cigarette and lighting it.

"Michael, bring a bottle of whiskey. And two glasses." She commanded, taking a drag from the cigarette. Michael shortly returned with the items his mother asked him to bring, placing them onto the table and taking a seat next to Polly. She opened the bottle, pouring the two glasses full before handing you one. With your hands shaking you took the glass gratefully, taking a long sip before placing the glass back.

"Did Sabini hurt you?" She asked, her voice even sounding slightly concerned. You instantly replied, shaking your head. Besides the fact that he had burnt your arm he hadn't really hurt you. Yet for some reason you couldn't bear to show yourself as a weak woman, cue the reason why you decided not to say anything.

"Why are there burn marks on your arm then?" She continued questioning, her eyes landing on your arm. Michael followed her gaze, seeing multiple red circular dots on your arm. Without replying you grabbed your arm, or how much was left of it, trying to cover the burns as well as you could.

"I'm fine." You simply replied, your eyes landing on Polly. She let out a sigh before taking a sip of her drink. She put out her cigarette before turning to you, a small smile on her face.

"I think it's about time we got you home."