Chapter 5

Today was the day. The day your father would finally involve you in the business. The day that you had waited for so long, and yet you couldn't force yourself to be really happy about it. It had came with a cost that's for sure. A cost that you would not rather pay but are forced to.

You and your father didn't speak a lot. The two of you would greet each other at the dining table and that was about it. You were still mad at him and he was still unsure how to get you to forgive him. A part of you was mad at him just to get back at him and to prove that he couldn't decide what you wanted, especially in the matters of the heart. You knew that at some point you had to forgive him, but today would not be the day.

When you walked out of your room you were greeted by the face of Thomas Shelby and Polly Shelby. They walked inside your father's cabinet before Raimond closed the door, stopping you from entering. You let out a huff as you stopped behind the door, ready to enter even though the idea of you joining them didn't suit your father.

When the main door of your house opened you whipped around, seeing Arthur in front of you along with Michael. The two of them were wearing smirks on their faces as they saw you stand behind the door of you father's cabinet. Their ultimate guess was that you were eavesdropping and you didn't even bother to explain why you were standing behind the door.

"What are you doing here?" You asked as you walked closer to them, folding your arms in front of them. You raised your eyebrow, waiting for some kind of a response for either of them. Seeing you roll your eyes made Arthur laugh as he glanced at Michael who simply stood speechless.

"Relax Y/N. We're here because Tommy asked us to come with him." Arthur explained as he took a seat in an armchair not too far from him.

"And why did Tommy ask you to come with him?" You questioned. When a maid walked past him, not even glancing at him, Arthur followed her with his eyes, not even paying attention to you. You rolled your eyes as you glanced at Michael with a raised eyebrow. He simply smirked before he took a seat next to Arthur, hitting his arm as a way of trying to get back his attention.

"Your father didn't tell you?" Arthur asked surprisingly as he turned his attention back to you. You sighed as you let your arms drop.

"What now?" You asked, hoping that whatever it was it wouldn't be as bad as the last time which was when you found out that you were mysteriously engaged to a Shelby. Somehow you hadn't noticed Polly and Tommy who had exited the cabinet and were now standing near you. Polly lighted her cigarette, taking a drag before exhailing.

"You're coming to the races with us."

"When I asked you to involve me in the business this was not what I had in mind." You remarked as you stared at your father. The Shelby's had left, giving you two hours to get ready for the races. He sighed defeatingly as he poured a glass of whiskey for himself before taking a long sip. Without thinking you slammed your arms on his desk, his eyes widening in surprise. He placed the glass down, his eyes looking straight into yours.

"You do not act like that around me. I've given you free passes, but don't push your limit. I rule the Pierce gang, not you, so don't forget your place." Raimond spoke out, the harshness back in his voice. It was true; during the last few days he had been more softer around you, allowing you to do whatever you wanted while hoping that you would forgive him. Now, he was done waiting around for your forgiveness.

"Yes, sir." You mumbled out as you rolled your eyes, taking you hands off the table as you took a seat against him. You stayed quiet, waiting for your father to explain why in the name of God were you going to the races with the Shelby gang.

"Why are you sending me to the races with the Shelby's?" You found yourself asking, not even bothering to hide the frustration in your voice. Raimond took a sip from the glass, waiting a little before answering like he was searching for the right words to say.

"You wanted to learn about the business. There is no one better to teach you but the Shelby's." He muttered out, avoiding your eyes. You leaned back in your chair, glaring at your father.

"What did you talk about with Thomas and Polly?" You asked, instantly regretting for asking. Your father never appreciated you being nosy, yet it was exactly the thing that you doing at the moment. His eyes found yours as he downed his drink before placing the glass onto the desk in front of you.

"That is none of your business. I told you before, don't test your limits. I may overlooked some things a couple of times, but I won't do so forever. So don't forget your place." He stated harshly. Without any warning you stood up from the chair, leaving the cabinet with your father looking at you leaving. You slammed the door shut behind yourself, letting out a sigh as you felt a tear roll down your cheek. You wiped it away angrily, forcing yourself not to cry. You were Y/N Pierce, and you were not going to cry over something your father said. After all, you had a race to get ready for, even if it was something you were going to attend with the Shelby's.