Gray and Green // Michael Gray

Reunited Partnership

Lenora kept looking at me as she did the numbers of the funds I agreed to do. It was like she knew something had happened. There wasn't a chance I would tell her.

I had chosen to wear a darker red dress today. A heavier material than what I usually wore. It had less jewels on it and more coverage. It wasn't an open back like I usually wore.

James came into my office, being as quiet as he usually was. "Doc, Tommy Shelby and Michael Gray are here to see you."

I groaned, leaning my head in my hands. I didn't want to talk with anyone illegally today. I didn't want to deal with anything illegal.

"Tell him to wait about ten minutes." I told James, opening up the whiskey and pouring a glass.

Lenora scowled at me, flipping the paper over and writing the numbers down quicker. She was done with the page in 5 minutes while I was still finishing my drink.

"I'm having lunch with Reggie today, I'll get Pacino to take me." She said, putting the papers down in front of me.

"Take a gun and be safe." I smiled up at her the best I could. She nodded, walking out of my office and turning right to go out the doors.

I hope I'm not making a mistake doing that.

The blinds on the windows were closed, except for the door. Thomas Shelby always wanted privacy when he was talking to somebody about business. And I'm kind enough to do it for him.

If I was caught discussing business with Tommy Shelby, people would start talking. I didn't need people to start talking.

I opened the door, looking to the right and motioning for the two to come in. I downed the rest of my drink, setting it behind a pile of files so they wouldn't notice.

Tommy Shelby walked into my office with a small smile on his face, one that I couldn't quite read. He had a plan that wasn't good. Michael looked like he didn't know what was going on.

As soon as the door closed, my back was pressed up against the wall and a gun was pointed at my temple.

The cry that left my mouth stole the breath from my lungs, making tears form in my eyes instantly. My hands were shaking at the pain I felt in my back. I could already feel the wounds starting to reopen.

"What deal did you make with Changretta, aye?!" Tommy yelled again, making me actually understand the sentence.

My head was pounding so hard into my head, I actually thought I was going to pass out.

"You fucking answer me, Doc. What deal?!" Tommy asked calmly, cocking the gun at my temple.

I couldn't make out words to speak. Hell, words couldn't describe how badly my back hurt at that moment.

"Tommy." Michael cut in, motioning to the wall behind him, the one that now had specks of blood on it.

He furrowed his eyebrows, letting go of me once Michael was in frame. He turned my around slowly, undoing the zipper of my dress, opening it and revealing everything as quiet sobs left my mouth.

Tommy's face fell, and so did Michael's. Michael's finger ran over the ragged skin, making my whole body tense.

My hands are pressed against the pinewood wall as they look at the thousands of cuts on my back. Black and purple bruises are everywhere. They've never seen something like this on a woman.

"Who was it?" Tommy's voice broke the minutes of silence.

Michael zipped my dress up, pulled a chair out and poured a whiskey for me. The cushions on the chair helped the pain for the most part.

"Changretta." I murmured, taking the drink like it was the last drop of water on earth. "Last night, after Luciano and his family left."

Tommy pulled up a chair across from me, Michael leaned on the table. "Why would he do that? You're supplying his guns."

I shook my head with a stifled laugh. "Over my dead body." I adjusted my position. "I've also reopened your accounts at the Ammunition factory. You get 20% off now." I joked.

"Luciano, is he going to take care of Changretta?" Tommy asked.

"Changretta hasn't done anything yet. We're waiting." I watch as he pours me another drink, handing me the glass.

"How'd you get cut? Surely he didn't do them one at a time." Michael asked from the table. My gaze narrows as he talks. It's like he actually cares now. It's like his last words to me wernt 'Fuck you, Anna.'

"Glass cabinet." I pressed my lips to the glass, drinking more. Michael watches as the glass empties, his gaze going from my lips to the whiskey. He grabs the glass before Tommy has a chance to, keeping it beside him and not letting me have more.

Michael and Tommy shared a look. I didn't know what it meant, it just didn't seem good.

"We are going to wait until Changretta strikes on us before we do anything." Tommy crossed his legs, groaning. "Since you took Moss away from me, I can't do anything without getting looked at."

"I'll talk to Moss." I told him, making eye contact. "We have Luciano here until Christmas. I'll try and have Changretta taken care of." I was staring at the glas now, craving the taste.

"I want you to stay with one of us until he attacks. He is a ticking time bomb. I can't afford for you to get hurt, or god forbid die. Who knows what pikey would take over your business." Tommy lit a cigarette.

"I have guards in my house, Tommy. I'm sure I'll be fine." I condescended him. He didn't like it.

"It wasn't a negotiation, Doc."

I shifted my position again, looking down in contemplation. The cigarette smoke was almost unbearable. I hated the smell of cigarettes. I hated the history I had with them.

"What about Lenora?" I chewed on my cheek. "She's not going back to France."

Tommy gave a little laugh at my statement. I furrowed my eyebrows, wondering what was so funny.

"Isaiah Jesus and her have been going out for about a month now. He just so happens to be a Peaky Boy." Tommy finished his cigarette and smashed it into the ashtray on the table. "You knew of that, yes?"

Of course I knew. I just didn't know Isaiah Jesus was a Peaky Blinder.

"I don't want my sister knocked up, Tommy. She's 15." I looked at him, he nodded in response.

"His father is a preacher, I doubt they'll be on the same side of the house." He retorted.

"This is unreasonable. I'll be fine in my own house with my sister. I don't need the Peaky Blinders watching out for me." I leaned back in my chair, my back hurting. It didn't falter my smile.

"For your information, Anna." Tommy crossed his legs. "I caught three of your housemaids and two of your guards reporting to Changretta when I came up here. Polly and I took the liberty in eliminating them."

I clenched my jaw. Not once did I think I'd have somebody as close to me as them rat me out.

"James and Pacino are all I need. I'll stop by every day if I need to, but I'm not staying with you. Considering what you have done, and what Michael and I have done," I paused, taking a breath. "It would get wild. I'm not very fond of things getting wild."

Tommy stood up, pulling his overcoat on and pushing in his chair. Michael stood up straightly, wanting me to get up also.

"Polly will clean your back up for you. It's poorly cleaned, looks like you did it without a mirror." Tommy commented before leaving the room.

Michael and I just stared at each other, wondering whether or not we should apologize for how we've been treating each other.

"Truce?" He stuck his hand out with a small smile. I shook his hand, smiling.

"Truce."