SHELBY MADNESS | ISIAH JESUS [EDITING]

CHAPTER 6

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"Run for the hills! It's the Digbeth Kid!" Arthur yells.

The boys were back to fake shooting each other. Harlow let slip a quiet laugh, shaking her head at their immature behavior. But deep down she wanted involved in the game, she just wished she felt up for games. Lately, she didn't really feel up for much of anything. 

"Get out of town, kid, or I'll shoot your fucking head off," John fake shot Arthur.

The group of Shelby siblings made their way into the front door of the small family home. Harlow followed them inside, being met with a boy about her age standing in the dining room. John and Arthur, too invested in their own madness, didn't notice the boy at first. She turned to glance at Tommy, catching a smile planted on his lips. Harlow furrowed her eyebrows in response.

"Times up! Pew!" Arthur shoot at John one last time. John lowered his arm that held his gun, finally noticing the boy standing quietly next to Polly. "You're dead. Go down. John!" Arthur said as he pointed his gun at John then at the floor. John continued to stare. Harlow stared between her family members and the boy, who wore a very expensive suit. She didn't know what to think of the unknown teenager in front of them.

Arthur turned around, realizing John had been distracted by something, also seeing the boy. Arthur and John slid their guns into the holster on their waists, not wasting anytime cracking smiles. John, Arthur, and Harlow stifled a laugh, hoping it wasn't what they were all thinking.

"All right then, Polly," Arthur started. "Who's this?" As he leaned against the chair in front of him. John stifling another laugh. Polly stood up straight at what Arthur had insinuated of her and the boy, growing a serious expression on her lips.

Harlow's curiosity growing with the silence around them. She didn't have it in her to take too many more surprises. Especially if Polly was using this boy to get back at Tommy. Harlow still wondered why they were still on the outs, it seemed pretty serious with the way she acted towards him at the Garrison party.

"Gentlemen, Harlow," Tommy started. "This is your cousin." He nodded his head towards the boy. "Polly's son, Michael."

Harlow lifted her eyebrows with wide eyes. Arthur stood up straight. Harlow didn't have very many memories of Michael growing up, being that he was taken away from Polly when they were just little. The memories she did have, were the same as all children growing up in Birmingham.

Michael walked across the room to Arthur, holding out his hand for the man to shake, then went for John. "Pleased to meet you."

"John." John introduced himself, shaking the boys hand.

Michael stepped back, eyes shadowing across Harlow then back to her brothers. "I'm Arthur. You've already met me. I used to throw you out the window so John could catch you," Arthur stated.