Capítulo 5: Chapter 5: A True Gambler Never Stops Until He Win’s Big
*SIGH*
"Hey, stop holding me hostage and give me what your boss promised!" Ricky angrily yelled but Frank on the side shook his head.
"Not until Lucky wakes up." Frank was firm in this statement as Ricky gawked at him.
"BUT THAT COULD TAKE DAYS-"
"Then you'll just have to wait a couple of days." Frank heartlessly said though didn't even show a sliver of hostility towards Ricky.
Ricky explained what had happened thoroughly, which made Frank grateful but slightly angry.
Grateful that this kid had helped his boss, but angry that he had ended up at death's doorstep.
However, although Frank trusted Ricky's words at face value, he still needed them to be verified by Lucky, since his words were absolute and you don't get far in this business while taking things at face value.
"What if he doesn't wake up?" Ricky calmed down and carefully asked, grabbing his hair as Frank shrugged while picking his teeth.
"Then I guess this is your new home." Frank quickly countered as Ricky slumped in his chair.
"Can I atleast get a slice?" Ricky asked while touching his empty stomach which had remained empty until last night.
"Yeah, why not." Frank shrugged before reaching over to a dial phone.
30 minutes later,
"Whoa there kiddo, slow down this ain't a race." Frank gestured towards Ricky greedily consuming the first meal he had in this life.
"Damn, this is a good pizza." Ricky ignored Frank and complimented as he let out a hearty laugh.
"Best believe that Italiano's has the best pizza in all of brooklyn!" Frank showed a toothy smile while taking a slice.
"So kid, got any parents that would worry about ya?" Frank asked while wanting to make sure they wouldn't have any trouble holding him for a while.
"I'm an orphan." Ricky nonchalantly spoke as Frank frowned and lowered the pizza.
"...."
"Was it the tuberculosis that got em?" Frank asked but Ricky shrugged after stuffing his fourth slice into his mouth.
"I don't know since yesterday I got hit in the head with a plank and it's caused me to lose my memories, I don't even remember my closest friends." Ricky said while reaching for another slice, nonchalantly giving out his tragic backstory which made Frank's frown deepen.
"I didn't mean to-"
"It's fine." Ricky waved him off while he choked on the cheese slices as although Frank was a cruel man, he wasn't a heartless one.
Frank still showed compassion to kids and women, to a certain degree, and could reason with Ricky on a deeper level.
*BURRRRRP*
Ricky let out a roar of a burp while patting his enlarged stomach full of greasy pizza, leaning back in his chair.
"That really hit the spot~" Ricky let out a refreshing sigh as Frank cocked a smile while raising an eyebrow at the now empty pizza box.
"Not much of a sharer are ya?" Frank asked while taking a bite of the lone slice he managed to obtain.
"I'm a greedy man, Frank." Ricky smiled, picking his teeth only for Frank to hit his knee while letting out some muffled laughter while trying to swallow the chewed pizza.
"You're an interesting kid, ya know that?" Frank asked while taking another bite of the pizza which made Ricky shrug.
"Better than being a boring one."
"You said it."
The next day,
Ricky had his head leaned against the wall, his body covered in a blanket as Frank watched over him.
He didn't sleep much, as the anxiety of the worst outcome kept gnawing away at his heart, making sleeping near impossible.
"Hey Meyer, how is he?" Frank stood up as Meyer walked into the room with a refreshed smile.
"The doc worked all night and said Lucky will pull through." Meyer said and once he did, Frank let out a sigh of relief at it.
"Of thank the lord almighty." Frank fell back down with a relieved look as Meyer gazed at the sleeping Ricky.
"The doc also said that although it was a shotty way to close the wound, the kid basically saved Lucky's life." Meyer said, his eyes as well as Frank's turned to Ricky, who instead of sleeping, was doing a little money dance.
"Who's about to get paid? I'm about to get paid." Ricky repeated this question and answered it while moving his hands all around as if praising the lord himself.
*PFFFT*
Frank found the humor in this arrogant little kid dancing weirdly and started cracking up until he rushed over to grab the kid into a hug.
"KUERK!" A pained breath was let out of Ricky as Frank started squeezing the living life out of him due to his gratefulness.
"Ya did good kid, ya did good." Meyer nodded with a small smile though Ricky was panicking while his face turned purple.
"Get this gorilla off of me!" Ricky said in an exasperated breath as Frank flinched before putting him down.
*COUGH*
*COUGH*
"Jesus Christ, you're strong." Ricky let out after regaining his breath as Frank had on a dumb grin.
"Of course, that's why they call me Frank 'Gorilla' Vespucci." Frank informed him as Ricky nodded in agreement.
"Can I have my money now?" Ricky held out his hand as they both burst out laughing.
"C'mon kid, we can't give you three nickels without knowing if our boss really agreed with it or not but you can leave now." Meyer calmly informed Ricky whose face immediately turned sour.
"Then I ain't leaving." Ricky informed the two as he hopped back onto the chair which made the two guys raise an eyebrow.
"Listen-"
"I ain't leaving." Ricky squinted at Meyer who looked at Frank for help but the big guy was simply scratching his head.
*Sigh*
"Kid, you're already in the Luciano families good graces-"
Before Meyer could say anything more, Ricky seemingly pulled out a deck of cards from his pocket before setting them down on the table.
"You guys are part of the mafia, right?" Ricky guessed since they fit the stereotype and asked as Meyer raised an eyebrow while walking up to the kid.
"We're business men, nothing more nothing less." Meyer crossed his arms though Ricky shook his head with a small chuckle.
"Whatever, you guys give loans, right?" Ricky asked while playing with the deck of cards.
Ricky wasn't a particularly patient guy and upon realizing that Lucky might be in a coma for a while, Ricky thought of another idea.
Before he received this system, Ricky was a poor gambler who almost always lost his winnings time and time again when playing.
This was why he even turned to loan sharks, as he honestly believed that you could never quit too early in gambling, indicating he had a gambling problem.
However this weird system gave him the opportunity to scam these two in the most curious way.
"Our interest is serious kid-"
"Aye Meyer, let's loan the kid 100 dollars with no interest." Frank took the bait as he pulled up a chair and sat at the table.
'HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!' Ricky laughed inwardly while maintaining a neutral expression.
He had just taken a card and put it in his inventory, replacing it with another one from a duplicate deck.
"Fine but don't put the kid into too much debt."
'Debt, all your money is about to be mine'
2 days later,
"Urgh~" Lucky let out a small groan as his whole body ached, followed by a flurry of numbness.
His unbandaged eye opened, and a blurry visage appeared before him as he gazed up at the ceiling.
"LUCKY!" Meyer rushed to Lucky's side while throwing away his newspaper while revealing his excited smile at his boss recovering.
"Is this hell?" Lucky whispered which immediately made Meyer chuckle, patting his boss/ childhood friend's shoulder.
"You're at Italiano's." Meyer informed the weak Lucky who let out a small sign of relief but before he could close his eyes, they shot open.
"Wait, you didn't do anything to that kid right?" Lucky suddenly asked since although he was ruthless, he always repaid his debts.
"Don't worry Lucky, that kid is fine." Meyer had a ugly expression on his face as he weakly nodded.
"Kids a character, right?" Lucky smiled before flinching in pain while Meyer let out an ironic smile.
"Oh, so you talked with him?" Meyer asked while pulling out a seat next to him while the latter shook his finger.
"No but when we met, instead of helping, the little bugger started rifling through my pockets." Lucky spoke though not with a frown but a smile as Meyer started slapping his knee.
"That little scamp!" Meyer bursted out in immense laughter as Lucky joined in.
"So did you send the kid off yet or-"
"No, that greedy goblin is in the basement of italiano's." Meyer ruffled his own hair while confessing as Lucky let out a small sigh while misinterpreting the reasoning.
"Let the kid go and free him-"
"Oh no Lucky, he has been free to leave since two days ago but-...." Meyer shook his hands, and a surprised Lucky looked at him, noticing the downhearted expression on Meyer's face.
*Sigh*
"What happened?" Lucky let out a sigh, leaning back into his pillow as Meyer cleared his throat.
*Ahem*
"Well first off, the kid is a crazy good gambler."
Meanwhile in the basement,
"READ EM AND WEEP BOYS!" Ricky roared as he threw down triple twos as loud dejected groans were let out.
"Dammit."
"My money~"
"Gosh darn it!."
A chunk of the Luciano gang had gathered in their home base of Italiano's yet it wasn't for their usual meeting but instead, all of them were gathered around a table.
There, three adults sat across from a small child who had stacks of goods towered next to him as he greedily grabbed more items in the middle.
"Don't worry boys, I'll take good care of your valuables." Ricky greedily pulled the pile, slightly salivating while the materialistic goods were gently taken into his embrace as a toothy smile highlighted his being.
*BAM*
"HE'S CHEATING! HE HAS TO BE CHEATING!" A man with slicked back hair who just lost all his money roared while hitting the table.
"How about instead of whining towards me, you go cry about it to your mommy?" Ricky asked with a thoughtful look as an ugly expression immediately formed on his face.
"Tony we've been through this, we've searched the kid multiple times and even cut off his long sleeves into short sleeves, he can't be cheating." Frank sighed while patting Tony's shoulder as he crossed his arm.
"But he's-"
"Better than you?" Ricky finished Tony's sentence while putting on a golden watch and a golden chain he had just received from the man whining in front of him.
"No you're-"
"Incredibly good looking?" Ricky continued to interrupt Tony while pushing the valuables into his already existing pile.
*BAM*
"YOU'RE A LITTLE SHIT!" Tony roared as he tried to lunge at him yet Frank grabbed his collar before throwing him to the side.
*Crash*
"What the hell Frank!" Tony yelled as he rubbed his forehead, a small cut forming that started to drip a small stream of blood along his face.
"The kid isn't to be touched until the boss wakes up." Frank informed Tony as he tried to say something until he saw Frank bringing out his brass knuckles.
"You sure you want to do this, Tony?" Frank questioned only for Tony's face to immediately pale before he shook his head earnestly.
"N-No Frank, I'm good." Tony ducked his head as Frank raised an eyebrow before pocketing the knuckles.
Ricky simply smiled at this while putting on the numerous gold rings onto each of his fingers as he sought to dress himself in gold.
These past two days, Ricky has been thoroughly scamming all these mafia members out of their precious money and valuables.
At first, Ricky had gotten worried about poor sports but Frank, the very same who had been scammed out of the pocket money on him, always protected Ricky no matter how much wealth he scammed from his fellow members since the gang was in his debt.
"Thanks Frank, here my gratitude." Ricky flicked a gold ring towards Frank as he could no longer fit any more bling onto his fingers and it seemed wasteful not to spend his wealth.
Frank raised an eyebrow but when he opened his hand and saw the dazzling gold ring, his toothy grin was revealed as he chuckled but slipped the ring onto his finger.
"This kid!" Frank's chuckle turned into a mad laugh as the other members joined in while Ricky tended to his pile of money.
"It seems that you kept yourself busy in my family's establishment." A familiar dry and husky voice sounded as the laughter was flicked off like a lightswitch and all eyes slowly turned to the back.
"BOSS!" Frank exclaimed while rushing to Lucky who was walking with bandages strung all across his upper body and part of his face while using a luxurious cane to walk.
"Hey buddy." Lucky let out a small as Frank rushed to pull his boss and sworn brother into his arms only to be stopped by Meyer.
"You big oof, this is why you need to think before doing!" Meyer reprimanded as Frank became confused before realizing he would have hurt Lucky.
"I-I'm sorry-"
"It's fine but if you and the rest of you wouldn't mind, I'd like to talk to that little squirt over there." Lucky pointed and all eyes followed its direction before the accumulated gaze gathered all around Ricky.
"Did you come here to give me my twenty grand?" Ricky, without a hint of fear, asked after putting a wad of money into a golden clip before continuing to do the same thing with a silver one.
The piles were easily worth around 10,000-20,000 though the money equaled around 8,000 however that didn't mean that Ricky wasn't to stay organized.
"Kids these days" Lucky shook his head while limping towards the chair across from Ricky before sitting down in front of him.
Frank made a gesture to the other members as they quickly vacated the basement before only four people remained
Ricky, Lucky, Meyer, and Frank as the two could immediately understand his intentions while taking a seat at the table with Ricky.
"I hear you're quite the gambler-"
"Ricky, that's my name not 'kid'." Ricky interrupted Lucky as Meyer scrunched his eyebrows though Lucky held up his hand.
"I apologize if I offended you, Ricky." Lucky remained respectful and dignified, making Ricky nod his head.
"You didn't, it's just annoying how literally everyone here has been calling me kid while I've been literally yelling 'YEAH RICKY' after winning all their money." Ricky shrugged, passively bragging only for Lucky to smirk before his eyes trailed towards the small piles of valuables.
"Your skills are impressive." Lucky said while reaching to grab the deck of cards while starting to unravel each of them.
"Do you know why they call me Lucky?" Lucky asked while slowly undoing the deck of cards as Ricky remained calm while doing so.
'Does he think I'm some amateur who wouldn't replace all the cards after every set?' Ricky scoffed internally since he had covered all his bases while watching him shuffle it continuously as if looking for something.
However to his surprise, Lucky didn't put the cards up right but started placing the entire deck face down while showing a calm smile while gazing directly into Ricky's eyes.
"Ricky, let's make a bet." Lucky said once the cards were all flipped downwards as Ricky squinted.
"What? Are you angry that I shook down all of your underlings?" Ricky said without a single ounce of fear.
The reason for this was that it wasn't his first time dealing with the mob; he had actually come into contact with them in the past.
However, it was a weird event that could be summed up as him helping the son of a mafia head avoid getting scammed into a timeshare.
Ricky never knew what happened to the salesmen, but he did get a face-to-face meeting with the leader.
Basically, Ricky learned that although the mafia was ruthless, there wasn't anything in this world that they held higher than their word.
So, when Ricky understood that Lucky owed him for saving his life, he made himself comfortable in his own house, masking his more rude gestures under the curtain of child-like innocence.
"I will, of course, give you the promised twenty thousand as I am a man of my word." Lucky leaned back with a calm expression only for Ricky to start to gaze at him warily.
"But?" Ricky asked as he saw Lucky scanning the cover of the cards as if looking for something.
"But if you can find the king of diamonds on your first try then I'll double it and you'll walk out of here with forty grand." Lucky whispered temptations of greed as Ricky's eyes lit up in a golden hue of want.
"And if you're wondering if we'll come back and steal it, then you have the word of the Luciano gang that no one will take your winnings." Lucky spoke as Frank and Meyer raised an eyebrow in confusion since they didn't know what he was doing, yet Lucky remained firm.
"Then I'll take your bet." Ricky smiled as he started scanning the cards while faking his interest over several before landing one smack dab in the center.
Picking it up, Lucky's eyes were glued on it though Ricky used sleight of hands to briefly escape the view of all three of them for a millisecond before replacing it with a king of diamonds.
"Maybe they should call me Lucky." Ricky bragged before revealing the card to all three of them before throwing the card in front of Lucky who showed an amused expression.
"Would you like your money in cash or in a bank?" Lucky asked and once he did, Ricky showed a delighted expression before thinking intently about it.
"What bank?"
"Bank of America." Lucky informed him as Ricky nodded his head before shrugging.
"Better than hiding it in my mattress." Ricky joked and Lucky let out a small chuckle.
"You live in an orphanage right?" Lucky asked though understood when Ricky nodded.
"Roosevelt Orphanage to be exact." Ricky clarified while reaching for his deck of cards yet Lucky didn't stop him.
"I'll send someone to notify you once it's done." Lucky informed Ricky as he saw the little kid put the deck of cards and the money into a burlap sack that someone had graciously donated to him.
"Then it was a pleasure doing business with you." Ricky smiled as Lucky nodded before going to his feet and holding out his hand.
"The pleasure was all mine, Ricky." Lucky smiled and Ricky shook his hand shortly before he walked towards the stairs.
Ricky walked out of Italiano's with a bright smile as he was untouched with a sack full of money which made him chuckle madly down the street.
"Alright, I'll be the first to say it but what the hell just happened?" Frank asked after seeing Lucky sit back onto the table while lightly tapping on it.
"Frank's right, why did you promise to give away forty grand?" Meyer questioned from the side though Lucky chuckled.
"Do you know what the most ironic thing about being named Lucky is?" Lucky spoke while reaching into his coat.
"It's that I don't believe in luck." Lucky answered his own question as both Frank and Meyer widened their eyes upon seeing a card being pulled out of his sleeve.
"But he-"
"You boys all got played." Lucky laughed while setting down the king of diamonds as Meyer and Frank became baffled.
*PFFFFFFFT*
"That little rascal!" Frank joined in on Lucky's laughter as Meyer stared incredulously at the king of diamonds.
"At first, I thought the cards were trick cards that had signifiers on them but after scanning them I was wrong." Lucky started explaining while grinning madly at the king of diamonds he had pocketed while shuffling.
"But when that kid seemingly pulled another king of diamonds out of thin air, I almost burst out laughing right then and there." Lucky spoke before picking up the playing card again.
"So do you want me to renege on the deal-"
"No, the kid won it, I never said this king of diamonds but 'a' king of diamonds so he won the bet." Lucky was a man of his word and wouldn't go back on what he promised.
"Then why not say anything?" Meyer asked as Lucky tapped the card on the table.
"Isn't it obvious." Lucky smiled as a couple of golden teeth revealed themselves while pocketing the king of diamonds.
"I want an excuse to meet that kid again."
Meanwhile at the orphanage,
"RICKY!" Steve ran forward with clear worry scribbled across his skinny face as Bucky also dropped what he was doing to rush towards him as well.
"Hey Steve-what are you doing?"
Capítulo 6: Chapter 6: Interrogation
"Bucky, I'm fine." Ricky sighed while Bucky constantly circled around him in order to see if he had any injuries, however as Ricky said for the past five minutes he was fine.
"You've been gone for two days Ricky and the last time I saw you was when you were getting chased by over ten bullies." Bucky said seriously, his worry carrying weight, as Ricky shrugged.
"Well I'm fine." Ricky then walked forward however his two proclaimed best friends wouldn't simply sit still for that poor explanation.
"Where were you Ricky? They said you had died. Even the police were looking for you!" Steve worridley yammered on, only for Ricky to ignore the questioning stares of the other orphans.
*Sigh*
"Steve let's just stop, he's obviously not gonna tell us." Bucky let out a disgruntled sigh though Steve shook his head.
"No Bucky, Ricky went too far this time and-"
"My god, will you please shut up." Ricky rolled his eyes while opening the broom closet to reveal their room.
"Listen if I told you then both of you would be even more worried so can we just pretend that I was here the past two days?" Ricky sighed, climbing up his bunk bed ladder as Steve looked at Bucky for answers but the latter just gave him a shrug.
"Yeah, why not." Bucky quickly agreed, grabbing a nearby magazine while flipping through it.
Believe it or not but kids don't really have long attention spans and Bucky highlighted it after seeing Ricky completely fine.
"Guys~" Steve whined since although most kids would move on, Steve was a special case.
"Can it Steve, Ricky's fine so all is well." Bucky yawned while flipping the page as Steve crossed his arms but didn't say anything more.
"RICKY!" Steve was about to let it go before he saw Ricky take out a switchblade after taking down his poster.
"Loosen up Steve, it's only a knife." Ricky smiled as he started cutting out a hole in the ceiling.
"Why do you have a k-"
"Steve, do you want the whole orphanage to know as well?" Bucky covered Steve's mouth as the realization dawned on them.
"Yeah Steve, it's rude to let others know my own business." Ricky lectured after cutting a hole into the ceiling while setting the burlap sack inside of it before covering it over with the poster.
"But Ricky-"
"But nothing." Ricky interrupted Steve after hopping off the bed with a cheeky smile.
"But if that's not enough." Ricky led his sentence on as he pulled out his newly acquired golden money clip which immediately made Bucky laugh and Steve falter.
"Why don't I buy you both off."
5 hours later,
"Man, I'm stuffed." Bucky patted his full stomach with a relieved sigh.
"I can't remember the last time my stomach was full." Steve wiped his mouth on his sleeve and revealed a smile.
"It's the power of money boys, it makes the world go round but most importantly, it feeds our empty stomachs." Ricky smiled while picking his teeth.
For the last five hours, Ricky treated his two new best friends to a night of fine dining in the local diner, soda shop, and lastly capped it off with a rootbeer float.
"Uh oh."
"We're doomed."
"Oh boy."
The three of them simultaneously spoke different combinations of words yet they all had the same meaning as their eyes locked onto the guardian of the orphanage, Gertrude.
"YOU!" Gertrude pointed directly at Ricky who played dumb while looking around.
"Me?" Ricky asked before a huge vein appeared on her forehead.
"RICKY FREEMAN-"
"WAIT!" Ricky screamed, holding out his hands making everyone halt including Gertrude who confusedly stopped.
Then without skipping a beat, Ricky bolted in the opposite direction causing both Steve and Bucky to flinch as Gertrude immediately regained her composure.
"RICKY! STEVE! BUCKY!" Gertrude screeched at the top of her lungs as the very glass around her vibrated at the highest frequency.
Bucky and Steve looked at each other and then at Gertrude before finally the disappearing back of Ricky.
"Run."
"Yep."
Then without a second thought, Steve and Bucky bolted after Ricky with the sounds of children laughing sounding out throughout the night of Brooklyn as an oldish lady howled at the moon.
Meanwhile at the Brooklyn Hospital,
The clicking of heels resonated in a particular ward of the hospital, accompanied by the tapping of a cane before coming to a halt.
Slowly, the Italian leather shoes turned towards a door, and through the glass, Lucky Luciano came into view.
*Click*
The sound of the door opening awoke the patient lying in his bed which revealed to be the cop that Ricky had shot in the stomach, gravely injured.
The officer who was being treated in the hospital rubbed his eyes with a groggy expression, before finally opening his eyes in a daze.
"Who is it-'' Sammy groggily asked only to halt his words at the sight of a ghost.
"And here I thought my wounds were bad." Lucky joked while walking closer to the edge of Sammy's bed.
Showing a warm smile, he sat next to the bed only for the other man in the room to not reciprocate his expression in the least.
In reality, Lucky was in an intense amount of pain but was way too stubborn to be confined to a bed which is why he was currently hopped up on painkillers.
Sammy's eyes shook violently, yet his body was frozen like a deer in headlights. The very existence he never expected to encounter on the road of life appeared before him once more.
"How are you-"
"Alive?" Lucky finished Sammy's sentence as he took out a cigarette, offering one to Sammy. Seeing him unresponsive, he put the cigarette in his own mouth.
Lucky then brought out his silver lighter, swiping his thumb across the spark wheel as an orange light appeared to ignite the tip of the cigarette that was gently placed into the ends of his mouth.
"My boys don't call me Lucky for nothing Sammy." Lucky exhaled the puff of smoke right into his face before flashing a smile.
"But do you know what they've been calling you after what you did to me?" Lucky asked, taking the cigarette and dabbing the ash on the floor before inevitably returning it to his mouth.
"A dead man." Lucky's smile faded along with the color on Sammy's face.
"Lucky it was an accident-" Sammy tried to cover up his horrid mistake with a bunch of stammering only for Lucky to shake his head and blow out one last puff of smoke.
*SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS*
Then without warning, the end of Lucky's cigarette buried deep into Sammy's flesh as the skin started to burn around the area.
In another sudden motion, Lucky pressed his other hand into Sammy's mouth to stop the scream as he stared deeply into his eyes which showed his true emotion when gazing at this pig, rage.
"ARGH!" Sammy let out a pained grunt but couldn't let out a scream, squirming but Lucky didn't even let him budge until the end of the cigarette was put out in his being.
"Do you know what I hate more than anything else in this god forsaken world? Liars!" Lucky's eyes were filled to the brim in rage as he gazed at the very person who personally gifted him two bullet wounds with a near death experience to go on the side.
"ARE YOU CALLING ME A F*CKING LIAR SAMMY, YOU SAYING I SAW WRONG WHEN YOU CLICKED THE TRIGGER NOT ONCE, BUT TWICE INTO MY BODY!" Lucky roared as he dug his nails into Sammy's cheek.
Tears fell down the edges of Sammy's eyes as he shook his head at Lucky's words, knowing what his appearance before him meant.
"Now, when I let go of this dirty f*cking mouth of yours. I better get the words I want to hear, capisce?"Lucky's words commanded authority as Sammy shook his head violently, his body convulsing in fear before he released his grip.
"Now why did a pig on my own payroll end up shooting me?" Lucky sat down on the stool, flicking the cig away before gripping his cane tightly.
"I'm so sorry Lucky, but I wanted to do right by Dolly and buy her a house." Sammy pleaded as his wedding ring flashed in the moonlight.
"Those weren't the words I wanted to hear." Lucky scowled, Sammy gulped instinctively while remaining silent.
"F-F-F-F-F-Five point gang." Sammy confessed the three words Lucky never thought he would hear utter out of his mouth.
"What." Lucky's expression turned ugly at the mention of the gang that took him in and showed him the ropes once he left Sicily.
"They offered to pay me twenty grand to-"
"Twenty grand, huh?" Lucky laughed while showing a dry smile while shaking his head.
"Oh the irony." Lucky stood up with Sammy immediately flinching though slowly calmed down when he saw Lucky reaching for another cigarette.
"I heard you were only shot once, your little friend Nicky was the one who grazed me, right?" Lucky said as Sammy nodding his head in agreement.
"You know the saying of a mobster?." Lucky reached into his Italian suit as Sammy's heart dropped upon seeing a smith and wesson revolver pulled out.
"A mobster always pays back a debt."
*BANG*
"AHHHHHHHHHH!" Sammy screamed as a bullet ripped through his stomach, the pain rippling throughout his being.
"With interest."
*BANG*
Lucky pulled the trigger once more, and Sammy no longer let out any screams as a hole appeared in his forehead.
The wisps of his life were blown out with a single pull of Lucky's trigger as he gazed down at the fool.
"Rest in peace Sammy." Lucky patted the lifeless Sammy's shoulder before adjusting himself.
Turning around, he walked out of the room, Frank and Meyer following him as he strolled down the ward.
"What about his broad." Meyer inquired as Frank nodded to the side as five men walked to clean up Lucky's mess.
"We don't exterminate women." Lucky adjusted his cufflinks, Meyer raising an eyebrow but subtly understood.
"But if she turns out to be a rat." Lucky side-eyed Frank who nodded immediately after understanding.
"Then I'll need my exterminator." Lucky turned forward as a ruthless smile appeared on Frank's face.
"And we need to prepare for war." Lucky suddenly announced as Meyer flinched with confusion.
"With who? What family would-"
"Our old mentors, the five point gang."
1 week later,
"Do you understand Ricky?" Albert, the very man he had shot at just a week and some change ago, asked Ricky, who sighed.
Ricky knew he had to return to the orphanage eventually, and when he did, instead of Gertrude, this cop was waiting for him.
It was the same cop he had shot at, though by a stroke of luck, Albert didn't recognize him and instead came to scare him, though he failed miserably.
This was supposed to be a stern warning not to run away however, deep down, Albert's sixth sense was tingling.
Ever since he found out Sammy was bagged, he had become dead set on finding any evidence to put away the Luciano family, and Ricky just so happened to go missing when Lucky disappeared.
"I get it so stop already." Ricky messaged his forehead since Albert had been lecturing him for an hour.
"Alright, alright." Albert held up his hand in defeat though a glint appeared in his eyes.
"I'll leave but only if you help me out a little." Albert asked Ricky, letting out a sigh of relief at this finally coming to an end.
"Anything, I'll-"
"Where were you those two days when you were missing?" Albert immediately asked as Ricky halted his words.
"I was camping out in the streets." Ricky told a bold face lie, right to Albert's frowning face since this wasn't at all what he wanted to hear.
"For two days-"
"I was scared all right, I didn't want my ass kicked by that fat ass-I mean, Thomas's friends." Ricky told another lie since although he didn't want to fight them, he sure wasn't at all scared of a couple of snot nosed brats to go into hiding.
"And the money-"
"I WAS BEING A BEGGAR! WHY THE F*CK ARE YOU INTERROGATING ME!" Ricky no longer wanted to dance to Albert's fiddle and decided to switch the tune.
There was no way in hell that Ricky was about to be classified as a rat in the mob eyes and would rather die a dog's death then be exterminated in cement like a rat.
"Language boy." Albert squinted with a reprimanding tone while pointing at Ricky who scoffed.
"I'm out of here." Ricky stood up off his chair and turned to walk out the door as Albert went to chase after him.
"Ricky, wait I'm sorry-" Albert saw that maybe he had gone a little overboard when interrogating this young boy only to stop upon seeing a particular man at the door.
"Who are you?" Ricky suddenly asked when opening the door to reveal the familiar sight of Frank who was confused before seeing behind him.
Albert halted his steps, his hand immediately trailing down to his side, hovering on his gun.
Frank was about to make a joke until he saw Albert and shut his mouth, instead looking back down at Ricky.
"Aye kid, who's house is this?" Frank asked, gazing at him intently and with a knowing look, Ricky gave him a subtle nod.
"This ain't a house stupid, it's an orphanage." Ricky hissed at Frank while Albert slowly started to continue his steps before arriving behind Ricky.
"Whoops, I thought this was my girl's house." Frank let out a single laugh before gazing directly at Albert.
"Officer Albert, right?" Frank asked as if not knowing in the first place as Albert's breathing started to hasten.
"Heard what happened to your partner-"
"Don't." Albert's tone was chilling to the bone but it seemed to warm up Frank's smile.
"Although I got a little lost, I'm glad I could find you to say my condolences." Frank hinted to his purpose here as if coming to this orphanage not for Ricky, but for him.
"Leave, now." Albert commanded, grabbing Ricky's shoulder and pulling him behind him.
"You make it seem like I'm some big bad villain." Frank joked while slowly backing up before reaching the steps.
Albert pulled Ricky further behind him as his other hand hovered over his gun all the while his eyes were locked on Frank.
"Sorry for the inconvenience." Frank held up his hands before stealing one last glance at Albert who immediately shut the door.
"Who the hell was that?" Ricky showed a weird expression like a kid not understanding a complicated situation.
"Ricky, listen to me." Albert suddenly turned and knelt down before grabbing both of his shoulders with a serious look.
"That man and everyone he hangs out with are bad men." Albert tried to explain it so that this nine year old child could understand it.
"He doesn't look like all that much to-"
"RICKY!" Albert's eyes were bloodshot as he clenched the child's shoulder tighter.
The lifeless body of Sammy appeared in his head as he blamed himself for not being by his partner's side and he didn't want another death on his hands, especially a kid.
"Alright geez, will you let go of me now." Ricky declawed Albert from his being before rubbing the affiliated areas in distress.
"Ricky, Brooklyn is in chaos right now so don't do anything stupid and ESPECIALLY don't go near that man or anyone like him." Albert warned as Ricky shrugged in compliance as he walked out the door.
"Ricky?" Steve peered from behind a corner as Ricky frowned but walked over to him.
"What are you doing here Steve, let's go." Ricky patted Steve's skinny shoulder and guided him up to their room.
"What was that all about Ricky?" Steve worriedly asked but Ricky simply smiled.
"It was nothing." Ricky scratched his chin as he walked into their broom closet of a room.
Steve hung at the door, remembering the interaction between Ricky and Officer Albert before shaking the thoughts out of his head.
'It'll be fine.'
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