"Arthur!" (Y/n) exclaimed, as Isaiah jumped from the bed, with her quickly following behind him. The sheet wrapped tightly around her body as she moved to stand between the naked young man, and her gun toting brother. The youngest female Shelby not liking the look in Arthur's eyes, as he tried to push her out of the way.

"Get outta tha fuckin way (Y/n), I'm gonna fuckin kill him.........." Arthur shouted again. His face burning with anger, as every time he got a shot at Isaiah, (Y/n) would block him.

"Arthur.........."

"Ya forced yaself on her, didn't ya, ya fuckin bastard.....? Ya took what ya wanted from her, didn't ya.......? If ya hurt her I'll........" Arthur's rant stopped, as his sister's hand connected with his cheek. The sting making the oldest Shelby drop the gun to his side, his eye wide as (Y/n) moved to stand toe to toe with him.

"Will ya just shut tha fuck up, Arthur......." She growled. (Y/n) not wanting to do this, not wanting to hurt the brother that she loved so much; but she wasn't about to let him hurt Issy, either. She wasn't about to let him accuse, say those awful and untrue things about the boy she loved.

"Isaiah didn't force me to do anything. He didn't need to; I wanted him. I was tha one that asked him to come ta my room. I was tha one that took my clothes off and.........."

"(Y/n)............"

"No Arthur, you are gonna listen......you are my big brother; tha first man I ever loved. You are tha father that I never had, and I can't thank ya enough fa all the things that ya have done fa me; but I'm not a child anymore. I know that all ya want ta do is protect me, ta look out fa me; but I am a big girl now, and..........." (Y/n) began to explain, before making her way back over to poor, wide eyed Isaiah, whose bare back was still pressed up against the wall; praying that he wasn't going to be seeing his maker, any time soon. The female Shelby coming to stand in front of him; her back pressed up against him, so that she could keep an eye on her brother.

"And.......well, I love Issy; and he loves me. He has never been anything but good ta me; he's always been a gentleman, and tonight was no different. Please Arthur.......if ya love me, if ya want me ta be happy, don't hurt Issy. Don't stop us being together.........I don't want our relationship ta have ta be secret; ta do what Ada did; ta leave everyone that cares about me, because of tha man I love. So, please.......please, Arthur......" (Y/n) added. Isaiah slowly wrapping his arms around her, as she looked between him and the young Jesus.

Arthur lowered his eyes......in love.......his little sister, his little girl was in love. The child that would only stay in bed, if he tucked her in; would only sleep, if he had made sure that there were no monsters hiding in the wardrobe. Who would, despite how much of a fuck up he was, still see him and treated him as if her were the greatest man ever, was in love. She was now a woman that one day would most likely marry and have little ones of her own; and if he did something he shouldn't, if he ruined this for her, he might not get the chance to continue to be a part of her life. Arthur having lost to many things, to much of himself to want to lose (Y/n) too. The oldest Shelby knowing that all he could really do, was to be there if Isaiah were to ever hurt her.......and then he would shoot him.

"You...........!" Arthur growled, as he looked at Isaiah, and pointed his gun at him again.

"Ya love her.........?" Issy nodding frantically, before finding his voice.

"Yeah, I love her, Arthur. Have done fa a long time......" Issy confessed, as (Y/n) gripped his hand.

"If ya hurt her, I'll hunt ya down and fuckin shoot ya; ya know that, don't ya.....?" Issy nodding his head once again in answer. The son of Jeremiah breathing a sigh of relief, as Arthur slowly lowered his gun.

"Right.......get ya fuckin clothes back on, and get ya arses back ta tha pub. Ya both supposed ta be celebrating Pol's birthday; not.........not........just get ya fuckin clothes on. I'll be waiting downstairs..........." Arthur continued; not wanting to think about his little sister being near a bloke, never mind doing what she and Issy had obviously been doing. The oldest Shelby walking back out of the room, ignoring the door that he had almost kicked from its hinges, and making his way down the stairs to the sitting room. (Y/n) and Issy doing their best to calm their nerves, as they watched him go.

"So........he's not gonna kill me........?" (Y/n) unable to stop herself from laughing, as she turned around and looked up at Issy.

"No......well, not at this moment, anyway........." She told him. Placing her hand on his cheek and drawing him down, so that she could kiss his lips. Shaking her head, as she saw that he was still looking at the doorway.

"Issy.......Arthur isn't going ta shoot ya. If he was, you would already be dead. Now, come on.........." (Y/n) continued, before taking his hand and leading him back to the bed.

"Shouldn't.......shouldn't we be getting dressed......?"

"Oh, we will; but I was thinking that we could do something else first. I doubt that Aunt Pol is missing us, so..........." The sheet being pulled away from her body as she spoke. Isaiah wanting nothing more than to go back to what they were doing, but.......

"But Arthur is waiting downstairs........." Issy managed to say, before (Y/n) stole his lips. The young Jesus unable to stop himself from moaning, as the kiss grew more passionate, and she climbed on top of him.

"Then we will just have to be quiet.......won't we..........."