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"Take the cuffs off........" Campbell ordered, as (Y/n) was pushed into a chair.

"But sir, I don't think..........."

"Did I stutter, sergeant......?" The Ulsterman interrupted, as the guard went to protest.

"I said, take the cuffs off............"

"Yeah, Abbot. You heard the man. Take off the bracelets........" (Y/n) said, smiling at the older man. Abbot still wanting to tell the man from Belfast, that such a thing would be folly; especially as the young woman, whose family he had been familiar with, all their lives, had just knocked out one of his men. But he knew that there was little point in protesting. The sergeant nodding to one of the others; the guard leaning down and carefully taking off the cuffs.

"Oh Harris......" The guard turning as the youngest female Shelby rubbed at her wrists. Harris finding himself on the floor, blood all over his face as (Y/n) jumped to her feet and headbutted him. Harris screaming that she had broken his nose.

"That's fa touching my tits on tha way here, ya fucker. If ya want ta feel a woman up, go see Ross's misses.........I've been told she doesn't charge too much fa a fumble......" She hissed. Able to spit at the prone man, before she was shoved harshly back into her seat.

"Sir, really, she should be cuffed.........."

"No. Now get out. I want ta speak ta Miss Shelby, alone........."

"Yes, Abbot. We want ta be alone........and don't forget to pick up Harris here, before he bleeds all over Chester's nice clean floor........." (Y/n) chuckled, as she sat back in her chair. Her smile getting all the wider, as Harris was helped to his feet and the five men made their way to the door.

"Oh, and you should really get Ross too. I have a feelin that I might have just broken his jaw........." She continued, brushing down her nightgown that was now stained with even more blood; before turning her attention fully to the man in front of her.

"So, Chester, ya wanted ta talk ta me.........Chester........Chester........that's a funny name for a man like you. Makes me think that ya whore of a mother didn't like ya much. Tell me, did the kids take tha piss out a ya when ya went ta school? Did tha other boys beat ya up? Did the girls tease ya, laugh at ya? Could ya not get it up tha first time ya had a girl drop her knickers, for ya? I mean, that would explain why ya were such a cunt, now. Why you think ya can get away with doing ta my aunt Polly, what ya did; and that there will be no repercussions..........So, what is it ta be now that ya have me all alone, Chester.......? A few threats, ya gonna slap me about like ya did our Arthur. Or maybe ya think ya can do ta me, what ya did ta Pol, huh? Well, I must inform ya Chester, that if I so much as see that dick a yours, I will bite the fucker off........" The younger woman told him. Chester actually finding himself quite amused by her, despite her slur against his mother, as the Ulsterman took a seat back at his desk.

"You know something, Miss Shelby.......you are a rather interesting woman........I have heard so much about you. About the Shelby's beautiful monster, and I wanted to see if the story was right about you cutting your own throat.......and I cannot say that I am disappointed.........."

"Well, isn't that sweet of you, Chester; but I assure ya that flattery will get ya nowhere. And as fa my throat, tha stories are all very true, as ya can see......." (Y/n) countered, moving up her head so that the older man could see the shiny pink scar.

"So, that is why I do not fear sick sadistic monsters, like you Campbell. Monsters that take delight in tormenting and torturing others, for their own pleasure; for tha demons in my own mind, are much scarier than you could ever be. Ya see, I was born of violence; my pissed up, bastard of a father, forcing himself on my mother when he had dragged his carcass, back from whatever pub, he had spent all of the housekeeping money in, that night. Telling her as he held her to tha bed, that she had ta do what he wanted, because she was his wife, and it was his right as her husband ta take what he wanted. And ya know what they say, that some of that violence becomes part of the child; and in my case that is very true. That, and unlike other members of my family, I have nothing that ya can hold over my head. No children that I have ta protect, that I want ta keep out of prison. Also, if ya had me arrested in the middle of tha night in hopes that ya might be able ta try and use me against Tommy, like ya did Arthur and Michael; that he might do what ya want, or just walk away from everything my family has built up, then I am afraid ya gonna be very disappointed....." (Y/n) countered, as she got to her feet and leant across the desk. Her dark eyes looking deep into his. The oddest shiver making its way down the Ulsterman's spine. A shiver that he had never experienced before; but had to admit that he liked.

"Now, either let me go, or send me back ta my cell. I had just met this nice rat that I was hoping ta get ta know better, down there..........."