Peaky Blinders Imagines

"I fucking lied. Happy?"

Finn Shelby Imagine #3

          It was another average day in Birmingham; at least, it started out that way.

         The gambling den was having a rather slow day, and many of us were doing anything to pass the time. Polly and Michael were in his office, discussing new business dealings in America- they were probably the only two doing actual work. Finn was in his office with Isaiah, shouting about god knows what, and John sat at the chalkboard in the back of the room, drawing funny and obscene pictures onto it.

         "Very rude of you to draw your wife so ugly, John." I called over from my desk. He turned to me and I smiled at him. "Are her feet really that big?"

          I thought he would be upset but instead he laughed. "It's you, can't you tell? The tits are uneven."

         My mouth dropped. "Take it back."

         He burst into a fit of laughter, barely able to keep himself sitting on the stool. I grabbed my paper weight, throwing it at him. He caught it easily and held onto it while he erased the drawing, then made his way back over to my desk. He took the nearest seat to me, putting his feet up on top of a stack of papers.

         "Feet down, you animal." I warned. He ignored me and proceeded to pull out a cigar. I sighed and rested my head on the back of the chair.

         When the door opened, both John and I sat up, but were surprised to see a woman. She definitely wasn't a customer. I knew exactly who she was, and what she was here for. When I saw how she was dressed, I frowned. The woman made her way through the room, stopping in front of my desk where John and I were sat. She grabbed the cigar from John, inhaling it before returning it to his now open mouth.

         "I'm here for--".

          I cut her off, "Finn. We know, Maggie. You come in every Friday at the exact same time. He's in the office."

          "Don't you worry, dear. I'll take good care of him." She flashed me a smirk before she headed off to the other side of the den.

         There was silence between John and I. I could tell he wanted to say something but the look I shot him told him to keep his mouth shut. Isaiah came out of the office and sat down at the only available seat left at my desk. He gave me a look, as if trying to see how I was feeling about the situation. They both knew how I was feeling.

        "Stop looking at me, the both of you." I said harshly, almost daring them to test me.

         "Why don't you just tell him?" Isaiah asked, clearly ignoring my warnings.

         I sighed, "And tell him what, exactly?" I rested my head on my hands, rubbing at my soon to be headache. "I don't need this shit right now."

          "If you want this to stop--" John was cut off when we heard a chair fall over in Finn's office, "You need to tell him how you feel."

         "In his fucking dreams." I muttered.

         We were silent the rest of the time Maggie was in the room with Finn, which wasn't long at all. Only about five minutes had gone by when she came out, looking disheveled from the encounter.

         "Done so soon, are you?" I asked mockingly.

         "I get the job done in record time." She replied, tying her jacket shut over her dress.

          "Probably explains why men only give you a few shillings to bend you over their desk. Five minutes in and out. Literally."

         Maggie leaned down, laying her hands on my desk, "I pity the men who finish so quickly. They're so desperate. " She leaned closer, her smile growing, "Just like Finn."

          Immediately I stood up, and before I knew what I had done, my hand had hit her across the face. There were no words spoken between the four of us, as I believe they were all in shock about what I did. I was even surprised that I had done it, but I definitely wasn't sorry for it.

I heard a door open and Finn came walking in, as he must've heard the commotion. When he saw Maggie holding onto her face he ran over, asking her if she was okay. My eyes rolled in annoyance.

         "What the hell did you hit her for? She's bleeding." Finn said, examining her face.

         "Good." I replied simply.

         John coughed awkwardly and stood up, "I'll walk you home, Maggie." Isaiah stood up as well, mentioning something about assisting John.

         Finn stared me down, as if trying to read what I was thinking. He always seemed to know how I was feeling and I hated it. And I hated that even after watching Maggie go into his office every week, I still wanted to be with him. That was what made me wonder what was so special about him.

         "Care to explain?" He asked, taking a few steps towards me, his hands shoved into his pockets.

         "No."

         "You probably should. It doesn't look good on your part."

           I shook my head, "I don't care. She deserved it. That's all that matters."

          "It does matter, Y/N. She's not worth your time and energy like that." He replied softly.

         "Yet somehow, she is worth yours."

         He sighed after I said that, running a hand through his hair. I crossed my arms, walking back over to my desk and sitting down. He came over and sat in front of me on the desk so he was looking down at me in the chair.

         "You told me, and everyone else, that you didn't want to be with me. And now here you are, punching women who I sleep with." It was his turn to cross his arms and I immediately regretted ever saying it, for it was coming back to bite me in the ass. "It's almost as if you don't want me with other women."

          "I don't, okay? I don't want you around other women, especially Maggie. I should've said it sooner and I'm sorry." I hated admitting that I was at fault. Made me feel sick to my stomach.

          He grabbed one of my hands, rubbing the skin softly with his thumb. It felt different to my hand, his being much larger and rough from his daily work. "So you lied. Didn't you?" He asked.

         I pulled my hand out of his grasp, "Yes, I lied. I fucking lied. Happy?"

         "If you had told me from the beginning, I never would've slept with Maggie. But when you didn't want me I didn't know how to handle it."

         "I did want you. I was just in denial." I stood up, resting my hands on his shoulders.

         "Denial, huh?" He rested his hands on my waist, pulling me closer to him.

          "So what made you change your mind then?"

          "When that bitch left your office in less than ten minutes."

          He laughed and rested his head on my chest. It felt so comforting to finally have him close and I relished in this moment, running my hands through his hair. Finally, he leaned his head back up to look at me.

         "You think you can do better?" He asked amusingly. I saw mischief in his eyes and I felt giddy suddenly.

         "I don't think. I know," I stood back, pulling him up to a standing position, "And you better last longer than five minutes."