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Guerra Famiglia: The Crucible

Guerra Famiglia: The Crucible

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In New Yorks criminal underground one family battles to not only stay on top, but to stay one step ahead of the law and watch for that punch you never see coming.

4,249 readers have visited Guerra Famiglia: The Crucible since Bromander Shepard created it.

Introduction

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It was cold that morning, late November had a bitter bite in its wind. The gun in his hand felt almost chilled, as if he'd left it in a refrigerator. Leaving it in his car overnight apparently had a similar effect as his fingers gripped the cold metal. He could hear Sam's shuddering voice as he stared out across the Hudson river. He knew why he was here, he knew why men had burst into his apartment last night, put a bag over his head, threw him in a car and drove him all the way out here to come to this spot as the sun rose. He'd been in the life long enough, he knew what it meant. Either that or he'd been debriefed on what that meant, he'd been warned by some higher up in the federal government about these sorts of things. No doubt told that whatever you do, don't be the guy with the bag on his head.

"Please... Please... Don Falcone, your sister she-"

Sam began, his voice quivering with fear and raw nerves as he faced away from the man with the gun.

"Don't. Don't say her name, don't speak a word about my sister. It's not gunna save you. This is happening."

Came the Don's reply. The evidence he had against Sam wasn't air tight, they both knew that, but it was enough. The Don had a choice to make and he made it, let the chips fall where they may.

"I didn't... I didn't do it. I swear. Ricky, please! I didn't talk to anybody! I'm not a cop, you gotta believe me!"

Sam pleaded as his tears fell from his cheeks. The guy didn't want to die. Ricardo Falcone couldn't blame him that, no one really wanted to die but to his credit he never once broke cover, if it was a cover. Ric took a breath, wondering what would happen if he spared him and seeing the chaos that would come from it.

"It's too late. I'm sorry Sammy..."

And he was, truly sorry. Ric's sister loved this man, she'd loved him since the day she met him. It was that fairytale sort of romance that you only see in movies but it was real for them. Then this happened, word got out that Sam was a rat, an informant to the feds. The evidence on him was shaky at best but people were talking and sometimes rumors are worse than facts.

The hammer cocked on the gun and Sam stiffened in front of him, he knew what was coming next. It was at this point that with most men the begging got sad, it got ridiculous and embarrassing. They would plead and try to make deals, cry and kiss your feet. Say they'd do anything, kill their own mother if you asked as long as you let them live. Sam did none of that, once again to his credit, Sam proved his strength and resolve. He took a breath, calm and steadying before he spoke his final words.

"She will never forgive you."


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That was two years ago, two years since the Don of the most powerful Italian crime family killed the fiance of his sister in order to bury a potential leak in his organization. A lot has happened in those two years, many pieces have moved around on the board. You will play one of these pieces, but you will have to play to win. Will you be a gangster in the Falcone crime family, or a member of the Yakuza, their strongest allies? Will you go the other way and fight on the side of the law and federal government in an attempt to bring down all the players and end the game once and for all? Or are you one of those unfortunate few, not a gangster, not a cop but unlucky enough to get wrapped up in this world of mystery, murder, money and everything that comes with it? The only way to know is to roll the dice and play the game.







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Name: Ricardo Falcone | Age: 29 | Currently trying to solidify ties with the Yakuza | Role: Don of the Falcone crime family| FC: Stephen Amell | Status: TAKEN BY BROMANDER SHEPARD


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Name: | Age: | Secretly working with the FBI as an informant after discovering her brother murdered her fiance| Role: Sister to the Don/informant to the FBI | FC: Jennifer Lawrence | Status: TAKEN BY YOULOVEME?


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Name: Claudia Falcone | Age: 27 | Wife of the Don of the Falcone Crime family, suspects the sister of feeding the feds information| Role: Queen Bee | FC: Emmy Rossum | Status: TAKEN BY SUPERTOASTGIRL


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Name: Alyssa Mancini | Age: 30 | Ric's best friend, most trusted adviser and secretly in love with him| Role: Consigliere, best friend to the Don | FC: Katrina Kaif | Status: TAKEN BY DUBOIS_SCARLETT


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Name: Ezra Robinson | Age: 38| Top FBI agent on the Falcone case and handler of the Informant | Role: The Law| FC: Idris Elba | Status: TAKEN BY MINORSEVENTH


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Name: | Age: | Partner to (Idris Elba) and co-handler of The Informant| Role: The Agent| FC: Idris Elba | Status: TAKEN BY BROMANDER SHEPARD


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Name: Brianna Falcone | Age: 29 | Ex United States Marine, twin sister to the don and recently returned home from active duty to take up a more responsibility in her families business | Role: The Ex Marine/Twin sister to the Don| FC: Olivia Wilde | Status: TAKEN BY THELITTLEWITCH


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Name: Marc Hartmann | Age: 40 | New York City District Attorney, working in conjunction with the FBI to bring down the mob | Role: The White Knight| FC: Jon Hamm | Status: TAKEN BY SCARLET LOUP


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Name: Nicholas Quinn | Age: 32 | New York City Detective in the Major Crimes Unit, whose sister was married to the now deceased brother of Don Falcone| Role: The Detective on the payroll | FC: Michael Fassbender | Status: TAKEN BY SIRLANCELOT


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Name: Fiona Falcone | Age: 28 | Previously married to Don Falcone's deceased younger brother, now currently sleeping with his half brother| Role: The Sister In Law| FC: Scarlett Johansson | Status: TAKEN BY MALICEINWONDERLAND


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Name: | Age: | Bastard son of the Don's father, born from an illicit affair with a stripper. Aspires to be a full fledged member of the family.| Role: The Half Brother| FC: Jake Gyllenhaal | Status: RESERVED BY SCARLET LOUP


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Name: Hiroshi Yukimura | Age: 50 | Head of the Yakuza syndicate operating in New York, looking to solidify his ties with the Falcone family| Role:The Dragons Head | FC: Ken Watanabe | Status: TAKEN BY FULLARMORNAVY


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Name: Momoe Yukimura | Age: 25 | Daughter of the leader of the Yakuza who is in love with a civilian but her father does not approve because her boyfriend is Chinese | Role: The Dragons Daughter | FC: Jhene Aiko | Status: TAKEN BY MALICEINWONDERLAND


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Name: Ivan Luong | Age: 31 | A local aspiring comic book artist who is either lucky or unlucky enough to be dating the daughter of the Yakuza boss | Role: The Boyfriend | FC: Steven Yeun | Status: TAKEN BY MINORSEVENTH


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Name: Lea Robinson| Age: 18 | Graduating high school student looking to become a reporter by working on the same organized crime case her FBI father is. | Role: The Rising Star | FC: Candice Patton | Status: TAKEN BY MALICEINWONDERLAND


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Name: | Age: | Reporter looking to blow the case of the New York City criminal underworld wide open | Role: Lois Lane | FC: Emma Stone | Status: RESERVED BY RUBYTUESDAY



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☞[B]Full Name[/B]☜
First. Middle. Last.

☞[B]Nicknames[/B]☜
Feel free to get creative here. Mobsters names can say a lot about them.

☞[B]Age[/B]☜
Obvious.

☞[B]Ethnicity[/B]☜
Better be full blooded Italian with traceable roots back to Sicily if you expect to be Made.

☞[B]Gender[/B]☜
Also obvious.

☞[B]Sexual Orientation[/B]☜
Pick your poison.

☞[B]Hometown[/B]☜
City. State. Country. You know the deal.

☞[B]Status[/B]☜
Is your character a Made Man or not. This is a yes or no. Only men can be Made and they had to be full blooded Italian with Sicilian heritage. If you don't know what a Made Man is find another roleplay.

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☞[B]Weight[/B]☜

☞[B]Eye Color[/B]☜

☞[B]Hair[/B]☜
Length and color.

☞[B]Body Type[/B]☜

☞[B]Special Markings[/B]☜
Tattoos. Piercings. Scars.

☞[B]Extras[/B]☜
Pretty much anything else.

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☞[B]Likes[/B]☜
At least 5.

☞[B]Dislikes[/B]☜
At least 5.

☞[B]Habits[/B]☜
At least 3.

☞[B]Fears[/B]☜
At least 2.

☞[B]Aspirations[/B]☜
At least 2.

☞[B]Secrets[/B]☜
If applicable.

☞[B]Disabilities[/B]☜
OCD. Colorblind. Mentally retarded. Panic attacks. Diabetes. Fear of mustard. You know, whatever. Try to give me 2, this one's optional.

☞[B]Personality[/B]☜
A single paragraph will not be acceptable. At least 2 paragraphs. If it is repetitive or vague, it is unacceptable.

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☞[B]Style[/B]☜
Bloody, clean, drive by, silent assassination, shiv, beatings. How do they generally whack people?

☞[B]Load Out[/B]☜
Weapons. What they generally carry. Shouldn't be more than pistol or two and maybe a knife.

☞[B]Skills[/B]☜
Domestic, combat, medical, whatever. What are their notable skills?

☞[B]Equipment[/B]☜
Vehicles, sentimental items. The works. 

☞[B]Weaknesses[/B]☜
Personal, physical, emotional, mental, etc.

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One paragraph is just damn disrespectful. Be creative and give me at least 2 and save your kneecaps ;]

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☞[B]Theme Song[/B]☜

☞[B]Fashion[/B]☜

☞[B]EXTRA[/B]☜

☞[B]EXTRA[/B]☜

☞[B]EXTRA[/B]☜

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☞ Rule #1 and probably the most important. If this roleplay was the mob I'd be the Don, capiche?
☞ This is an advanced ADULT story so characters are expected to meet a certain level of realism and maturity in their construction. Character sheets will be carefully reviewed.
☞ Reserves are to be done in the OOC. PM's are nice but I wanna ensure there is no funny business with the reserves. Though jokes are appreciated.
☞ If you are somebody with a weak constitution and get offended easily please check out another story. This story will be full of blood, sex, excessive swearing, racial stereotypes, sexism, murder, violence and everything in between. You've been warned.
☞ In addition to the previous rule sex scenes are expected to be tastefully done.
☞ This story will be a collaboration between all the writers involved so feel free to bring up suggestions for story archs to me in OOC or via PM.
☞ You are more than welcome to recast face claims. I ask only that you run it by me first and wait for my approval.
☞ Fighting and other nonsensical bullshit in OOC will not be tolerated.
☞ Reserves will be held for 3 days. If I don't hear back from you within that time asking for an extension if you're still working the reserve will be removed.

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Her Father looked at her for a moment before answering.

"Thank you. And as far as this party, its get together for our two families and some of our... business associates. At some point I will need to meet with our host but till then, its just a normal party for us to have fun, enjoy ourselves, relax. Drink, mingle, dance. If you want we can share a dance like we did when you were really little back in Japan."

Momoe wanted to squeal with delight. She hadn't danced with her father in God knows how long."Hontōni?"She asked just as he waved a server over for a drink. This was the second time tonight, but this time, Momoe took the glass with a smile.

"To us and to a new and better beginning." He said and Momoe giggled some. "To us and a new beginning." She cheered and tapped her glass to his before taking a soft sip. This was the first time she was grateful for a light alcohol. This night was going much better then she ever expected. She'd get to dance with her father, and then after the party, he'd take her out for ice cream, just like when she was small. before Grandfather dug his claws into both of them. She knew it was wrong to speak ill of the dead but she hoped he was looking up at them, watching as he burned.

They still had things to work out, and she was still nervous about telling him about Ivan, but this was progress. Progress is good.

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Andrew: Dude, I just saw you on tv. The fuck!?
You: Haha, yeah. The Station is blowing up here.
Andrew: I am going to have to visit you, Mang. You
are making it big in the city. You are living our dream.
You: Andy, you know my house is always open for
you. How is your graphic novel coming along. There is a
spot in my store that I am saving for it for when it comes
out. Is Little Brown still giving you shit for the nudity?
Andrew: Yeah, dude. It fucking sucks. Like...they
released the monstrosity that is Twilight. They shouldn't
give me shit for my art. It is a better love story any day!
You: Isn't your book about a bloody death match?
Andrew: Exactly my point...and it still shits all over
Meyer's vampire soft porn bull shit.
You: Hey, Twilight has its moments and the last
movie was epic!
Andrew: ...I don't think we can be best friends
anymore.
You: Your loss, ass hole <3
Andrew: Text me back when you grow a pair, Mang.
You: Text me back when you publish your book...
Andrew: Low blow, chink. Low blow.
You: I love you too, WASP.
Andrew: I know, bitch. Seriously though, congrats
on The Station. We are all proud of you over here.
You: Thanks, Andy. That means a lot. COME VISIT.


Ivan enjoyed exploring the city. He knew that if he spent a few hours every week walking around that he would still never see it all. New York City wasn't a concrete jungle to him; it was a concrete heaven. He passed by a Chinese man selling knock off purses on a bust street corner. He made a left on canal street and just walked. He observed all the familiar lights and sounds. It was then that he noticed another scary looking man walking opposite him wearing a black suit. He stopped walking and watched as the man made his way towards him. He was older, maybe mid to late 40s. But Ivan was never good at guessing ages so who the hell knew. Ivan's decade of self defense training kicked in and he prepared himself for the worst. He touched his thumb to the tips of his fingers, a habit to make him feel as though he is in control when nervous, and waited.

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"Can I help you, sir?" Ivan was nervous but couldn't show it. "Are you Mr. Ivan Luong?" Ivan sucked at ages but could always tell the difference between ones' race and ethnicity. This guy was definitely Japanese. Ivan could tell from his look and his voice. The man continued as Ivan nodded, "I've come to offer your store the Yakuza protection. The crime here in the city has been escalating and we can help keep you and your assets out of harms way." Ivan hoped he didn't look as confused and frightened as he felt. The Yakuza have finally gotten to him. This man was offering protection but if Ivan turned him down the Yakuza would send thugs to terrorize The Station that same night. That's how it worked with asshats like these.


Ivan smirked, hiding his fear well, "that sounds like a lovely idea, Mr.....uh....creepy Japanese man. Do you have a business card for me to take home and think it over?" He knew damn well that he didn't have a business card. His business card was most likely a revolver tucked somewhere on his person. Ivan needed to excuse himself. "You need to think about it?" The man looked as confused as Ivan felt. He paused to think of a solution, "I will give you three days to think it over. I am sure you know of Yakuza so you won't try to weasel your way out of it." The man began to walk away but stopped and turned to face Ivan, "my name is Daisuke, btw. I'll see you in three days, Mr. Luong. Have a decision by then." Daisuke walked away. That wasn't weird at all, Ivan thought sarcastically. His phone buzzed. It was another text from Momoe.

[[How about tonight? After this party?]]
[[You can tear this stupid dress off me with your teeth]]

Ivan imagined that scene with Momoe, with her body on his bed, and him ripping off that stupid fluffy dress...maybe not with his teeth though. That sounded more painful than sexy. Regardless of how exactly he planned on ripping off her clothes her clothes needed to come off. He turned back and walked to his car that was parked outside of The Station. He stepped into his Jeep Grand Cherokee and started it.

[To Momoe]
[When and where? ;)]

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"So he said; That's not my wife. So I said; Don't worry, that's not my dick"

The laughter from the phone emitted loudly and Nick's voice joined in with it, making the coffee in my cup shake from side to side. The laughter may have been too much for that excellent anecdote because some of the liquid fell, right onto Nick's lap. He was glad that it was only luke warm as it hit his crotch. That would've really burned his balls.

"Fuck! No, not you. It's fine Steve."

Nick patted his own lap to hopefully remove some of the moisture. The house of the Falcone's was in his sight. If he was there on official business, it would have been a stakeout but it wasn't. It was more like...planning to crash a party. Infact, that's exactly what it is.

"Dude, what are you doing tonight? Wanna go for a few brewskies?"

Steven was a cool guy. Drinking buddy. Cop. You know, the usual. He didn't know ofcourse, about Nick's connection with the crime family. That'd be far too risky, like seriously. It'd be totally stupid. Detective Quinn stared out of his window, bored. The sky was getting dark as evening was drawing in and Nick was ready to get his party on, as a younger version of himself would have said.

"Nah. I'm going to a party tonight..."

"Ah, who's party?"

"I don't know yet, I wasn't invited."

The two exchanged their goodbyes. It was something which Nick has become quite accustomed to, getting into places that he wasn't really supposed to get into unfortunately his badge wasn't likely to be of much help getting into the Mafia HQ. Seriously. This place looked like the last level of a Cop game, the Bosses HQ. It looked like if you combined Scarface and The Godfather...Okay. Maybe that was an exaggeration but still. It was...big and filled with criminals. The Police Officer reached into his glove compartment and pulled out a small flask, in true stereotypical fashion he poured the liquid into his already present drink. It was time to Irish up this coffee. He waited and he saw people begin to gather outside the home of Ric Falcone. Nick had dealings with him before, quite frequently infact. Especially due to the fact that Fiona was married to Ric's Brother, quite a big factor there really, but they weren't really buddies.

Nicholas breathed in, drank up his coffee and placed his guns into the open compartment, slipping his flask into the jacket. Never know, they might have shit drinks at this party. He stepped out of his car, walked across the street where he was parked and walked towards the door. There were guards ofcourse and Nick made himself known. His sister was married to the Don's brother, that counted for something right? Right?

Turns out it does. He blagged his way through, somehow without getting shot or stabbed or 'whacked' and there he was. In the most boring looking party he'd ever seen in his whole god-damn life. It looked less like a party and more like a banquet. Nick had never felt so under-dressed.

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"To us and a new beginning." Hiroshi tapped his glass to her before taking a sip. He then turned to the help, and asked if they could play Momoe's favorite song from when she was a kid. Before he could do anything his phone beeps again. He simply takes his phone out and drops it into whats left of his drink. "There, now no one can interrupt us. He then motioned to an open area in the middle of the room and extended his other hand to Momoe, "May I have this dance?" As he did that he noticed a man walk in, which it normally would matter seemings it is a party after all, but something about him didn't sit right. Then it hit him, this new guy was Johnny Law. "Would Ric really let a cop in here without a heads up? Was he on his payroll? Either way if he was invited why wasn't he warned? Do I leave my daughter that I'm finally breaking through to, in order to confront this or leave it to tend to her? Wait why is this even a question, of course I pick my daughter." he thought and then pushed it to the back of his mind. Right now nothing was more important then Momoe. Then turned his attention back to her.

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Momoe was so excited, she was going to dance with her father again, something she hadn't done since before her mother died. She wanted to cry for her happiness.

His phone went off and Momoe stiffened. Don't answer it, don't answer it, please don't answer it., it was something she used to chant in her head when she was a kid. He'd read her a story for bed or they'd be eating dinner and his phone...or pager at the time, would always go off. She would pray he didn't answer but he always did. She still never stopping praying.

Disappointment washed over her as he pulled out his phone. "Please, Don't answer it." She thought again and to her relief and surprise, he dropped his phone in the glass.

Happy tears welled up in her eyes. "There, now no one can interrupt us." He said and gestured to the dance floor, Momoe gathered up her dress with one hand and took her father's extended one with the other. "May I have this dance?" He asked and she couldn't help a small giggle. "I would be my pleasure." She said and placed her hand on her father's shoulder, making sure to avoid his feet, though her inner child wanted to step on them. She noticed her father's attention was drawn to one of the men that had entered but he seemed to ignore it, which made her all the more happy. Ironically, it was then she felt her phone vibrate in her purse at her hip, smiling at her father, she too ignored it, nothing was going to ruin this for them. Even if it was Ivan, which was more the case. She didn't know how long this would last.

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Marley had spent the beginning of the evening listening in to snippets of conversation, curiously picking up tidbits of info left and right. One girl chatted casually about her brother 'disposing the body' of her ex in the river. Another giggled about the rapid speed that the drug trade was moving at. Huh. That was worth another listen. Marley edged closer to the group, only to glance up when she saw none other than Claudia Falcone walk up to her. "You must be new." Her voice was riddled with suspicion, but Marley detected a hint of humor in her tone. Messing around with the help, huh? Talk about a bully. Why, Marley might just have a word to Mr Falcone about this mistreatment of staf- Oh. Right. She didn't actually work here.

Reaching to her back, the woman tore off the price tag still attached to her uniform. Oops. "Better fix that." She said with a smile, before disappearing into the crowd once more. Marley took a breath of relief before glancing upwards to her cherry locks. Urgh, she knew she should have worn a wig. But she wasn't all that big of a reporter, so she hadn't bothered. Moron. Oh, well. Claudia had more than likely been simply teasing. And there wasn't really anyone else here that she kne-

Suddenly, her eyes fell upon a handsome, slightly underdressed individual. An individual that, frankly, had no right being here. Well, technically, she didn't either, but that was different. Kind of.

She ducked behind a plant pot, glimpsing at the cop through the green foliage. Yep. He was definitely a policeman. But what the hell was he doing here? Part of Marley, -the enthusiastic, gutsy, reporter part- felt a thrill, itching to find out exactly how the man was connected to the most powerful family in New York. The other part, however, -the smart, survivor part- saw things differently. In a 'well, shit. If this guy recognizes me from my having snooped around the precinct in the past, I am pretty darn screwed.'

She bit her lip, continuing the play the part of the harmless maid, as a gentleman she noted as the leader of the Yakuza took a drink from her, and gave her a fifty (Sweet. At least this night wasn't completely useless. Unless, of course, she gets murdered. But whatever) all whilst staying out of view of the cop. Yep. I should have definitely worn a wig.

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Time passed, and the sound of music and laughter grew louder. Alyssa had just finished going over all the paper work, when the grating voice reached her ears. She smiled almost bitterly to herself. Cruel wasn't a strong enough work to describe Claudia. Yet, Alyssa was not one to back down. Both women had been rubbing each other the wrong way since Claudia had clawed her way into Ric's life.

"Claudia." Alyssa smiled overly friendly, turning to face the poignant woman. "Now, now. Green really doesn't suit you." Alyssa moved towards Claudia stopping before her. "Crass as always. It's nice to see you too." She continued to smile before her expression turned to that of mock shock. "You're wearing clothes!? Lovely dress. What is it? Walmart? Target? Definitely, a step up from the Thrift shop were you must of shopped before Ric decided to . . . Well," Alyssa continued with an amused twinge to her lips. She was not in a mood to take Claudia's shit tonight. "Ric has always had a place in his heart for the less fortunate. Charity starts at home after all. Downstairs did you say?" Alyssa brushed passed the absinthian woman, knocking Claudia's shoulder.

Alyssa was sure Claudia knew after her feelings for Ric. Maybe, she wondered as she made her way down the stairs; Claudia and she could have been friends, if they had not been in love with the same man . . . Alyssa smirked, realising her ideal thinking was exactly that. Ideal. And untrue. Claudia was gauche. She was so very . . . common. And nothing could ever change that. No matter how much she may try to elevate herself in the world. No matter how she tried to play the gracious hostess; what was out of Claudia's power to change was where she came from.

Standing on the fringes of the clamorous room, Alyssa grabbed a glass off the tray of a passing waitress. She was going to need it by the looks of it. The look of disgust of Nick Quinn's face as he entered matched Alyssa's own thoughts. What had she walked into? It was like she had walked into the Twilight Zone. Yukimura was there dancing with his daughter as if they were at her cotillion.

Her eyes searched for Ric but he was nowhere to be seen. Claudia's words rang in her ears. Claudia's jealousy did not give her the pleasure Alyssa had always thought it would. Because Claudia didn't matter. She was just a blip. And blips faded, in time . . . Or disappeared.

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The 2013 Porsche Boxster rolled up outside of the Falcones' Long Island mansion in a great, unnecessary ostentation. The engine purred obnoxiously as it idled, giving the driver a chance to check that his hair remained in place despite the fact that he had driven with the car's top down. It had, thankfully, and with that thought to reassure him, he pulled the key from the ignition and popped the door.
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Everything about him seemed to scream "privilege" right in your face. Ray-Ban Aviators hugged his temples, and his hands buried themselves in his pockets once he closed the door. His walk up to the house was one of power. Broad shoulders, covered in tailored gray cloth, moved slightly with each tap of patent leather shoes. Certainly, he had never spared any expense after taking the office of District Attorney.

He hardly needed an introduction, for even though his position was traditionally not as public as, perhaps, the mayor's, Mark had transformed the role of District Attorney in his past term and a half. He was as much a celebrity as he was a political figure. As he approached the front door, the guards began to flip through their books, searching for his name. No luck. Mark, of course, knew he had not been invited to attend the Falcones' party. Yes, he was easing into high society now, but he was a man of the law now. He could tell the guards were beginning to perk up a bit, but he had come prepared with a wallet full of big bills.

"Evening, gentlemen," he greeted, Brooklyn accent clinging to his words. Most political figures sought to eradicate their accents, but Mark had never wanted to, for the people seemed to connect more easily to a man who sounded like them. "Would you be so kind as to let me in?" One guard opened his mouth to speak, but he closed it almost as quickly as Mark began to argue his case.
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Three minutes, a twisted promise, and two hundred bucks later, Mark entered the Falcone residence and folded up his sunglasses. It was larger and more elegant than anything he had ever lived in. He found himself, as he strode through the threshold, wondering just how much money they brought in yearly. Certainly, he'd have one hell of a payday if he won a case against them.

He looked about, scouring the crowd for someone to speak to, someone he knew well. Federally employed lawyers, however, were not often invited to the parties of Mafia bosses. Still, he managed to find one familiar face -- Alyssa Mancini. Once upon a time, a while ago, she had worked for him. He had not forgotten her, especially once he had heard she was running with the Falcone crowd. Why not make small talk? It was only a matter of time until the guards changed their minds and told him to leave. Mark walked towards her, one hand still in a pocket, the other stretching out to grab a champagne flute as a tray passed by.

"Miss Mancini!" he greeted, coming to a stop less than a foot from her. "Fancy seeing you here, hm? How have you been?" Mark wore a warm smile, but there was something in his tone that would allow her to detect that he was purposefully being ironic.

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Brianna smiled and laughed as Ric picked her up,
"I'm surprised you can still do that, old man."
She chuckled at the look of mock hurt he gave her. She was about to explain what she was doing here when Claudia came up behind Ric. Brianna smiled and nodded,
"Oh yes that's me, always coming in gun blazing."
Brianna nodded once more as Claudia floated away,
"looks like you've got your hands full with her."
She said looping her arm under her brothers as they walked back into the party.
As they walked past guests Brianna began to explain her reason for coming here tonight.
"I'd heard your making friends, and I'm back for good so I figured it would be best for me to come home and see what use I could be to you."
She gave him a devilish smile and a soft wink.
"You know it's always good to have a soldier on your side.
With that she slipped her arm out of his and grabbed two glasses from one of the servers. She was cute, Brianna had always had a thing for redheads.
"Thanks cutie."
Brianna winked at the girl before quickly turning back to Ric and handing him a drink. She held hers up to him and smiled proudly.

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As they danced he couldn't help but smile as he stared in to the beautiful eyes of his daughter. "How is it that after everything I put you through, you, are still so beautiful and strong? You are so much like you're mother, strong independent, loving and free spirited. I'm sorry I have always been so controlling, you deserve to be free, free o live your life the way you want to." Just as he finishes saying that, over Momoe's shoulder Hiroshi noticed a 'pretty boy' walk in. Not only did his 'pretty boy' entitled attitude rube him the wrong way but Hiroshi recognized him right away, Mark Hartmann, DA. So now they had a cop and a well known DA at the party, what was Ric up to inviting these two to this party? "Great. Now, do I find Ric and look into whats going on, or do I stay with my daughter? Its possible this DA is on the payroll along with the cop, though that seems unlikely, so why are they both here? To protect my daughter it looks like I'm going to have to break her heart... again." He thought as he let out a slight sigh with out changing his facial expression but he did lower his shoulders slightly. Talking softly enough so only Momoe could hear him, "I love you. I always have and always will. I want you to know that what I do, I do for you my daughter. If anything goes wrong I want you to run. Go to any of our building and tell the guards that we have an Omega level code red. They will take care of you. I want you to promise me that you will do as I ask. And once its over, forget out this life, forget about me and live your life, free, happy and safe. Promise me that you will do this for me?" Though he said this with a smile on his face its clear how serious he is.

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"How is it that after everything I put you through, you, are still so beautiful and strong? You are so much like you're mother, strong independent, loving and free spirited. I'm sorry I have always been so controlling, you deserve to be free, free to live your life the way you want to." Her father said, taking Momoe by surprise. He wanted her to be free? To live as she wanted.

She looked at her father, and it was right on the tip of her tongue to tell him about Ivan. "Father...?"

Her father's expression when dark for a moment, his shoulder's dropping and Momoe knew that something was wrong. "I love you. I always have and always will. I want you to know that what I do, I do for you my daughter." He said and Momoe barely had time to blink before he went on.

"If anything goes wrong I want you to run. Go to any of our building and tell the guards that we have an Omega level code red. They will take care of you. I want you to promise me that you will do as I ask. And once its over, forget out this life, forget about me and live your life, free, happy and safe. Promise me that you will do this for me?"

She took a breath. "Father...What are you going on about? I'm not gonna leave you, no matter what." She heard herself saying and her the sincerty in her voice. "If something goes down, I'll run, but only to get more men. Go find out what's going on." She said with a nod, it was clear in the look in her eye's that she was the Dragon's Daughter, whether she knew it or not.

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He smiled at the strength and amount of care in daughter even as horrible of a father he had been towards her. He contiued to dance as he looked her in the eyes, and in the sternest voice, "No my daughter promise me. I will be fine." He turned to her two female guards, "You two if things go wrong level omega code red and get my daughter out of here. And don't let her out of your sight for a second." The guards nod as he stopped dancing and bowed to Momoe. "Thank you for the dance." Hiroshi and his two male guards walked over to Ric.

In the polities and most respectful voice possible, "Pardon me." He bows, "I am sorry to interrupt but Mr. Falcon I was hopping that we could talk... In private." He looked at Brianna, clearly a close friend... No family, this must be his sister, the soldier. "I'm sorry, were are my manners. I am Hiroshi Yukimura. It is an honor to meet you ma'am." he bows to her.

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Claudia tapped her foot impatiently as Alyssa just kept blabbing at her. All of the words that came out of that cow's mouth were supposed to make Claudia tick, and they did... to a certain extent. Alyssa was one of the few people who knew (and cared) that Claudia was born and raised to be a lower-middle class Italian woman who would have six children and argue with her husband every night. She was by no means raised to live the life she was pursuing now. And yes it was strange that Ric and chosen little frizzy haired Claudia over smart Alyssa, but he had. Now Alyssa just needed to get over herself and accept that. For God's sake, Claudia and Ricardo had been married for eight years and Alyssa still wasn't over it. Somethings just need to die, and Alyssa's love for him is one of those things.

By now Claudia was used to the jabs that Alyssa took at her. Instead of furthering the irritation between the two of them Claudia, for the first time in a long time, decided to keep her mouth shut. Claudia did nothing as Alyssa barged into her and made her way down the stairs. Claudia stood in Ric's office for a moment, taking it's paperwork and metal kind of smell. Then she returned to the party. Her hazel scanned the guests as she defended from the staircase. A jumble of people Claudia didn't remember inviting were here, but that wasn't something unusual. Everyone was trying to get into these parties. Then she spotted the handsome devil on payroll.

"Nicky!" She exclaimed, swigging down the last of her champagne and putting it on a servers platter. Claudia cupped his face with her right hand and gave him a quick peck on the cheek on the other side. Pulling away she said "I wasn't expecting to see you here." If Claudia had lived another life she would have married someone like Nick Quinn. He was charming and had one of those cute little accents. He would have been something of a prize to her and her girlfriends back home. Something a little exotic, and if he wasn't involved in the mafia, something stable enough to raise kids with.

Claudia did a quick scan of his clothes. Underdressed, but she didn't mind. Nick Quinn never seemed to understand that these sort of things were a fashion statement for women and a time to show off for the men.

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As they talked Brianna couldn't help but take in everything around them. Ric had done well, he and Claudia seemed to have everything going just the way they wanted. She was pulled from her thoughts when a man - the guest of honer, she presumed. He bowed and she bowed her her head in turn.
"Brianna.. Brianna Falcone. It's very nice to meet you. Sorry I've not heard of you before now, I've... Been away, for a while."
As Brianna spoke she glanced at her brother, hoping she was doing a good job. This was odd for her, after so many years of fighting, staking out buildings, and hunting down terrorists, Brianna was not used to talking her way through, well, anything! She was a fighter.
It was true what her buddy's used to call her; Brick.
She was cold and packed a mean punch.
Brianna glanced around the room and, as she took in all the faces, she began to feel a slight buzzing sensation at the base of her skull, almost like a sugar rush!
She looked back at the two men and smiled sweetly and bowed her head,
"If you two will excuse me, I think I need some air."
She backed away from the two and made her way through the crowd of well dressed men and women.
She walked around until she found a door leading do a balcony over a garden. Brianna sighed with relief as she quickly shut the door behind her and breathed in the night air deeply. She hadn't really counted on their being so many people here. She walked to a small stone bench and sat for a while. Looking up she half expected to see a clear night sky full of start but instead she saw clouds and planes and helecoptors flying back and fowrth through the sky. Another thing she had forgotten; how alive the sky was here. She hadn't missed it.

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Nicholas scanned the crowd. Overdressed, overpayed. The words that came to his head. He pulled the flask out of his jacket and took a swig before placing it back into his pocket. He looked and thought he saw a spray of red hair disappear from him. It slightly intrigued him and he walked further into the party. He saw the champagne being carried around, looked down at himself and sighed. He could have atleast worn a nice suit. His eyes met with one Alyssa Mancini, he'd seen her around and he gave her a quick once over. Up and down. She was hot. He'd seen her around before and every single time he made that conclusion.

They'd never really spoken properly but Nick liked to think he'd made an impression. Atleast enough of one that if he wanted to go and talk to her, it'd be easy enough. It was then he heard a sound. A call. The homing signal. He knew who it was before he even looked. The wife to Ric Falcone. A smile summoned itself to his face. He heard his name and felt her hand on his face and her lips touch his cheek.

"Claudia! Baby!"

He exclaimed to her as he risked breaking a boundary, he wrapped an arm around her waist and gave her a quick squeeze. He winked at her and responded to her next comment.

"There's a reason for that...Probably because I wasn't invited but don't worry, I didn't bring my badge..."

He kept a hold of her waist and gave her an up-down look.

"You're looking good...More clothes than I'd like but I suppose that wouldn't be appropriate...With your husband so close and all.."

He took a step back and gave her another look and smiled then gave a mock paranoid look around the place. While he wasn't actually scared of Ric, he had heard stories and...If it came to a fight Nick REALLY wasn't confident. He'd probably be killed, dragged out somewhere and shot. Nick didn't wanna get shot. It wasn't in his plans for the next five years.

"I don't have to worry about being shot now do I? Because...How could I resist touching you?"

Nick stood and looked around, no-one else was particularly pulling him, he did notice that he couldn't see his sister but maybe she just decided not to come...Whatever. Claudia was entertaining enough...and....Alyssa was always an option...

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Claudia flashed a glittering smile when he said he had not been invited. There was good reason for that. She and Ric didn't want to introduce all of their assets to Hiroshi. But Nick's showing up here wasn't something entirely too bothersome. On a business level Claudia would have liked a little warning but on a personal level she was more than happy that he was here. Nick was someone that Claudia could count on... for the most part, anyway. Claudia was just tickled by the man. She of course was truly loyal to her husband, but that didn't mean she couldn't flirt with the Irishman. She was confident that Ricardo trusted her enough, and if he didn't, then that was his problem.

"You're looking good...More clothes than I'd like but I suppose that wouldn't be appropriate...With your husband so close and all.."

Her hazel eyes peered down at her dark blue dress. It was a silky material that wrapped around her body, with a high slit and a low v. The dress something of a show but it definitely wasn't her most enticing piece. Claudia figured that tonight was a good night to lay back, after all the old Asain man was attending and she didn't want him to have a heart attack before both clans had settled on a deal. "If it's any consolation, there's nothing underneath," Claudia said in a hushed voice. Though Nick might not have known that she was would never dare sleep with him, she still found pleasure in teasing. "After all, what Ricardo doesn't know won't kill him." With that line she let out a little laugh as her eyes search for her husband. Her words were laced with deeper meaning. Ricardo was gone so much that he really didn't know a lot of what Claudia did her spare time. Nor did he know that she had her own little network and was working on Carrie. Not finding her husband, she returned her gaze to Nick.

At his mock paranoia Claudia let out soft chuckle before saying "Maybe, if you're not careful." Her tone was full of sarcasm. If Ricardo felt intimidated by Nick it would a surprise to Claudia. After Nick worked for Ric, and there were a number of ways that the Don could easily fuck up his entire life.

"You didn't come to this party for me though." She said as she watched him look around. "Looking for your sister? Or another wealthy woman to fuck?"

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Nick chucked when she told him that she had nothing on underneath. He wouldn't put it past her. She had a reputation. It wasn't one spoken about super openly but it was hushed enough to sound like the truth.

"Oh, I can only imagine what Ricardo has waiting for him every night....Damn..."

He bit his lip and smiled at her. Nick didn't think he would actually fuck Claudia....Okay...What he meant was he didn't think he'd want to fuck her and deal with the repercussions of that action. He didn't want to die after all. He also was pretty sure that she wouldn't fuck him either, obviously. He's not rich enough for her tastes, no way he could throw parties like this. He could maybe rustle up some wine and Doritos on short notice...

She doesn't look like a Doritos kinda girl. Nick thought that the fact she might not sleep with him even if he put in a lot of effort slightly insulting on some deep egotistical level, one he would probably tell his therapist about if he could afford one. It was then that she mentioned what Ricardo doesn't know.

"Oh really? Maybe one day Darling, we can go get a few drinks. I'll give you a ride...or two in my Cop car, get into a car chase and cap it all off with a nice coffee and a sleep...Sound fun?"

He laughed when she said he wasn't there for her and took a step forward.

"Awww don't talk like that Honey, I'm always here to see you. Don't you ever see me just barging in, wandering around? Hoping to see you in your usual undressed state?"

He chuckled and smirked to himself before shaking his head.

"No but seriously, I'm just here because I heard there was a party but...Fucking a rich girl wouldn't be so bad....If you're not available that is....Is my sister even here? I don't really keep track of where she goes"

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Carrie pulled her car away from the police officer and skidded down the road. After some self convincing she decided the party was a must. She hadn't spoken to her brother in ages and had run out of things to tell the FBI about him. Quite a shitty mole she was in fact.

Whole driving down the street, to her own stupidity she found a tube of cherry red Chanel lipstick in her glove compartment and applied it while driving down the road. As a cause an effect, the cause being Carrie was distracted driving, the effect was well an interesting one. See she had swerved to the other side of the road. Although her story didn't end there as she swerved back in less than a second.

Smiling, and feeling invincible Carrie grabbed the Bourbon beside her and took another swig, wincing as the alcohol went down but smiling at the warm feeling it spread throughout her body. Drunk was good. Getting drunk had in fact become Carries favorite past time since Sam's death.

Finally she pulled up in front of a huge mansion that she had grown very accustomed to over the course of her life, although in recent years it had nearly become a stranger. Although the house was now a stranger Carrie let herself in anyways, not bothering to knock as she came face to face with the crowd.

Carrie had not forgotten on the way out of her Range Rover her bottle of Bourbon which she held in her hand and occasionally took a swig of as she let her eyes roam about the crowd taking everything and everyone in.

Almost instantly she spotted people that she knew. But a select few actually caught her full attention. Although the ones that did really caught it. Such as Mark Hartmann, a man she knew from her mole work. Two thoughts popped into her mind when she saw him, first suspicion as to why he is here. Maybe he's a traitor against the FBI, Carrie thought to herself. Her second thought was that he would see her and rat her out to her family, which ultimately was one of her biggest fears, the mafia didn't show sympathy to traitors even if they are family.

Moving her eyes from that she spotted Claudia and yet another cop. Oh this is fucking great, thought Carrie. Claudia, whom Carrie had previously been close with, was now just another person she got to watch burn when the mafia got taken down. It almost excited Carrie to know that her revenge may work.

The last person she spotted was her brother, whom she glared daggers at from across the room. She balled her hands into fists and clenched her teeth at the mere sight of him.

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"Ah," Claudia cooed at him as he went into detail about a pretend date. "If only you were proposing this eight years earlier," she teased. In all honesty though, eighteen year old Claudia would have jumped on the chance for a date with Nicolas Quinn. Then again, who knows what shenanigans Nick was up to in his twenties. Perhaps he wouldn't have made the same kind of impression on her then. Claudia quickly imagined Nick as a twenty-something year old, probably just as handsome but not as rugged. He wasn't involved with the dark side just yet, and that might have made him a little more innocent...? Who knows.

Claudia pretended to primp herself as Nick went on about always being here to see her. They both knew that wasn't true. She laughed at his comment about her usual undressed state. "If you wanted to see me naked, you could have just asked," Claudia joked, giving his arm a squeeze. Claudia watched him shake his head, coming out of this silly game that they played.

"A party is a party," She said, slipping one arm around his waist and using the other to theatrically show him the guests that were mingling. "Do you even like parties, Nick?" She asked, taking a step back. Fucking a rich girl wouldn't be so bad....If you're not available that is.... Claudia gave Nick a playful look, "Did you already forget that my husband is here?" she asked, her slender fingers fixing with collar of his jacket. "I haven't seen your sister..." Claudia said, looking the cop over once again. "I heard that she was here though." The party was just starting and if Nicolas planned on staying he would need to clean up a bit. He would at least need a tie.

"You're planning to stay, I assume?" Claudia went on, giving him yet another look down. "You're going to need to do better than this." Finally she had cracked, Claudia loved it that Nick didn't care to dress up but in order for him to be accepted here he needed to shape up. "Come on," Claudia said, tugging at Nick's pants pocket, "Let's grab you something that will make you look less... civilian." Claudia didn't dare put Nick into something of Ricardo's but there were plenty of clothes lying around this house. Some from past victims, some that were gifts never opened, and so on. Claudia led Nick up the stairs, making her way to one of the many spare rooms. This room was full of useless expensive things that Claudia didn't care for, but didn't care to get rid of either. And the closet was full of mens clothing.

"Put this on." Claudia finally said, after searching through the closet. In her hands was a finely pressed shirt and a tie. Though it would still make him a tad underdressed it was enough for him to pass as one of them.

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Before Ric has time to say anything one of Hiroshi's guards gets a call on his radio and emmetly puts a hand to his ear piece. Then leans into Hiroshi's ear, and whispers something to softly for anyone else to hear. Hiroshi turns to the guard, "Ok get my daughter out of here. Go to the book store, we have friends in the area. I will finish up here then take the limo." Without a moments pause the guard quietly relays the instructions over his radio. One of Momoe's guards hooks her arm around one of Momoe's arms and with a smile, "Oh come on you look board. Lets go some were more fun." As she says this she gives a small firm tugs to let her know to follow. The guards lead her out, one guard leading the way well the other stays hooked to her. Once at one of their SUVs the first guard holds the door open as the second guard puts Momoe in. The first guard then closes the door and gets in on the other side so Momoe is between the two in the back seat. After all three are in the drive pulls out of the driveway and drives like nothing is wrong. In route he take a few unnecessary turns, pulls into parking lots and other monovers to see if they are being tailed. Being deemed clear they drive towards Ivan's store.

As they get close the guards get a call and the drive makes a quick turn down a side road. Coming out the other side they pull behind a Jeep Grand Cherokee that had been stopped by a black four door sedan with dark black tented windows. A Japanese man in a black suit is talking to the diver. "So Mr. Ivan, may I call you Ivan? Look about what we talked about earlier, I don't want that sounding like I'm threating you or anything. So why don't we take a trip back to your store? You reopen your store so we can talk and I can get a look at how you do business and then we talk business, ok?" He gives a slow nod at the SUV diver, luckily the divider in the SUV so Ivan and Momoe couldn't see each other, then turns back to Ivan, "How about you lead the way ok?" The guy then gets back into his car and wait to follow Ivan.

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Character Portrait: Ezra Robinson
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Character Portrait: Lea Robinson
Character Portrait: Nico Falcone
Character Portrait: Nicholas Quinn

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Character Portrait: Nicholas Quinn
Nicholas Quinn

"A Cop On The Streets, A Man In The House And A Freak In The Bed" - True Story

Character Portrait: Nico Falcone
Nico Falcone

"Angry people are not always wise."

Character Portrait: Lea Robinson
Lea Robinson

"I'm not stupid, This is dangerous but I'm so close."

Character Portrait: Billy Poole
Billy Poole

"You know what's funny? The only difference between us and them is the badge."

Character Portrait: Ezra Robinson
Ezra Robinson

"No one is above the law. Not a politician, not a priest, not a criminal, not a police officer. We are all accountable for our actions."

Character Portrait: Fiona 'Ginger' Falcone
Fiona 'Ginger' Falcone

"I didn't want him to go, but he did and now he's gone...and know you're going down the same path..."

Character Portrait: Ivan Luong
Ivan Luong

"Those who break the rules are scum, that's true, but those who abandon their friends are worse than scum."

Character Portrait: Marley Vane
Marley Vane

"You know... I really feel like punching you right now."

Character Portrait: Hiroshi Yukimura
Hiroshi Yukimura

Family, Honor, Duty

Character Portrait: Mark Hartmann
Mark Hartmann

"The lawyer with the briefcase can steal more money than the man with the gun."

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Character Portrait: Nico Falcone
Nico Falcone

"Angry people are not always wise."

Character Portrait: Brianna Falcone
Brianna Falcone

Just leave the whiskey, I've got the gun. We are gonna have fun tonight.

Character Portrait: Billy Poole
Billy Poole

"You know what's funny? The only difference between us and them is the badge."

Character Portrait: Nicholas Quinn
Nicholas Quinn

"A Cop On The Streets, A Man In The House And A Freak In The Bed" - True Story

Character Portrait: Hiroshi Yukimura
Hiroshi Yukimura

Family, Honor, Duty

Character Portrait: Marley Vane
Marley Vane

"You know... I really feel like punching you right now."

Character Portrait: Ric Falcone
Ric Falcone

"Don Falcone was my father. Please, call me Ric. "

Character Portrait: Claudia Falcone
Claudia Falcone

"Act like a lady, think like a man."

Character Portrait: Alyssa Mancini
Alyssa Mancini

Consigliere

Character Portrait: Ezra Robinson
Ezra Robinson

"No one is above the law. Not a politician, not a priest, not a criminal, not a police officer. We are all accountable for our actions."

Most Followed

Character Portrait: Momoe Yukimura
Momoe Yukimura

"I'm nothing else to him but me, that's all I want."

Character Portrait: Fiona 'Ginger' Falcone
Fiona 'Ginger' Falcone

"I didn't want him to go, but he did and now he's gone...and know you're going down the same path..."

Character Portrait: Nicholas Quinn
Nicholas Quinn

"A Cop On The Streets, A Man In The House And A Freak In The Bed" - True Story

Character Portrait: Alyssa Mancini
Alyssa Mancini

Consigliere

Character Portrait: Ivan Luong
Ivan Luong

"Those who break the rules are scum, that's true, but those who abandon their friends are worse than scum."

Character Portrait: Lea Robinson
Lea Robinson

"I'm not stupid, This is dangerous but I'm so close."

Character Portrait: Billy Poole
Billy Poole

"You know what's funny? The only difference between us and them is the badge."

Character Portrait: Nico Falcone
Nico Falcone

"Angry people are not always wise."

Character Portrait: Marley Vane
Marley Vane

"You know... I really feel like punching you right now."

Character Portrait: Ric Falcone
Ric Falcone

"Don Falcone was my father. Please, call me Ric. "


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