Writing this is a little odd, as I love Sam Neill and think he is a very attractive older man; but hate Chester Campbell. I so wish I could make him nice and make this a sweet story; but as it is, I will just have to stick with the reader and Campbell being enemies. Hope you enjoy.

Any man that had ever met (Y/n) Shelby, had always been surprised by her; and the six men that were dragging her to Campbell's office, were no different. All of them shocked by how strong she was, how well she fought; how one woman had been able to hold back six men and have them all going home with some injury, before they had managed to pin her to the floor. Her body bucking, and an ear-splitting scream filling the air, as they had forced her onto her stomach so that they could shackle her hands behind her back. And now, now they were carrying her bucking body through the prison to where the major had set up a temporary office. An unnerving, maniacal laugh coming from the female Shelby, as they passed all the other cells.

It had often been spoken about that she was a little, well, a little crazy. That even as a small girl, (Y/n) had been able to put the fear of God into anyone that may have crossed her. Even men more than twice her age and twice her size, were said to have done their best to avoid the little Shelby; and her reputation as being different, as being dangerous had only grown when her brothers had gone to war; (Y/n) taking over the role of the family enforcer, while Polly and Ada kept the family business going for the four long years that Arthur, Tommy and John had served King and country. She the one that would take care of the dirty work; that would be the one someone would have to answer to if they stepped out of line or thought that they could muscle in on the Shelby business while the men were away. And any that thought, or perhaps hoped, that Tommy might have wanted to reign his sister in, upon he and his brother's return from Europe, were very much mistaken; in fact, he appeared to be more than happy to continue to let her do what she did best, and she could often be found with her oldest brother, Arthur. The two proving to be quite the most dangerous and feared of duos.

"Keep fuckin still, ya mad gypsy whore.........." One of the guards suddenly said. (Y/n) stopping her laughing and struggling, before turning her head to look at him. Her dark eyes looking deep into his.

"Whore........? Who are you calling a whore? Tha only whore I know of, is your wife. I know how she kept food on the table, while you were in tha trenches. More men were in and out a your front door on a daily basis, durin them four years, than come through the doors of the Garisson in a month. And have ya asked her who tha father of that kid a yours, really is; because everyone knows that he ain't yours. Maybe its that bloke she fucks when your workin night shift........" (Y/n) hissed, disdainfully. Suddenly finding herself pulled from the other man and pushed up against the wall. The officer's hand gripping tightly at her throat, as he growled at her.

"Watch ya mouth, ya fuckin bitch........"

"I watch my mouth, Ross, and I know where it has been; unlike your misses who has so many cocks shoved down hers, she's lost fuckin count......."

"Ross! Don't do it.........." The other guards moving to grab their fellow officer and the now prone (Y/n). The female Shelby laughing as she rubbed at the cheek that Ross had just slapped, sending her to the floor.

"Don't worry about it, Abbot. I've been hit worse by my kid brother, when he was four, than that. Is that tha best ya got, Ross? No wonder ya wife looks ta other men for a good time. Ya do know that I've also seen a couple of ya mates here, comin outta your place when ya at work..........." (Y/n) continued with another chuckle. Bringing her legs up and kicking Ross square in the jaw as he lunged at her, knocking him to the floor, unconscious. The chaos that ensued, attracting the attention of a certain Ulsterman.

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Campbell sat in his office, waiting for the latest member of the Shelby clan to be brought to him. He was never going to pretend that he thought of the Shelby family as anything but scum, pikey scum with ideas above their station. Yet he had to admit, only to himself, of course, that he had found himself intrigued by what he had learnt about (Y/n) Shelby. The information that Grace Burgess had been able to give him, pushing Campbell to want (Y/n) to be the next member of the family that he would meet. And her moniker of 'the beautiful monster' had certainly helped. For even though he normally liked his women to be weak and small. For them to be scared of him, as he did and took what he wanted; and from what he knew, (Y/n) was neither weak nor small, and would certainly never be scared of him. There even a rumour that she had once cut her own throat to prove that she was scared of nothing, not even death; he still wanted to meet her. The thought of being able to break her; that he would do things that would shame the devil to be able to have her, just as he had had her aunt, bringing an eerie smile to his lips. Campbell having a feeling that if he could destroy the soul of this Shelby, it would shake the rest of her family, including Tommy. And bringing Tommy Shelby to his knees was what he wanted, more than anything.

Suddenly he heard something. A commotion that brought him back to the moment. He had been angry when the guards had informed him that (Y/n) had no intention of cleaning up, for him; that if he wanted to see her, it would be as she was. Campbell banging his cane on the floor, before telling the guard that if that was what she wanted, that was what she would get. The major realising that not only had it been some time since the men had been sent to get the female Shelby; but that the voices he could hear, were those of the guards, shouting. Campbell getting to his feet and throwing open the door of his office, before making his way around the corner to find the scene. One officer lying unconscious on the floor while the other five struggled to control a shackled female. His annoyed cough catching everyone's attention. Even (Y/n) stopping fighting as the Ulsterman came to stand over her.

"So........you must be Miss (Y/n) Shelby......?" Campbell enquired. His voice deep and ever so slightly menacing, as he looked at her.

"And you must be the fucker that they call Campbell." (Y/n) retorted, as she finally let the other men get her to her feet. His smile returning as she was stood in front of him. Her almost black eyes feeling as though they were staring into his own dark soul.

"Ya really are tha monster they say ya are, aren't ya.........?" The major said quietly, as he took her face in his hands.

"It takes one to know one.......Chester........." She replied, before spitting in his face. The Ulsterman wiping the phlegm from his skin, before ordering the men to take her to his office.