Gray and Green // Michael Gray

Lucky Sightings

I feel absolutely nothing as I pick up the phone, dialing an overseas number.

Lucky Luciano.

The phone was silent for minutes as the call transferred overseas into New York City. My mind raced at what I was about to ask.

"Miss Anna, what can I do for a gorgeous girl?" Lucky asked, a playful tone of his voice. It reminded me of Michael when Tommy opened that institute.

"You know Luca Changretta, yes?" I asked, my nails scratching the wax off the table as he spoke. I had chewed my pinkies off, making the cuticles look horrible.

"Anna, please don't deal with that bastard. He is nothing but trouble." His Italian accent was obvious over the phone.

"Come deal with it for me. I've got him in a vulnerable state." I told him, my voice becoming seductive. Little Lucky likes a game with his work.

She chuckled on the phone. "Oh Miss Anna," he tutted. "Oh Do I have plans for that bastard. Meet me at the docs in a week." He paused on the phone. "And wear red. It's my favorite."

-

The red bottoms of my shoes will not step foot in the mud.

Luciano and his men all come off the boat, half of them carrying leather bags. I know what's in those bags. Guns that I manufactured.

Luciano is a confusing man.

He likes me, but doesn't want a relationship with me outside of business. He's flirty, but makes sure he's respectful. He doesn't threaten. He does his job, then threatens to do it again once the damage is done.

Moral of the story is: don't cross Lucky Luciano.

"Miss Anna, how are you sweetheart?" He kissed both sides of my cheeks like Sicilians do. "I've missed you."

My heart races. I feel like I am betraying Michael. Not in the business way either.

"Shall we get a drink?" I ask, smiling triumphantly at him. He shakes his head, pulling me into a hug while his men like into a car and start driving.

"We shall." He starts walking beside me, fixing his Fedora. "Your bar?"

"Exactly what I was thinking." I answer.

-

Luciano lit up a cigar as we sat at the dimly lit table, the live band playing classical Jazz. His fedora was on the edge of the table, across from the whiskey.

"So," Luciano started the business deal, pouring me a drink and tapping the ash out of his cigar. "What is Mr. Changretta doing to my Doc?"

I grinned a bit, admiring the accent. It was so different from the italian accent and different from the American accent.

"The Peaky Blinders. Changretta wants me to supply him with guns to start a Vendetta with the Blinders." I sipped my drink, my heart racing as I revealed information. "The Blinders know me personally. If I supply Changretta, they'll go after me. If I don't, Changretta will go after me. It's lose-lose situation."

Luciano nodded, coming to terms on what I just explained to him. His cigar was about a quarter of a ways down by now, his mind thinking of ways to solve my situation.

"You need to eliminate Changretta." He told me. I wanted to retort with something sarcastic, but I bit my tongue.

"Changretta hasn't started anything with the Blinders yet. He plans to do it near Christmas." I looked at him, my eyes soft. "I don't want you away from your family. You have a wife, kids. You don't need to be involved with a Vendetta."