WHO WILL SAVE YOU NOW • MICHAEL GRAY x READER

Chapter 15

Chapter 15

Shockingly to you, you woke up in the morning with a smile on your face. The events of the previous night came into your mind, the fact that you had spent hours talking with Michael and having multiple drinks with him. You had learnt much about him, and that made the fact that you were going to marry him in two days easier to accept. The sun had already slowly risen when Michael accompanied you to your house, the two of you stopping straight in front of your doorstep.

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"Thank you for making sure I got home safely." You said, a huge smile on your face, your eyes staring straight into his. He simply nodded, not bothering to reply, and you noticed that he was leaning closer to you. A part of you desperately wanted to move away from him, while the other part told you to let him kiss you. That part won. His lips crashed into yours, and as a response you deepened the kiss, your hand moving to his hair. When he pulled away his forehead stopped on yours, a smile on his face which quickly turned into a chuckle. He made you laugh, and without any words, only one last look you entered your house, shutting the door closed as you stopped to lean on the door, smiling from ear to ear.

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You were so deep in your thoughts that when you went downstairs to eat breakfast you didn't even notice your father sitting already at the table, sipping on some juice while his eyes scanned some papers in his hands. He looked up when he saw you entering, and when you were about to turn around to leave he practically commanded you to sit with him. With a sigh you sat across him, crossing your arms as you glared at him, waiting for him to say something. Instead his slid you a paper with something written on it. You saw that there was an address on the paper, a place that wasn't too far from your house.

"What's this?" You questioned, throwing the paper onto the table before crossing your arms again. The frown on your father's lips turned quickly into a smile, making you raise your eyebrow.

"That's where your new pub is." He said, your eyes widening. A part of you thought you misheard him, but there was no denying - your father really did say your pub. You couldn't help but to let out a scoff, not believing that your father had tried to make you forgive him by buying you a pub.

"If you think that buying me a pub will make me forgive you, you're deeply mistaken." You spoke out loud the thoughts in your mind, your father rolling his eyes. He rose from his seat, moving not too far away from you. You followed him with your eyes, seeing that he took out a wooden box you knew your pictures were. Your father took out one of them, sitting next to you and handing you the picture. You knew who the man in the picture was - your grandfather. You had heard multiple stories about how he had come to Birmingham from London, set up his business and became one of the most powerful gangsters in the town. He had passed the business to your father a little before he was shot dead in the streets of Birmingham.

The picture, however, didn't simply show him, but he was standing in front of a pub called 'Silver & Gold'. He had bought the pub a little after arriving in Birmingham, and the pub became the place he ran most of his operations from. It was significant to him, much like the Shelby's used the Garrison. Your father closed the pub after the death of your mother during the darkest period in his life.

"This pub has been in our hands for decades. It is yours now, if you want it of course." Raimond said, your eyes turning from the picture to him. There was a small smile on his face, and as a response you smiled before throwing your arms around him. He returned the hug, his hands around your shoulders. When you pulled away he planted a kiss onto your forehead, brushing a piece of your hair away from your face before walking off, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

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After eating breakfast and changing you were about to head out of the door when your father called you back. He had a worried look on his face, and when he glanced at his cabinet you saw that there was an unknown man sitting in the room. The man next to him, however, wasn't unknown to you. It was the same one who had saved you from Sabini. His words came back to you as you connected the dots in your head - you were more than sure that the man sitting was Alfie Solomons, the man commanding the Jews in London.

"Y/N, go take care of our guest, and show him the Pierce hospitality." Your father said, his hand grabbing yours and gently pulling you away from the cabinet. You saw the unknown man's eyes on you, and for a second you stared back before focusing on your father instead.

"I'm sorry, I completely forgot to-" You began to apologize, but your father stopped you from finishing your sentence.

"What you do with the Jewish gangster in none of my business. He's here for you, not me." He simply said before walking off, leaving you alone to stare at the cabinet in surprise. You cleared your throat, walking into the room and closing the room behind you. Alfie didn't even bother to turn around, his eyes fixated on the glass in his hands.

"That is some good stuff you have here, Y/N. You want some, Booth?" He said, offering his glass to your savior who simply shook his head. You hesitated for a second before walking to the chair your father had always sat in. When you sat in the leather chair your childhood memories came back to you as you always saw your father sitting in the chair. It seemed surreal to you that you were the one sitting in it, staring straight at one of the most powerful gangsters as well as one of the craziest.

"What can I help you with, Mr. Solomons?" You asked politely, placing your hands onto the table. Your eyes didn't leave his, and the staring continued for a couple of seconds before he leaned forward, placing his glass onto the table.

"There's a lot of things you can help me with, but at the moment, I need you to get me a meeting with Thomas Shelby." He said with his accent as you chuckled as a response, leaning back in the chair and crossing your arms. From the corner of your eye you saw Booth smirk at your response while Alfie didn't seem to be amused at all. In fact, there was a murderous look in his eyes, probably because a woman like you dared to laugh at him.

"And why would I do something like that?" You questioned, your eyes moving from Alfie to Booth before landing on the gangster boss.

"I have never liked to remind people of their debts, but in case you have already forgotten, I saved your life. Something you didn't even bother to share with your father."

"I've been busy." You replied, feeling yourself getting angrier at the man. It was true that he had saved you, but you couldn't stand blackmail, and that was exactly what Solomons was doing.

"I've heard. Congratulations of the wedding. Never thought a Shelby would snatch away the great Raimond Pierce's daughter. Match made in hell." Alfie commented, standing up and emptying the glass. When he had finished it he threw it into the fireplace, pieces of glass shattering everyone. You flinched at the action, trying your best to hide it from Alfie. He didn't notice while Booth did, and there was something in his eyes, something that you couldn't understand.

"Make the meeting, Y/N. Or things will get a lot messier than they are." Solomons said, walking off with Booth behind him. You sent them with a glare, and as soon as they left you punched at the table, anger taking over you. What in the name of God had you gotten yourself into?