Isaac Coniglio, the middle child of one of the most well-known and dangerous mob leaders in New York City: John Coniglio. The 21-year old had been inducted into the "family business" from the day he was born, and now, at the age where he was able to go out and do 'business' of his own, he was expected to follow through. With shaggy black hair and forest green eyes, standing at 6'2 with a muscular build, he certainly fit the part. It wasn't hard to tell who he was or where he came from. He did most of his work with his older brother, Ryan, while his younger sister, Meredith, took care of the finances. Although their 'extended family' tended to take care of most everything, it was on rare occasion when the immediate family of John had to do his work.

That was the case the day Isaac found out about a deal that had been made between his father and one of the wealthiest bank owners in the city...over 10 years ago. As the story was told to him, Isaac learned about a favor his father did for the bank owner to get him started in NYC. After 10 years time, the bank owner was supposed to pay his father a substantial amount of money. It seemed as though now, 10 years later, that deal had been broken and his father had not been paid. Therefore, Isaac was told to "take care of it" until payment was received.

The payment, until cash would be given, would be the bank owner's daughter; held at ransom until the bank owner paid what he owed. With all the connections John had within the city, it wouldn't be a hard task for Isaac to take care of.

Isaac's only source of warmth was the half-burnt down cigarette dangling between his lips and the black wool peacoat that hugged against his body. Pulling his phone from his pocket, he glanced at the time. Where was this girl, anyway? He'd found her location easy enough --- although he found it comical that a little rich girl would be spending her night alone at a library. Still, he waited outside, doing his best to hide away in the shadows. His usual pistol could be found holstered to his hip, and a blade was neatly folded inside of his pocket. Although he was part of the largest mobs in the city, and most everyone knew that, the occasional common criminal would make an attempt to jump him, in which case he was always prepared.

Nearly 9pm and the door finally opened to the well-lit library. As a reflex, Isaac took another step back into the darkness. That was her; Ryleigh Jacobs. He knew based on the description he'd been given and the pictures he had been shown. Tossing the cigarette to the pavement, his dark green eyes glanced at his black parked car outside the library. Everything was perfect, though he suddenly felt hot as the adrenaline rushed through him. He took comfort in knowing he wouldn't have to do any harm to the girl...only enough to cause a scare within her family. Isaac was unlike his father in this way.

Without another moment to allow her time to get away, he took the few short steps to catch up with the girl. The barrel of his gun pressed lightly up against her back and his rough hand went over her mouth to prevent her from screaming in the cold night air. "Don't make a sound..." Isaac spoke quietly through clenched teeth.

As the chill of the air finally set into him, Isaac moved quickly. The girl's reaction to him was expected, and he knew he didn't have long before someone would undoubtedly notice them under the dim streetlight on the snowy sidewalk. Without making another sound, he pulled her along with him, over to the black Ford Thunderbird that waited for him. Opening the back door, he lowered her head, forcing her to sit before shutting the door and quickly walking around to the driver's side. He couldn't get the car started fast enough, and once the engine turned over he sped away from the light of the city as quickly as he could; one hand on the wheel, the other on his gun.

"Just....just stay back there, alright? Don't try anything." Isaac's attempt to remain calm was a difficult one to act out. This was the first time he'd ever done anything like this alone, and although he didn't want to cause any harm to the girl, he also didn't want to disappoint his family. He was given directions to a suburb of the city, where an old warehouse his father owned now remained abandoned. He'd stay there with the girl for as long as it took, until he heard otherwise. The few miles it took to get there from the city seemed like the longest of his life as he drove in silence, a million thoughts rushing through his head and the adrenaline still pumping through his body at a steady rate.

Finally the car was parked, lights turned off. Isaac exhaled deeply, trying to keep calm as he looked at the darkened warehouse in front of him. Looking in the rearview mirror, he watched her actions in the back seat before shaking his head a bit and getting out of the car, opening the back door once again to grab her arm and pull her out. "Come on...don't scream. It's pointless at this point, anyway." Clenching his gun tightly, he locked up the car and walked the girl into the warehouse, where he released her arm from his grip, turned on a light, and locked the door behind him.

Letting out another breath, he felt a sense of relief. His job was basically over --- now it was a waiting game. Looking around the dimly-lit space, it had been set up for him well. A refridgerator with food and drinks, a small table, a few chairs, blankets. He let out a small laugh. Someone had turned this place into a 'home' for him for the next several days.

His eyes retorted back to the girl in front of him, and his gun was placed back into the holster at his waist. Though she had remained surprisingly calm through the whole thing, he could see the fear raging through her eyes. What did he expect, though? Should he even be talking with her? The conflict of being a 'good person' and being a part of his family had become a burden since he'd become a criminal in his early teenage years.

"Look, I...." He paused, scratching the back of his neck lightly for any possible words. "Just don't try anything funny, alright? You might make it out of here, that way.." His 'tough guy' persona tried to shine through to the best of his ability, the New York accent was thick within his words. He unbuttoned and took off the heavy wool coat he'd been wearing, draping it over a chair and leaving him in a pair of dark jeans and a black sweater that hugged against his chest.

"You dropped your phone, right? You don't have anything else on you?" His arms crossed over his chest as he scanned over her. She was beautiful, as he'd seen in pictures...maybe even prettier in person. Still, that was to be expected from a girl who had everything and could get anything she wanted. Stereotypical.

"Good." Was all he could say as she nodded in response to his question. He hated how she was looking at him; like he would break her in any moment. The truth was, if he had to, he would. Still, that was the last thing he wanted to do. He wanted these next few days to pass as quickly as possible so he could return to his normal life for awhile.

Pulling his phone from his pocket, he dialed his home number. While the phone was ringing, he glanced over once again at the girl. "Will you stop looking at me like that? Go sit down or...something..." He turned away slightly, though he kept an eye on her. Finally, his brother picked up on the other line and Isaac spoke into the phone: "Yeah, I've got her. We're here." With a click of the phone, he slid it back into his pocket. The rest of this 'plan' would be followed-through by his family.

((Okay, no problem))

Looking around the large room, Isaac finally felt a little relaxed. Still, as the girl sat watching him, his tension built up again. Shaking his head a bit, he walked over to the refrigerator, pulling out a chilled bottle of vodka and taking a long drink before setting the bottle back down. A cough escaped him; he wasn't usually much of a drinker, but he needed something to calm his nerves.

Glancing back at the girl once more, he couldn't help but speak to her again. "You...you want anything? To eat or drink, I mean?" What a stupid question, he thought, seconds after asking it. Here she was, with no idea what was going on. He was supposed to be instilling fear in her until her father paid his father a giant sum of money, and instead, he was offering her dinner. Great... he thought, wishing he could stay out of the personal aspect of this and just do the job. He wondered now if he was even the best person for this, knowing in the long run that if things didn't go the way they'd planned, he might have to take action on this girl...something he wasn't sure he could actually do. Sure, he'd gotten into plenty of fights before and had ended up injuring people pretty badly, but he'd never laid a hand on a woman, let alone killed someone. The thought made him take another drink of the vodka.

((That's alright))

Isaac shrugged at her rejection to his offer, closing the fridge and leaving the bottle on the counter. As his eyes looked to her again, sitting in the corner with her arms wrapped around her legs, he shook his head slightly. It was cold in the large building, and he knew she couldn't be comfortable wearing a school uniform like that. Dammit... He cursed himself mentally for attempting to be "nice" when he really shouldn't have been bothered at all. Still....

He walked over to a stack of blankets that had been provided, pulling a large one off the top and walking over to her. "Here...you can't be comfortable like that. You don't have to sit in the damn corner, I'm not going to shoot you for moving." He smirked a little, half-joking with her. His arm extended out to her, holding the large folded blanket out for her to do with it what she liked.

Once he handed it off to her, he looked around the rest of the building, being careful not to stray too far from her. There was still the chance she would try to run away, which would indefinitely put shame into his family. Peering into another room, Isaac saw a small bed that had been fully made, and a bathroom connecting to it with a toilet, sink, and shower. This place had to have been used as a temporary home before he ever got there. Still, he was glad to see some 'comforts' within it.

As he walked back out into the main room, he sat down on one of the provided chairs. There was no TV, no radio....no form of entertainment. Just the two of them in a cold warehouse where he would be holding her hostage for who knows how long.

Looking over at her, he raised his eyebrow slightly. "That's a pretty big question for someone who hasn't said two words all night." His eyes focused toward the floor she was sitting on and he shook his head a little. Still, he couldn't keep up the sarcastic attitude with her. "Look, don't worry about why I'm being nice. Can't you just appreciate it?" Great. Now he wasn't being so nice. With a frustrated sigh, he stood up, pacing back and forth slowly.

"I'm sorry...I don't..I'm not used to doing this. Usually other people are the ones handling this kind of stuff." He still didn't want to tell her exactly what it was he was 'doing'.

"Why don't you sit down on a chair or something? The floor can't feel very good..." As he spoke slowly, his rich city accent shone through his deep voice. She was confusing him more than he thought possible; or maybe he was only confusing himself. He wasn't sure how to play both roles. But for now, with no one else around but the two of them, he felt as though he could act more like "himself".

A criminal...how was he supposed to answer that question? Yes? No? Sort of?

"It doesn't matter what I am or who I am..." Isaac shook his head. ""I'm just doing my job." He shrugged slightly, the girl's sudden actions of confidence making it easier for him to talk with her without actually feeling like a criminal.

As for how long he would keep her there, he didn't even know. They only had food to last a few days, and he assumed his father had everything set up strictly for him -- not for the comfort of two people. Isaac shook his head a little. "I don't know...as long as it takes." He answered honestly. "Your father's in some trouble, and until he gets himself out of it, I've got to keep you here." The words sounded ridiculous coming from his mouth. Sometimes he didn't understand this business. Dealing money with banks, business owners, stock brokers. It was all fine, but it often turned violent and their lives were constantly at risk. Isaac knew he couldn't kill this girl if her father didn't pay the money he owed, but he also knew if he didn't, someone else would.

Isaac had to laugh a little as she gave him a speech about the statistics of kidnappings. He shook his head a little. "Slow down, honey..." He held a hand up slightly, as if surrendering. "It sounds likes you're watching too much television." A smirk appeared over his lips. He honestly didn't know what was going to happen to them over the next few days, or what would happen when her father paid the money...or even if he would.

"Just, don't worry about any of that." He knew it was easier said than done. He was a little worried himself, not sure what he was supposed to do until he heard from his family. "I'm not going to kill you, alright?" He knew at least that part was true. Would someone else kill her? That was something he couldn't promise her wouldn't happen. Truly, this was his job, and he had to do it. He couldn't risk his family's safety and reputation for a girl he'd just met, no matter how much his conscience ate at him for doing so.