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ELI HUNT

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xxxit says home is where your heart is
xxxbut what a shame
xxxcause everyone’s heart
xxxdoesn’t beat the same
xxx

Eli knew exactly what the Maione was trying to do, and so he just refused to respond or react. Losing his head or being baited into an argument would probably backfire, and he wasn't going to put himself at risk like that. So he simply stared the man down, keeping his expression neutral and not allowing himself to visibly react in any way. This was his reputation and he was determined to keep it intact.

But there was something almost disturbingly familiar about the other man, and Eli couldn't put his finger on it. It unsettled him greatly, though, and he didn't like it. It was something about the man's eyes, though. Eli didn't quite know what he was thinking when he reached out to grab the other man as he went to walk away, but it was almost a reflex. He wasn't sure what he was expecting and wasn't surprised when his hand was roughly shoved away, but that thought was quickly pushed away as the other man called him Eli. And suddenly, with a sinking, nauseating feeling in his stomach, he realised why the man was so familiar. Ambrose. Brody.

"Brody?" He asked, his voice barely louder than a whisper. He didn't wait for an answer, instead taking a step backwards. "Oh my fucking god." His voice. Those eyes. His mannerisms. Eli didn't need to wait for an answer. Instead he turned and began walking back towards where his family was, back towards the meeting, away from Brody. He felt vaguely sick at what had happened. Because he'd really liked Brody, and for he'd felt somewhat optimistic about things maybe working out. But if he was a Maione, all of that was impossible. Completely impossible.