Arthur Shelby- Love at First Sight

Arthur Shelby- Love at First Sight Pt 12

Luca Changretta stood with a handful of men with rifles held in their hands behind him. The only thing between him, Tommy and the other Shelby's and Pol was a large wooden table. The sampling table, a heavy ancient table the brewers used when testing the color and composition of the spirits made in the distillery. The tension was high, everyone on high alert. The situation wasn't looking like it would go in Tommy's favor.

"My lawyers drew up these papers, nice and legal like." Luca grinned menacingly as he tossed a stack of papers on the table. "You sign all your businesses over to me and we'll call it even. I'll even let you keep your garish homes."

"And if I don't?" Tommy pursed his lips in a thin line.

"Then you'll be the last one alive and watch as everything and everyone you love burns," Luca laughed. "You started this shit by beating my brother, then your piece of shit druggie brother went and shot my father."

Shots rang out as three men behind Changretta dropped to the ground, the others didn't move, not even a twitch. Y/n made her presence known circling the table, eyeing both sides equally. John and the others had drawn their weapons, now steadied themselves and holstered them. Y/n shifted through the papers on the table without a word before she spoke.

"Oh, I'm sorry, am I late?" She jumped up and sat on the edge of the table, kicking her feet like a child and laid her gun in her lap.

"You're supposed to be dead!" Luca hissed enraged, turning back toward his remaining men. "I saw you shot last night."

"Yeah see me and the Devil have an arrangement. He minds his own fucking business and I do what the hell I want." Y/n cocked her head to the side grinning at Luca.

"You're a mouthy little bitch just like your slut of a sister," Changretta thought he could touch a nerve, but Y/n didn't take the bait as he'd hoped.

"Speaking of Cecilia," Y/n smiled with an eerie glow. "She says hi and almost and I stress the almost bit, feels bad for your impending fate."

Luca Changretta signaled to the men behind him to shoot, but none of them moved. They didn't even look at him. He yelled and screamed at them, but nothing more than an eye roll was given by those men. Luca turned back toward Y/n and her smiling face. It pissed him off more than anything, the fact that she wasn't afraid of him. He got up in her face, so close she could smell the coffee on his breath.

"I'll fucking kill you and then that poor excuse of a father. Chicago will be mine." Luca glared at her while running a finger over her cheek. Sneering an idea struck. "Maybe, I'll just take you instead. You've got more fight in you than your sister. I bet that piece of shit English druggie didn't satisfy you."

Y/n had her gun from her lap and pressed against his temple before he could even blink. The sheer thought of knowing Arthur was her pressure point, her weakness made him grin. She could hear the steps of the Shelby's and Pol behind her. Changretta shot them a glance and shook his head.

"There's that feistiness I want. I'm going to enjoy fucking that rebellion out of you." His smug voice and wild claims only fueled her anger.

"You took pieces of my heart away from me and you'll pay for that," Y/n cringed when his fingers glided over her skin again.

Luca was about to retort some smart ass remark when a door to the distillery room opened with a bang. Y/n couldn't see who was behind her, but whoever it was made Luca flinch. Two gunshots rang out in the room. Blood spattered over Y/n as Luca's body tumbled to the floor. Arthur raced across the room standing in front of her. His hands cradling her face, thumbs swiping away the blood on her cheeks.

"Here to usher me to the other side handsome?" Her voice faltered and her eyes rolled back.

He didn't understand what she meant and gaped at her confused. Tommy and the others rushing to her side. It only took a moment for Arthur to understand feeling the wetness seeping into his leg that was pressed against hers. Looking down he saw the blood soaking through her shirt and dripping onto the table. Y/n only shot once, the other shot had been Changretta.

Arthur was frantic and in a panic. He could hear the voice booming out from one of Changretta's men calling an ambulance. The other two set their weapons down and came lurching over pushing Arthur aside as they started to fuss around Y/n. One had pulled off his shirt using it to stop the bleeding in her abdomen, the other checking her pulse and her eyes.

"What the fuck are you doing?" Arthur yelled trying to shove the men away, but they wouldn't budge.

"Trying to save her life, we work for her now." The one pressing his shirt to her wound replied laying her flat on the table.

Arthur leaned over the table out of the way of the men brushing the hair out of Y/n's face. Tommy and the others scrambling trying to help any way they could. Arthur wouldn't leave his spot beside her head. Frantic kisses against her temple, a gentle bump of his forehead to hers.

"You can't leave me, Love, I need you," his voice cracked filled with fear. "Y/n I need you."

It was all apart of Tommy's plan, faking Arthur's death giving the others time to deal with Changretta. He knew Y/n would burn the world to the ground in his absence, but he never found out how bad it'd gotten until he made it back from America. He took the opportunity of his 'death' to take care of some business in the states while the others ended the war.

The searing pain was all Y/n could feel. She'd been shot before but it never felt like this, but she'd done it. Luca Changretta was dead, her sister and Arthur avenged. She could go peacefully now. She could have sworn she saw Arthur's ghost ready to ferry her to the other side. Maybe if she was lucky enough, she could spend the afterlife with him. She wasn't so sure she was deserving of a happy ending though. Y/n had caused her fair share of pain. Maybe she wasn't meant for happiness since it kept getting taken away from her.

"I thought it would be Cecilia," she mumbled in agony staring up at Arthur's face, so sure he was nothing more than a spirit. "But I'm glad it's you."

"It's me, Love," the cry stuck in his throat at the sound of her giving up. He tried to get her to understand he was real, that he was there. Leaning over he pressed his lips to hers in a strained kiss. "We're supposed to go somewhere warm Love, remember?"

Y/n winced in pain as her breathing slowed. Arthur watched in horror as her eyes rolled back and closed to the sound of sirens in the distance.