I have included the lyrics from the Gershwin classic 'The Man I Love'. Hope that you all enjoy.

"What do you mean he wants me?" (Y/n) asked nervously, as she stared at Mac, the manager of the club at which she sang. A club that had been recently taken over by the order of the Peaky Blinders. A takeover that had come about thanks to a rather vicious punch up and much broken glassware. The singer suddenly getting a feeling that she should have stayed in London and not been talked into the move north by her old friend.

"Exactly what I said (Y/n). Arthur Shelby is the one that is controlling the club now, for the Peakys, and he's demanded that you perform for him. What the hell was I supposed ta fuckin say?" Mac told her, appearing no less anxious at the prospect of having the Brimingham gangsters taking over his small, yet rather lucrative club. Its success, in part, due to the woman in front of him; and it was obvious that the Shelby's knew that. Yet he had the feeling that this was nothing to do with (Y/n)'s voice, and the money she brought in; but more to do with her appearance. The songstress, in his opinion, one of the most beautiful women that he had ever seen.

"So, you are telling me that Arthur Shelby, possibly the craziest member of that family, asked for me, by name, himself?" (Y/n) asked, now pacing the dressing room apprehensively, as she contemplated coming face to face with one of the men, who's numerous, and varied crimes, she had only heard about in hushed tones. It as if people feared that were they to speak the Shelby name too loud, one of them would pop up and drag them to hell. (Y/n) gulping at the large lump that had just formed in her throat, as her friend, and once boss, nodded his head.

"Not only that, but he wants you to wear this." Mac continued, giving her another apologetic smile before pulling out a large box from behind the dressing room door, and handing it to her. The singer opening it to find a rather beautiful black dress covered in the finest lace and diamond like embellishments.

Slowly (Y/n) took the gown from the box. She had to admit it was beautiful, that the gems caught the light perfectly when it moved. And she couldn't help but be a little surprised that a man that had come from such humble beginnings, appeared to have such exceptional taste in women's clothes, which she also had to admit seemed a little strange.

"Oh great, black; this colour should cover the blood stains nicely when he either shoots me or slashes me with one of the razor blades those boys keep in their caps." (Y/n) said, dropping into the chair behind her, and letting out a heavy sigh.

"Don't be so melodramatic (Y/n), he's not gonna shoot you. You don't shoot the golden goose. The Shelby's are businessmen, and you bring in business. He just wants to see what you can do." Mac tried to reassure, as he gave her a soft smile.

"Melodramatic? MELODRAMATIC!? Have you been living under a rock since we have been here? That man, hell, all of the family, kill people, Mac. No one so much as daring to sneeze in this city without Thomas Shelby's permission. And now, Arthur Shelby has not only asked for me by name; but also stipulated what I should wear, and even the song I have to sing, and you think telling me that he just wants to see what I can do, is gonna make me feel any better about it." (Y/n) said sarcastically, as the tall, dark-haired man crouched down in front of her, and took her hands in his.

"Sweetheart, you know I wouldn't ask you to do this if I had any other option; but as it is, I don't. The Shelby's are now my boss as much as they are yours. So, what a Shelby wants around here, a Shelby gets." Mac explained, squeezing her hands in a vain attempt to comfort his friend.

(Y/n) sighed, she knew that Mac was right, he really did have no choice, and nor did she. What a Shelby wants, the Shelby gets, and if you didn't believe that, then you probably wouldn't be alive too long. The songstress trying to comfort herself with the fact that from what she knew, the family only killed other gangsters and people that had done them wrong. That, or those that they saw as a threat to one of their many so-called "business" dealings. So, she just had to hope that this Arthur Shelby was in a good mood and didn't get the idea to change that.

"Ok Mac. What a Shelby wants; a Shelby gets." (Y/n) told a slightly happier looking Mac.

"Good girl, now you better get changed and warmed up. Arthur is due to be here at 7." Mac smiled, as he looked at the clock, before opening the door to leave.

"Just do what you do every performance (Y/n) and knock him dead." He continued, before leaving her to contemplate, what could be a very short future if she didn't prove that she was, as Mac had put it, the golden goose.

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After finishing her hair and makeup (Y/n) put on the dress that the oldest Shelby boy had stipulated she wear. To say it was slightly scandalous would be an understatement. The back of the dress was cut down so low that it exposed all of her body right down to the small of her back. The front plunging so dramatically that if it had gone down any further, she would have been arrested for indecent exposure. Yet, as she made her finishing touches, (Y/n) had to admit that she felt strangely sexy. There was something about being so exposed that made her feel vulnerable, yet excited. And the thought of appearing in such a garment in front of a dangerous man like Arthur Shelby, was unexpectedly, making her insides heat up in the most wonderful ways.

"You ready sweetheart?" Mac asked, as he pushed the dressing room door open.

"These er......... gentlemen, are here to escort you out to the front." The former owner of the club said, opening the door fully to reveal the faces of two smartly dressed young men, who looked her up and down. Their gaze making (Y/n) feel uncomfortable as she took a deep breath, knowing that if this was going to be her last performance, then she was going to do it in style.

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Arthur sat comfortably in the intimately small venue. It wasn't his first time at the club; he, Tommy and John had been there a couple of time before, quite impressed by the trade that it was doing. Yet it wasn't until he had laid eyes on the songstress, that he had decided that he not only wanted the club; but wanted her too. And from that moment, he hadn't been able to get her out of his mind.

She had looked so elegant, and to Arthur, her voice was only surpassed by her exquisite beauty. Her long hair had subtle highlights and undertones, that made it appear like liquid metal in the cool light. And her eyes, that were like sparkling gems, looked at once so sweet; but then turbulent and dangerous. Arthur sure that they were capable of making the world around him stop. The older man liking to think that every word she sang was just meant for him. Each and every note sounding like warm honey, dripping with seduction and desire when she sang, and he knew he would gladly drown in it, if she would only let him. He, Tommy and John sitting and watching her, wide eyed and opened mouthed as she sauntered around the tables, crooning to the assembled patrons; her body swaying temptingly to the music.

Now, tonight, it would just be him and her. He had sent her the perfect dress, stipulated the perfect song. Arthur planning the most intimate performance he could think of. So, all he had to do was wait for her to appear. The oldest Shelby sitting back in the chair as he bided his time. The anticipation killing him, as he waited for the boys to come back with the songbird from the dressing room, and then the show could start.

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As the boys escorted her before him, Arthur couldn't believe his eyes. She was more beautiful than he could ever have imagined. The dress was wonderfully shameful and gave him the perfect view of what he wanted more than anything. And what he wanted more than anything, was that body.

He couldn't help but smile, as he saw her straighten herself, trying not to look too intimidated at being in his presence. Arthur smiling, quite enjoying the effect that he was having on her. Her heavy breathing as she tried to settle her nerves, making her bosom rise and fall in quite the most hypnotic way.

"Well, looks like aunt Pol was right about that dress." Arthur hummed, before downing his drink. His eyes mentally removing what little material there was left clinging to singer's body.

"Now, I want ya ta show me what ya can really do....." The oldest Shelby told the woman, whose skin was glowing with a deliciously sinful heated hue. (Y/n) gulping deeply; desperately trying to swallow the large lump in her throat that was threatening to choke her. Slowly closing her eyes and imagining the music in her mind.

"Someday he'll come along, the man I love

And he'll be big and strong, the man I love

And when he comes my way

I'll do my best to make him stay."

(Y/n) sang. Swaying slowly forward. Swinging her hips just that little more than she normally would, as she drew closer to the Birmingham gangster.

"He'll look at me and smile

I'll understand

And in a little while

He'll take my hand

And though it seems absurd

I know we both won't say a word."

Arthur finding himself reaching for her as she turned around just in front of him, revealing her bare flesh. The muscles in her back moving like those of a big cat stalking its prey, as she rocked to the silent music. Arthur brushing his rough fingers down her naked spine, feeling the wicked shiver that shot through her.

"Maybe I shall meet him Sunday

Maybe Monday, maybe not

Still I'm sure to meet him one day

Maybe Tuesday will be my good news day."

Suddenly Arthur stood up and wrapped his arms around her body. His lips kissing the tender skin of her neck.

"He'll build a little home

Just meant for two

From which I'll never roam

Who would, would you?

And so, all else above,

I'm waiting for the man I love."

As she finished singing, Arthur's fingers gently danced over each of her vertebrae. His warm breath fanning her neck, as he bit down onto the lobe of her ear.

"You look fuckin beautiful in that dress. But I think that it would look even better on my bedroom floor. What do you think?" Arthur hummed in her ear, as his hands caressed every inch of skin that was exposed.

She wanted to say no, really, she did; to deny the gangster his sordid desires. But despite herself, she couldn't. Her body was screaming out for him to touch her. For him to kiss her. For him to take her in every way imaginable. And as he whispered his depraved wants into her ear, the smell of him filling her senses, she knew that she could deny him nothing.

"Whatever a Shelby wants; a Shelby gets." She purred, as he chuckled, biting down onto the supple flesh of her shoulder.

"If you keep that in mind luv, this will be a very long, enjoyable night." Arthur told her, as he took her hand and made for the door. For after all, whatever a Shelby wants, a Shelby gets.