"Does he know.........?" Polly asked, as she looked at Tommy, before she made her way into his office.

"Not yet..........." Tommy replied, as he took a cigarette from the box atop his desk

"So, you are just going to do to Finn, what you did to John, and just surprise him with this.........?"

"Its business, Pol. Finn will understand. And he could do worse.........." Tommy countered, before lighting the cigarette. Taking a deep drag, and sending a plume of smoke, up into the air. Polly just rolling her eyes, as she made her way further into the room and took a seat.

Tommy was at it again. Doing his best to control the lives of his family; and it looked like he had organised for Finn to marry a gypsy girl, just as he had arranged the marriage between John and Esme Lee. And alright, it had worked out in the end for John, that didn't mean that Finn would be the same. Though Polly did have to admit that her youngest nephew could do with settling down a little.

Finn wasn't like the other Shelby boys, maybe it was because he was the youngest; maybe it was because he had never been to war. But whatever the case, he was much weaker, and far more immature; and given John was his brother, that was saying something. His interests seeming to focus on little more than having fun, drinking and taking cocaine. Polly agreeing that he needed a firm hand to guide him; but was a gypsy girl that he had never met, really the answer.

"So, you've seen her then......? Has she gone wild and needs marrying off, like Esme...........?" Polly continued, as she pulled one of her own Sweet Afton cigarettes, from the case in her pocket.

"I haven't met her personally, no. But I have been told that she's a good lookin girl. And no, she's not like Esme. Her father and uncles have assured me that she's a good girl........."

"And you are going to take their word for it........? Those bastards would tell ya black was white if they thought it would benefit them......" Polly scoffed, as she lit the cigarette.

"Look, she a smart one. She can read and write, knows how ta deal with money, look after kids, cooks.......Finn needs ta settle down if he wants more responsibility in the business. And with John gone..............well, he need ta step up........" Tommy continued, before taking a gulp of the brown liquid in the glass by his side.

"I'm takin Finn ta meet her this afternoon. Her father insisted on chaperones until they were married. Though if all goes right, Finn will be married before tha end of tha week.........." The head of the family firm continued. Polly taking one last drag on her cigarette, before stubbing it out in the ashtray.

"One of these days, Tommy; one of us is gonna say no to you. On your own head be it............."

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Finn was not happy, as the car with him, Tommy and Arthur in it, trundled down the street. Tommy had told him what was happening. That he was being taken to meet a gypsy girl, that he knew he would end up being married to, whether he liked it or not. Having the most terrible feeling that no matter what Tommy had told him about her supposedly being a good-looking girl, when they got to the camp, he would discover that she would have a face like one of his brother's horses. Lucky him, Finn Shelby married to the horse faced woman.

"Cheer tha fuck up, will ya. It could be worse.........."

"Could it.........?" Finn countered, interrupting Arthur. It seemed okay for Arthur and Tommy to choose their own women; but for him, that choice had been completely taken out of their hands. Even John had had Martha, before his marriage to Esme. And though he didn't have as much experience with woman as his brothers; Finn only losing his virginity thanks to a cheap whore that he had paid not long before; he would have liked to have had more chance to gain that experience, before he had been married off.

"Look, just meet her, alright. Her name is (Y/n). Give her a chance........" Tommy told him. Finn getting a feeling from the tone of his voice, that he didn't want to hear any more. The car finally falling silent.............

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The Shelby's sat around the blazing campfire, waiting for the gypsy girl that they had come to meet, to be brought to them.

"How much fuckin longer do we have ta wait........?" Arthur hissed. Ignoring Tommy's glare. The oldest Shelby sure that his arse was going numb from sitting on the rickety chair that felt as though it would break any minute. His mouth suddenly falling open, as he caught sight of a young woman being escorted towards them.

"Fuckin hell........will ya get a load a that........"

"What........?" Finn asked, as Arthur nudged him. The youngest Shelby following Arthur's gaze. Quickly getting to his feet as the young woman and her father, made their way over to them.

When Tommy had said that she was supposed to be good looking, Finn had seriously doubted it. But boy had he been wrong. And if this really was the girl that he was going to end up married to, he wasn't about to complain. She was beautiful; her long hair falling over her shoulders, framing not only her face, but her bust. Finn feeling his heart, as well as other parts of his anatomy react, as she smiled at him. A strange sense of pride filling him, as Arthur whispered into his ear that he was a lucky fucker.

"Albert........." Tommy greeted. Holding out his hand, for the older gypsy to shake.

"Tommy, Arthur. And this must be Finn..........I would like ya ta meet my youngest lass, (Y/n)......." He introduced. The old man smiling at his daughter before taking her hand and offering it to the youngest Shelby. Finn quickly taking it and leading her to his now vacant chair.

"It's nice to meet you (Y/n)........" Finn said, as he helped her sit on the chair.

"And you, Finn........" She replied. Finn sure that her voice sounded like angels singing; and that he wanted to hear it for the rest of his days. Finn leaning over to whisper into Tommy's ear; a broad smile pulling at his lips, before he took the seat next to her, that had previously been occupied by Arthur.

"I'll marry her.............."