— smut warning—

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It was a dull morning as Ella awoke alone. With her plump pink lips formed into a pout, she reached for her comfort plushie (a blonde bear with a thin white bow around its neck- affectionately named Rigsby) before deciding to climb out of her bed. As she pulled her bedroom door open, she could faintly hear chatter coming from the floor below her. She carefully walked down the stairs, feeling the cold floor sting her feet through her socks. Upon reaching the bottom of the stairs, she hesitantly poked her head from behind the wall, curious as to who was in her father's kitchen.

"There's been a lot of talk lately of trades and smuggling." She recognized her father's voice. "Too much talk if you ask me."

"I agree." Tommy's smooth voice responded to him. "Arthur's talking of recruiting more men."

"The last thing we need is to include more people in our gang." Smoke billowed into the hallway where she moved to eavesdrop better. She held a hand over her mouth as she tried to avoid breathing it in. "We have enough men."

"Arthur seems to believe he could be in charge, run things his way."

"And what do you believe?" George countered, a cigarette hanging loosely from his lips as he eyed his closest friend carefully.

"I believe in order, something our family seems to be lacking these days." George would deny it if ever asked but it warmed his heart when Tommy included him in such ways. When the Shelby brothers founded their infamous gang, he hadn't expected much but Tommy wouldn't let him settle for the bare minimum. He ensured that his men and the commoners of their town held the Rigsby male and his daughter in the same regard they held the Shelby family. They stood by his side as equals, never to be treated less than.

"Well," George's lips twitched upwards as he flicked the ash off his smoking stick, "there never fails to be a dull moment with you lot."

"As if you don't have your share of drama." Tommy rolled his eyes, reverting to the personality he held before the war changed him."Have you told Ella yet?"

George looked at his friend and gave him a steely glare. "No."

"She needs to know." Tommy urged.

"She wouldn't be able to handle it." George sighed. "You know how she is." Ella winced, mildly offended. "This could break her." Ella held her bear tighter to her chest as she waited for the two men to continue but the conversation seemed to end there. She cautiously pushed the white door open, smiling brightly at her father and uncle, both of them oblivious to her hearing them.

"Good morning!" She beamed at them. She bounded over to the chair beside George, folding her legs under her as she sat.

"Morning sweet girl." George smiled softly at his daughter. "Sleep well?" She hummed in response, her pouty lips flashing him a dreamy smile. He knew that John had slept over, having caught the young man leaving for work. "Go change, I've got somewhere for you to be."

"Where?" She questioned, sending Tommy a confused look. Her honorary uncle just shrugged in response.

"Go. Manny will be here soon." Ella pouted but didn't waste any time scurrying away.

"Reckon, she overheard?" Tommy inquired, one of his perfectly shaped eyebrows quirking upwards.

"Wasn't much for her to hear," George remarked. "We'll discuss this another day."

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Ella walked the cobblestone streets with Manny beside her. Her father's trusted bodyguard loomed over her as his steely gaze searched for any threat to the short blonde. The blonde hugged herself as she avoided meeting the eyes of anybody looking at her. She spotted the Garrison in the near distance, a small smile gracing her face as her pace quickened. Manny kept up with her easily, his lips twitching upwards as he noted her excitement. "Oh!" The sound caught him off-guard as Manny instantly became alert, tucking the girl's small body into his side. His head swiveled around to find the threat, turning to her when he couldn't find one.

"Ella?" Her eyes were wide as the quick movement startled her. "What is it?"

"There was a butterfly," she replied quietly. Her index finger pointed toward the blue insect, Manny's body instantly relaxing. "I'm sorry," she frowned.

"Come on, we're almost there." The brooding man ushered her along, not allowing the girl to distract herself again. He opened the door to the pub, quickly guiding her inside to the private room the Shelbys normally occupied. Ella made herself comfortable on the bench seat, placing her coat beside her. Manny stood outside the room, guarding the door, his green eyes glaring daggers into anyone who looked his way. He hadn't been told any orders other than to accompany her to the Garrison, the girl's father being vague. Manny wasn't curious for too long. A short minute later, Louis Shelby strolled in, his signature scowl in place. Being an almost carbon copy of his older brother, Louis was a terror to most. His attitude rivaled Tommy's, his anger mimicked Arthur's, and his confidence stemmed from John's influence. He strode into the private room, Ella smiling politely at him as he sat across from her.

"Thank you for meeting with me," Louis ditched his coat, laying it haphazardly on the seat beside him. He didn't give her a chance to respond, he knew she did not know of him wanting to visit with her. "How's you?"

"Why did you want to meet with me?" Ella decided to ask instead.

"Your father tells me you're looking to make some money," Louis began. "I may have some work for you."

"What sort of work?" Ella didn't fancy being a babysitter for the man's many kids. She'd done it before and while his children respected her, they were still a little too rambunctious for her liking.

"Bookkeeping at the betting shop." She perked up at the idea. "It's normally my position but I'm a little preoccupied these days and Tommy trusts you to take over for me."

"For how long?"

"A month, maybe longer." He shrugged, he hadn't considered how long she'd need to cover for him.

"Why not Polly? Or Ada?"

"They already have jobs, they'd shoot off my balls if I even suggested they take on my duties." Louis shuddered at the thought. "What will it be Ella?"

"I would get paid?"

"For any work you do," he agreed. "What do you want the money for?" She wasn't prepared for the question, not even her father had asked her why she wanted to work.

"For a present," she smiled. She didn't offer any more details, Louis was a blabber, especially when it came to her business. "My father knows?"

"It was mostly his idea, Tommy was the one to initially suggest it. Arthur's fine with it."

"And John?" His infamous smirk spread on his lips as he watched her cheeks turn rouge.

"Your precious Daddy will be there all the time," his eyes twinkled with amusement as he watched her blush darken and her eyes widened. He hadn't meant to stumble upon them fucking but John's office had windows for walls and with the betting shop being empty, her whimpers and his moans echoed through the thin glass. John threatened to shoot him if he told anybody and Louis believed him. So he kept his mouth shut for once, but it hadn't stopped him from teasing her about it whenever he was alone with either of them.

"I'm telling John," she mumbled, pouting as she slumped against the cushioned seat.

"Tell him," his smirk stayed prominent. She rolled her eyes at him, her cheeks still flushed. "You start tomorrow." He stood up and donned his coat, bending over to plant a kiss atop her blonde hair before leaving the room, nodding at Manny as he passed him. Manny poked his head into the room, glancing at her. She gave him a small smile and motioned for him to sit with her.

"What is it?" He was a no-nonsense kind of person. He took his job of protecting the girl and her father seriously. He wasn't a man with the greatest or cleanest past and he was forever grateful to the Rigsby male for taking him in and giving him somewhat of an honest living.

"Fancy sharing a meal with me?" Ella considered Manny an older brother. The man had been a part of her life since her father came back from the war. He lived with them and protected them, and in return, they cared for him like family.

"I never turn down a free meal," he replied, his lips twitching upwards at her need to always feed him. They both stood to their feet, Manny helping her don her coat.

"Ladies first," she snickered as he glared at her. He rolled his eyes and opened the door, scanning the pub before ushering out once he deemed the place safe.

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Her delicate fingers gripped his blond locks tightly, soft moans escaping her pouty mouth. Her back arched against the chair as his fingers slid deeper into her. She gasped when his teeth bit into her skin. She tugged on his hair, his chuckle reverberating against her inner thigh. She looked down at him as he smirked at her, a devilish look in his eye. His fingers slid out of her, his hand going to her lips, her eagerly sucking on them. Her tongue swirled around him, his tongue sliding across his lips as he watched her.

"Are you ready for me baby girl?" She nodded, her eyes widening as he stood to his feet. Her eyes stayed focused on his hands as they made quick work of removing his belt and pushing them down his toned thighs. His right hand gripped his cock, a whimper leaving her lips as she ached for him. "Use your words, doll."

"Daddy, please," she begged, her legs opening wider for him.

"On the desk," she scrambled to her feet, she went to sit when he shook his head at her. "Bend over."

With a wild look in her eyes, she eagerly listened. A groan left his mouth as her pale skin was presented to him. She spread her legs and her pink center was revealed to him. "Fuck doll, I'll fucking ruin you." She looked at him over her shoulder and he knew she loved that idea. An animalistic groan echoed around them as he reached for her. His hands gripped her hips as he slid into her. She clenched excitedly and he had to fight for control over himself. A whimper left her lips as he thrusted roughly into her, his eyes trained on his cock as it slid in and out of her sweet hole. "Daddy's gonna fucking ruin you, doll-" he groaned and she clenched tighter around him. "Fuck, baby girl-" she whined as he slid out and forced her to flip over, pushing her knees to her chest. He pulled her dress down, revealing her perky little tits to him, his hips twitching at the sight of her pretty pink nipples. John was done for, she was a dream. Tears slid down her cheeks, her gasps and moans harmonizing with his guttural groans, "Good fucking girl. Taking Daddy so well."

"D-daddy, harder," she begged. His lips formed a devilish smirk, his eyes darkening as he complied. His hand went for her throat, his fingers squeezing softly, her hole squeezing his cock at the feeling. "Gonna cum for me doll?"

"I'm gonna-" her moans went up an octave as his thumb harshly rubbed circles onto her clit. "Daddy, please," she was begging for a release.

"Let go for me doll," he urged her. Her orgasm was enough to trigger his own, his hips pushing into her as he fucked his cum into her hole, the animalistic urge to breed her taking over him. His hips twitched once more before he let out his final groan and bent forward, nuzzling his head into her chest. He stayed in her, both their chests heaving as they caught their breath. Her fingers brushed his hair back from his face, a soft smile on her lips.

"I love you, daddy," he poked his head up at her words.

"Love you more, doll."