Well dressed gent [ a Luca Changretta fanfic]
AN; I own nothing only OC character.
Part 1: What a lovely suit.
You heard the slow squeaking sound of the office door being gently opened, as Tommy's assistant walked into the room and announced. 'Mr Shelby, Monsieur Le Paz, from Paris!. Both you and Tommy turned to look in his direction and noticed a tall, smartly dressed man following a few paces behind him. Once the man was inside, the assistant quickly turned and left, shutting the door behind him. Silence filled the room as you and Tommy studied the man. He was impeccably well dressed in a navy blue buttoned down suit with wide lapels, a burgundy patterned silk tie, a blue and white finely striped pocket square and he was incredibly tall. This man definitely had a presence, a certain air about him that commanded your attention and respect, the type of man that when he talked, people listened. You also had the slight feeling that he looked familiar. His eyes, you had seen those mournful eyes somewhere before. You shook your head, pushing away those thoughts. ''It's good of you to see me''. The well dressed man said looking around the room, his eyes landing on you. His gaze was both so hypnotic and intimidating that you could not meet his eyes for long and quickly forced yourself to look away before recovering slightly. As soon as the man had spoke both you and Tommy had taken note of his smooth but deep whispery accent. So he's definitely not French then, so who is he and what's his business here that he has to lie about his identity to get in. Tommy stared with a blank expression on his face giving nothing away as he asked the man. ''You just came from Paris, hey''.
''You know Paris?'' The handsome man enquired, as he unbutton his jacket and took a seat.
''I left Paris in a cattle truck. They said you were French''. Tommy said.
''I came here from Paris, that does not mean I'm French''. He replied with a smirk on his face. Then man leaned forward and stared intensely at Tommy. ''Guess where I'm from''.
You looked towards Tommy and saw him reach into his jacket pocket that was hung on the coat stand and take out a silver cigarette case and a lighter, He quickly took one out of the case and lit it taking a puff and went on to explain. ''Well in our cattle truck in Paris, there were American soldiers, we played cards and they sound like you''.
''Mmm, did you win?'' The mysterious handsome man asked jokingly as he reach into his pocket and pulled out a toothpick which he then proceeded to chew on.
Tommy sighed. ''You didn't come on a train, your suit is pressed , your shoes are clean. Where'd you get your suit made?''
''I have a tailor, in New York City''. He opened his jacket for us to see. ''Look, Fenacci, hmm, Italian. He's my uncle, he makes suits in a basement in Mott Street. He is my uncle, so every stitch, is stitched with blood''. The man let go of his jacket, ''I hear you dress well Mister Shelby, but now I see, not so well as me''. He boldly declared.
''Hmm. You know I have uncles as well, but their not the sort of men who would work in a basement, with a needle and thread, Mister Changretta''.Tommy said.
Changretta? So this was the old man's son. Now it came to you, yes remember the eyes, mmm, he has his Father's looks. That why he looked so familiar. So, should we be worried for our lives at this moment.
Changretta looked at us, a smirk forming at his lips.'' I am surprised at how easy it was to get into a room you''.
Suddenly Tommy snapped and pulled his gun from his jacket on the stand and aimed it towards the grinning man. Why was he still smiling? ''And now?'' Tommy questioned angrily.
Changretta mockingly raised his hands in the air, in false fear. ''And now''.He drawled. ''And now you should know, that during the trouble you had earlier on your factory floor, I sent an accomplice in here, in overalls. He found your gun'' He took out something from the pocket inside his jacket and revealed them to be bullets and them proceeded to to count them out one by one onto the polished table. ''Arthur Shelby, Polly Grey, Michael Grey, John Shelby''. He abruptly stopped and rolled that bullet across the table towards Tommy. ''Spent''. He said harshly, as if taking John away meant nothing, as if he was just a name crossed off a list. He wasn't .He was family. Although you weren't actually related to the Shelby's , they still thought of you as family and you them. You had grown up together, your mother's had been friends. You tried to keep yourself out of peaky business, focused mostly on your painting. You made a small sum painting portraits and from time to time you sang in the bars and clubs, not wanting to rely to heavily on their money. You tried to be independent and stay out of their affairs, but as today had shown that didn't always go to plan and now you were sitting in a room unarmed and at the mercy of a man who would do anything to have his revenge. Although you did love John and the Shelby's, you still thought that this whole situation could have been avoided. John had Esme, he didn't own Lizze, the Peaky Blinders didn't own her, if she wanted Angel Changretta, why stop her. That whole situation escalated much further than it ever needed to. Luca had lost his Father and Brother and we had lost John and Grace and John's children as Esme had taken them off to God knows where. She was right off course to take them away from all this danger, but you did miss those kids. You loved John, but he was hot headed, like all the Shelby men. He let his mouth run away with him and started a war with the Italians and now here we are.… . ''Ada Thorne and finally Tommy Shelby''. Luca finished counting. ''None of you will survive. Your level of security is pitiful and we are an organization, of a different dimension''. He rose from his seat and walked towards Tommy,'' I could have killed you when I walked through the door, but you see, I want you to be last, I want you to be last after you entire family is dead ,cause my Mama says, that is what will hurt you the most. You people have traditions of honour, as do we. Instead of sending you a black hand, I could have had you killed in the night, not knowing why, but I want you to know why. And I wanna suggest to you that we settle this vendetta with honour.
Tommy nodded. ''No civilians, no children'',
''No police''. Luca agreed.
''Welcome to Birmingham, Mister Changretta''.
''Grazie''. And with that he turned to leave, but not before looking you up and down with smirk and opening the door and walking out.
'' Well, that was intense''. You breathed a sigh of relief.