Seduction By a Shelby | Tommy Shelby

ONE

Sierra stepped off the train in Small Heath. She knew no one would look for her there. She needed to escape from her ex-fiancée. He would no doubt come after her and she didn't want that.

Sierra walked down the streets of Watery Lane and sighed. The men were all looking at her. She didn't like it. She didn't like to be known as a piece of meat.

Sierra had left London to leave her ex fiancée. All he wanted her for was sex and she didn't want that.

Sierra looked around knowing that this was now her home and she didn't know if she could get used to it. As she was walking she saw women looking at her. She didn't know if it was envy or awe.

She arrived at her new house and sighed. It didn't look like much. But she could spruce it up and make it her own.

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Sierra knew she needed to try and get a job. She needed an income. She left the house and looked around.

Sierra spotted a pub and walked towards it. She glanced up at the sign 'The Garrison'

Sierra walked inside and she saw a man mopping the floor with a cigarette in his mouth. He looked up at her.

"I'm here to enquire about the barmaid job," Sierra said as soon as she walked inside.

"Are you mad?"

Sierra looked at him. Not really sure if he was joking or asking an honest question.

Sierra smiled but shook her head. "No I'm not mad. But then again. Some people are. Aren't they?"

He didn't seem to take notice in what she said. He looked at her with a look of seriousness on his face. "Believe me love. I'm doing you a favour," he said.

"Believe me, love. I can handle it. I've handled much worse in the past," Sierra said.

"You're too nice," he said. His voice giving away that it sounded like a bad thing.

Sierra rolled her eyes but smiled. "And how would you know that? You don't know me at all."

He looked at her and shook his head. "You're too beautiful. They'd have you up against a wall."

Sierra rolled her eyes. "Oh how I'd love to see them try. Please. I can sing sometimes too."

Harry rubbed the back of his neck. He nodded. "Alright. You better know how to hold your own. When you sing, you better have enough songs. I don't have enough whiskey for the boys," he said.

Sierra nodded and smiled. "Won't be a problem. I'm Sierra."

"Harry."

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Sierra helped Harry out in the pub for a few hours. The two of them were getting along just right.

The two of them were working when the door opened and a blonde girl wearing a green dress walked in.

Sierra looked over at her and smiled. She was pretty. But she wouldn't fit in around Small Heath.

"I'm here about the job as a barmaid," she said as though she was adamant she wouldn't be leaving without the job.

Harry looked over at her. "Are you mad?" He asked.

Sierra hid a smirk on her face. She knew where this was going. "Am I what?" The other woman asked.

"Do you not know about this place? Not exactly your typical posh lady pub," he said.

Sierra didn't know much about the pub either. But she was intrigued to know more. She made a mental note to talk about it with Harry.

"I saw it in an advertisement," the other woman responded. She saw Sierra and frowned.

"The jobs been filled. Sorry love."

The other woman looked over at Sierra. "Three is better than two."

Harry looked at her and sighed. "I'd be doing you a favour. Not hiring you that is," he said.

"I'm not looking for favours. I'm looking for employment."

"You're too nice."

"How would you know?" The other woman defensively said.

Harry shook his head. "You're too pretty. They would have you up the wall in an instant," he said.

"I have experience and I have references," she said as she took out a piece of paper.

Harry glanced over at them and looked at Grace. "Which part of Ireland you from?" He asked.

"Galway. I worked in Dublin," she said. She was hoping this would win him over.

"My mother is from Galway," he said as he handed the paper back. "You're too pretty."

Sierra watched as the other woman picked up the bucket and started singing. She rolled her eyes.

When she finished singing, she looked expectantly at Harry. Harry smiled slightly causing the other woman to smile. "In Ireland, my singing made them cry and stop them from fighting," she said.

Harry sighed but nodded. "I hope you know a lot of songs," he said. He walked out to the back room.

Sierra looked over at the other woman. She didn't know why, but she didn't trust her. "Sierra."

"Grace."

Sierra watched as Grace walked off. Sierra remained unaware that her whole life was going to change.

And it was all down to one man.