A/N:

Y'all probably wondering when the hell am I going to update.

I've been watching Netflix after I stopped stress eating. I've been stress binging. Is that a thing?

One of the films I've enjoyed binge-watching is Peaky Blinders. Personally, I didn't like films in their era but I loved this one. It's intense, dramatic, and hot. I find the men there hot!

I'm on season 3?4? I never kept count. Anyways, don't spoil. Also warning! To those who haven't seen, (watch it.) and wants to watch Peaky Blinders, this might spoil you because there is no Michael Gray until season 2 and he will be the man of this imagine.

Anyways...

Hope you enjoy ~

Warning!
- Strong Language
- Contains Spoiler from Peaky Blinders

Name: Michael Gray
Your Name: Samantha Bonavich

Credits to the owner of the picture.

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Samantha's POV

It was yet another normal day at Birmingham. The Peaky Blinders are still powerful and everyone is still scared of them. I guess it's better them than anyone. I mean, Mr. Thomas Shelby is great friends with my father so we're on good terms.

And I, on the other hand, have made my own friends. Michael Gray, son of Polly Shelby. Actually, not friends. We just hooked up once during one of their celebrations and one more time the morning after.

I'd be lying if I said he didn't ruin other men for me because he totally did. The way he dominates in bed is just the right amount. He doesn't hurt you but he drives you crazy, your body will get sensitive and convulse with the intense pleasure but you wouldn't want him to stop.

I even had a difficult time walking for days, which I also have to hide because a lady getting laid at eighteen is considered a slut in this town. People say you have to keep it closed and save it after marriage, but with men like Michael Gray walking around it will be a difficult task.

"Samantha," My father called, "Me and your mum are leaving tonight to visit your uncle, we won't be home until tomorrow afternoon."

"So I'll be alone then?" I asked, trying to mask my excitement while thinking of going out all night with my friends.

"No, of course not. I have asked Thomas Shelby to send some of his men to watch you." He said.

"Father! I am a grown woman." I defended myself, "I do not need someone watching over me."

"Give it a rest, Samantha. Your father wouldn't be able to calm down if he knew you were left alone in this awful town." My mother said, coming into the room and put a scarf around my father's neck.

"Are you singing tonight at the pub, dear?" My father asked as he lit his cigarette, "You always sing at the pub every Friday night, ain't that right?"

"Yes, father." I sighed, sitting down on the stairs.

"Good, I told Tommy that too. So maybe you'll meet his men at the pub." I just rolled my eyes, "Come now, princess. We're leaving."

I grumpily walked up to them and kissed them goodbye before they got out and hopped inside the automobile and took off.

Night went quickly and I had put on my beautiful gold dress with the fringes, my head piece and my jewelry. My blonde hair was put up neatly and I had put on makeup and sprayed perfume. I took my father's automobile, one that he lets me drive just around town.

I got to the pub and men had ogled at me even before I even took off my coat, that's nothing new. "Hello, Joe." I greet my boss.

"Samantha, doll!" He cheerfully greets back, "Your presence does lighten up this depressing place."

"Depressing?" I asked and he sighed.

"There's a Peaky Blinder in the corner, everyone's afraid." Joe whispered and I look at the corner of the room and my eyes landed on three sharp looking men, smoking and drinking. Finn Shelby, Isaiah Jesus, and Michael Grey. The young men of the Shelby company.

I walk up to them and Michael, who was in the middle, looked at me up and down with a smirk on his face. He was not even trying to hide that he was checking me out, he just sat there, legs spread and a cigarette on his lips.

"Ah... Ms. Bonavich," Isaiah spoke, "Mr. Shelby has sent today his finest looking men to guard you for the night."

I crossed my arms and glared at him, "I do not need anyone to guard me tonight, I am eighteen-"

"Calm down, Sammie." Finn cuts me off, "We are just here to do our job. We won't make a fuss, so just do yours."

Out of the three of them, Finn is the one I felt more comfortable with. We've known each other since we were kids and he's a good man. 

My eyes landed on Michael who was looking at my outfit as if he was undressing me already. "What are you looking at?"

He looks up and smirked, "That's a very nice dress."

I was a bit startled but I lifted my chin proudly, "Of course, I'm wearing it."

Not letting him reply, I just turned my back away from them, deciding to trust Finn's words and I walked up the stage. The spotlight turns on and blinds my eyes but I smiled brightly, I'll get used to it. I take my coat off and the room cheered and whistles wildly.

"Good evening, everyone." I said through the microphone. Playing my role, someone who's seductive and sensual. I bat my lashes and glided my hands on the microphone, "It's a little bit quiet here, so I will make your night better and entertain you all with some songs. So just sit back and enjoy your drinks."

I nodded at the band and they started playing their instruments,

"You don't own me, I'm not just one of your many toys." I sang like a temptress, luring my prey into my trap. "You don't own me, don't say I can't go with other boys."

I take the mic with me as I walk down the stage, swaying my hips to the beat. "And don't tell me what to do, don't tell me what to say. And please, when I go out with you. Don't put me on display 'cause..."

I walk up to a stranger and leaned on his table, looking at him through my lashes as I sing. "You don't own me, don't try to change me in any way." I proceed walking around as every men in the room watched me with lust in their eyes. It only means I am doing my job right.

I approached one man and glided my hands on his chest seductively, he let out a chuckle and touched my arm. "You don't own me, don't tie me down 'cause I'd never stay."

Backing away and skipping the Peaky's table, but I swear, I could feel Michael's glare burning holes on my back. "I don't tell you what to say, I don't tell you what to do. So just let me be myself, that's all I ask of you!"

I walk back to the stage and finished my song, the pub erupted with cheers once more. Men whistled and clapped wildly. "Thank you," I said through the mic.

I saw someone walk up towards the stage and saw the three boys approaching, "For the next song..."

Michael raised his two fingers and ushered me to go to him, "... will be sang in a bit."

The audience whined as I walk off the stage, "Uh, I'm working." I said in a sarcastic manner.

"We're leaving." Michael said.

"It's only ten!" I said, backing away and walking back to the stage but he follows me, yanking me back and I hit his chest.

"I dare you to sing one more song and I will fucking cut every man who looks at you." He whispered in my ear. I push him away and glared at him.

"You must be kidding me." I spat and glared at him, "This is my job and how dare come in and act like you own me."

"I will not throw you on my shoulder, Samantha. Your dress is very short and I would hate for every men to see that beautiful bum of yours." He tells you and you heard the other two boys chuckling behind him.

"Fuck you." You spat and walk back to the stage.

"Alright, everyone out! Now!" Michael yelled across the entire place, "By order of the Peaky Blinders."

"Wha-" speechless as I was, I tried to get help but even my boss was running out the door.

Annoyed and angry, I stomped down the stairs and stood in front of Michael with a frown.

"What's with the frown, darling? I already told you once." He smirks down at me.

"You... You imbecile! You creature of hell! Argh! You've spoiled my night! Now I am jobless and annoyed!" I exclaimed in pure frustration and the three boys just found it annoying.

Isaiah and Finn shook their heads, laughing as they back away. "We'll get the car."

"I will not!-" I point my finger, making them stop. "Be leaving this place with you. I am going to my friend-"

"And your friend will lose his or her head. Try me, Samantha. With the stunt you pulled tonight, you're staying home." Michael cuts me off and put a cigar on his mouth before lighting it up.

"You are not my fucking father, Michael. It was a one time thing, quit acting like a desperate slut." I leaned in, challenging him.

"Oh..." Finn commented.

"We better get the car," Isaiah added before pushing Finn out the door, leaving me and Michael alone.

"Fine. It was a one night stand but ever since then all I could think about was you. Any men who dared to look your way made me want to pull my gun out and shoot their fucking brains, but only the thought of you made me calm down. You drive me crazy and give me peace all at the same time." Michael approaches me with long steps making me walk back until I hit a table in where he put his arms on both of my side, trapping me between him and the table.

"I don't care if you're in love with me, you are not getting me this way." I replied with gritted teeth.

His eyes had shown shock and a hint of sadness but he quickly masks it, "Then tell me, how do I make you mine?"

"Start with... I'll never be yours, I can only be with you but I still belong to myself. Maybe then I'll let you take me out to dinner." I answer and push him away.

"What?"

"I am a person, Michael. Not a property, do you understand?" I look up to meet his eyes while he looks down on me with a satisfied smirk.

"Yes, ma'am." He replies.

"Good. Now, take me home." I sighed, walking away.