summary: no one messes with Y/n fucking Shelby

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"A bottle of whiskey, I don't care what kind." She tapped her hand on the bar. Grace looked at her, she never seen the women in front of her before.

She was dressed in a suit, a jacket covering it, a pair of black heels, and a black brim hat, that covered her eyes at a certain angle. When you look into her eyes, you could the dominance she held, the fear that people fled from.

"Hello." She snapped her fingers in front of Grace's face. "Did you not hear what I said, a bottle of whiskey, whichever."

"Right." Grace shook her head lightly before turning around and grabbing the bottle.

"Thank you, love." She smiled and started to walk out of the bar.

"Hey!" Grace started to shout, but the door was slammed before Grace could get another word in. "Harry, this-that women, she just took a bottle of Whiskey."

"Don't worry 'bout that." Harry wiped down the bar.

"Who is that?" Grace asked. Though being in town for some months now, she never saw that women before in her life.

"You're worst fucking nightmare." Harry whispered before serving the next customer.

She walked down the street, her heels clicking with every step, people looking up from their work, nodding their heads at her, murmuring a small 'Hello Miss.' before returning to business. Even after being after for 6 months, she still had the reputation.

Grace saw her for the second time that week, she sat in the pub with two men next to him, it seemed like a business deal, but it wasn't really going that well for the men. Silence cleared the air, when you heard her pull out her gun and aim at one of the men's crotch.

"2 seconds, and I can take you and the little ones out." She spoke darkly. Instantly the two men scrambled up from their seats leaving the bar, never looking back.

"Rum please." She walked up to the bar. Graced nodded her head and gave her drink. She walked away but still eyeing her in the corner, taking everything in, who was this women and where did she come from.

"I see you staring darling." She said in her British French accent. "I know you have questions, have at it?"

"Your accent?" That was the first thing Grace said, she slowly made her way back to her.

"I was born in France, but moved to Birmingham when I was 13." She answered.

"So you aren't new here?" Grace answered her own question.

"No, I was in France visiting family for a while and now I'm back, business never waits for anyone." She answered.

"And your name?" Grace asked.

"A privilege, one you don't have yet, but for now Miss is fine." She said smirking slightly. "Take you Grace."

"Your welcome Miss." Grace said watching her leave the pub.

Friday night was Miss's favorite time of day. You get down with work, go home to family, enjoy a night out, exactly what she was doing. She entered the women's club with a few friends of her, dancing the night away, maybe having a few drinks. All was well for the first couple hours, she and her friends, danced their feet off, drank a few to where they were slightly tipsy, they all knew how to hold their liquor.

"Finny, what on earth are you doing here?" She looked down at the young boy. Questions flooded her head, how did he find her, and how did he get in?

"Tommy says it's time for you to come to the pub, you're late." Finn answered. Y/n looked down at her pocket watch and saw she was able 45 minutes late to meet Tommy and the rest of his siblings down at the pub. She quickly bid her friends a goodbye, following Finn. The young boy ran about 15 feet in front of her, he was never one for walking.

She entered the bar, grabbing herself a drink from Harry before making her way towards the back room.

"You can't go in there." Grace stood in between her and the door.

All Grace had wanted since she arrived in Small Hearth was to get the attention of Tommy Shelby, but all she got was the bat of his eyelashes and his cold stare. If she protected the room, they may earn her some points of respect to Tommy.

"Darling, I'm in the mood right now, I'm already late." Y/n started to take a few steps forward, but Grace pushed her shoulder, sending her a few steps back, almost tripping over her heels.

"Grace-" Harry started to walk over to her. Before he could answer the door opened before her.

"What's going on out here?" Tommy asked looking at Grace, Harry and her.

"Just some friendly girl talk, right?" She smirked looking at Grace. Grace shyly nodded her head and step aside to face Tommy.

"You coming in love, we've been waiting?" Tommy looked at her.

"I was just about to." She walked pass them and into the back room.

When the door shut, Grace returned to the back of the bar about to face Harry who didn't look amused. "Why did you do that?" He whispered-yelled.

"You said no one besides the Shelby's go in." Grace repeated his words from earlier that day.

"She's a Shelby." Harry answered. "That's Y/n fucking Shelby, Tommy's wife."

Grace was stunned. She never knew Tommy was married.

For the next couple days, Grace had been trying to find Y/n hoping to apologize for Friday night, but it was like she never went out. Grace didn't see her until the next Friday night, she and John had walked into the bar making their way to the back room.

"Darling." Y/n called out opening the little window. "Two pints."

"Of course Mrs. Shelby." Grace said quietly. She complied with her order.

"Listen, about the other day." Y/n told her. "You didn't know who I was and I didn't disclose it to you, you're just following orders. But if you ever do something like that ever again in the future, I'll make sure you have no future."

"Yes, Mrs. Shelby." Grace nodded. Y/n looked at her before slamming the window shut.

"Word of warning." Harry came up to her. "No one messes with Y/n fucking Shelby."

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