Arthur Shelby- Love at First Sight

Arthur Shelby- Love at First Sight Part 7

"Just a quick check Arthur," Y/n was already out of the car jogging toward the back door to the distillery. "The cameras went out, there's no reason for that."

"I understand that Love but we were about to..." her laughter and the way she looked back at him over her shoulder left him flustered. "We could have at least sent one of the boys over here to take a look." He followed after her in hot pursuit.

"Hardly, my luck they touch the wrong wire and poof all my equipment is fried. I'm sorry Arthur but it's got to be me. I'll make it up to you though." Her smile said enough.

Her need to check on things in person was admirable. She was thorough and hands-on, not afraid to get her hands dirty. He understood that better than most having to have solved issues that propped up all the time for his family. Arthur was used to the odd interruption, he just wished it wouldn't have happened in the middle of their night out.

The lights never should have been turned off in the still room and the guard that should have been patrolling was nowhere in sight. It didn't take but a few moments inside to smell the alcohol in the air heavier than it should have been or feel the puddle of liquid covering the concrete beneath their feet. Careful steps beside the giant gin stills letting their eyes adjust to the low light. A few more steps inching further inside had them on high alert. Arthur and Y/n both pulled out their pistols and glanced at each other. Y/n put her lips to her mouth and they stood listening.

Deep inside the still room, the sound of an ax smashing into metal echoed out. Gushing liquid cascading out of the metal stills and splashing on the floor. Arthur let out a low aggravated growl and signaled for Y/n to head to the left and he'd come around on the right. Y/n slipped out of her sneakers creeping silently and barefoot toward the back of the expansive room, gun poised at the ready. She could hear voices ahead of her, the distinct thick Italian accents celebrating too soon.

"He'll be pleased," one chuckled. "The fires will look nice."

"Don't be a fool," the other hissed. "Talk of such things after the fires are lit."

Y/n could make them out from the still she hid behind. Rolling her eyes seeing that even now they were dressed in the regulation dark grey suits that all of Changretta's family wore. 'Nothing stereotypical about these goons at all,' she thought to herself. She stifled her laugh. For as ruthless as Changretta was, it was like he took all his ques for himself and his men from repetitive viewings of the Godfather or Goodfellas.

"It doesn't matter once the other boys get their hands on Shelby's documents, it's as good as his."

Hearing there were more men somewhere inside the distillery Y/n holstered her gun. She could see Arthur across the way with the same look, his head nodded toward the stairs headed into the offices and crept that way. He paused at the bottom of the steps, turning in time to see the knives Y/n had thrown sinking into the throats of Changretta's goons. Y/n's aim was the envy of Arthur, but as soon as he saw the blood mixing in with the alcohol covering the floor he had to close his eyes.

Flashbacks of the war attempted to flood his mind. Images of men under his command screaming and crying out for help. Bodies scattered in the dirt and muck. Each one morphing into his greatest fear, the faces of Tommy and John everywhere his eyes glanced. Their blood mingling with the ground, the stench of copper, charred flesh and the burning Humvees filling his nose like he was still there. The heat from the explosion rocked his convoy off the road licking at his skin.