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Anthony "Tony" Rizzo

"Why does she still love a man who is unfaithful to her?"

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a character in “In Mafia Vita”, originally authored by Scarlet Loup, as played by RolePlayGateway

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Anthony “Tony” Rizzo

The Moneymaker

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Full Name:| Anthony Benvolio Rizzo

Nicknames:| Only those close to him are allowed to call him Tony

Age:| Thirty-four

Gender:| Male

Orientation:| Straight

Originally From:| Las Vegas, Nevada

Currently Living:| Upper East Side, right near the Genovese household

Occupation:| Anthony manages one of the East Coast’s largest casino chains and a handful of speakeasies.




Likes:| Like most men, Anthony loves women and sex. He doesn’t really seem to have a type, although he is extremely attracted to Jonathan's wife. He smokes and loves a good pack of cigarettes along with some alcohol. Anthony’s love for power is pretty much an obsession. He won’t rest until he’s on the top of the food chain. Tony loves money and the ability to buy whatever he wants. Last, but certainly not least, Tony is a self-declared “party-animal and loves to party and have a good time.

Dislikes:| There are quite a few things that annoy Anthony. First off is Jonathan Genovese. He can’t stand that bastard and can’t wait until he drops dead. He hates cops simply because they constantly pose a threat to his money and his casinos. Tony hates to be weak and tries to make himself look much tougher than he truly is. In reality, he’s just a bloody coward. Spies, of course, are also a pet peeve of his. Because of them, he’s a bit wary and stays on his toes around those he doesn’t know. Tony hates people that are smarter than him simply because they cause him to look like an idiot in front of others. Tony doesn’t like to be argued with. His opinion is the right one, of course, and the only one that matters to him. Finally, he oddly hates cats. It has something to do with an incident as a child, most likely.

Fears:| Death, Tony fears death and possibly going to hell for what he’s done; Jonathan, though he doesn’t outright admit it, Tony does fear the power the other man possesses; losing his fortune, if he were to lose the fortune amassed by his family, Anthony would be absolutely distraught and would lose his one true purpose.

Secrets:| Anthony has a plethora of secrets. He is inexplicably and completely in love with Jonathan’s wife, Victoria. He’s made plans to kill the crime lord and even carried out one of these plans once. It failed miserably, however, but Jonathan never found out.




Hobbies:| Tony really doesn’t have many “hobbies” per say. He gambles and drinks, but also smokes too. He knows basic chords on the guitar and has a small collection of guitars that he keeps locked up only to show off. If anything, he has an obsession with collecting random things to show off. He always has to “one-up” others. Another “past-time” of his (if it can be considered a past time) is sex. He’s a playboy in every sense of the word.

Talents:| Tony is a skilled businessman but also conman. He has a high level of intelligence and can make logic, accurate decisions in a split second, making him just about perfect for his line of work. He’s charismatic and has swindled many a man out of his money, adding it to his own fortune. When it comes to balancing his budget at the end of the month, Anthony doesn’t let a penny slip by his nose. If he’s the one being conned, you can be damn well sure he’ll find a way to get back at you. Anthony has an extensive understanding of card games and is ranked as one of America's top poker players. He holds an annual tournament in his largest casino for some of the top poker players and many more for less-experienced gamblers. It's become one of his best means of income.

Deficits:| All people have their flaws, even if they do not recognize them. Anthony loses his temper quickly and frequently. He can be violent during these occasions and it’s usually just best to avoid him at all costs when he’s angry. Also, he is very untrustworthy to most people and is just as prepared to listen to your secrets as he is to turn around and sell them to the press. With the police, he’s not very good at hiding and has been caught multiple times for drunk driving, public disturbance, and possession of illegal firearms. However, he was able to be bailed out.

Weapons:| Though he isn’t very talented with weapons, Tony has at least two .50 caliber Desert Eagles with him at all times, just in case. He has an assault rifle stowed in each of his cars, too.




Personality:| In one word, Tony is sleazy. He’s a playboy, a con man, a coward, and a thief. And yet, he seems to hold the world in his palms, just below Jonah. He’s naturally a charismatic guy with an excessive amount of charm that can win almost anyone over. He’ll get you to warm up to him, get you to trust him fully and once he’s learned your dirty secrets, Tony no longer needs you. With a high IQ, he thinks logically and outside of the box, always improving his business strategies. He has a very little amount of moral and finds no wrong in pursuing Jonathan’s wife. On the other hand, he knows how terribly wrong it is for Jonathan to cheat on his wife (even if Tony has no evidence of this). It's for this reason he feels he "deserves" Jonah's wife more than Jonathan does. Jonathan is a man no more virtuous than himself, no?

He’s certainly a man you want on your side because making enemies with Tony is just about as bad as making enemies with everyone. In the world of crime, Tony is very prominent. He manages Jonathan's casinos and speakeasies where many con men, drug lords, and citizens alike come. In just one night, he could ruin the life of a man who stepped on his foot earlier that day. Though he is a dedicated businessman, everyone needs a break. Anthony loves drinking just as much as anyone but he also smokes roughly a pack every two or so days. He’s a “party animal” and likes to throw as many parents as possible, inviting as many guests as possible. He is extremely in love with Victoria and begs her to leave Jonathan for him.




History:| Anthony Benvolio Rizzo was born in Las Vegas to an already prominent family. His father, and his father before him, owned a few casinos in the area. His parents, Anthony Rizzo Sr. and Maria Rizzo raised him basically in the casinos, teaching him the ways of their business by the time he was nine. When he was fifteen, he was already taking notes on how his parents ran the business and he was practicing card games with his father during breaks. Tony had four younger siblings, though he hardly talks about them nowadays since they never kept in contact. All he knows is his one brother, Leo, was killed in a gang fight while his younger sister overdosed and died. After attending a private school, Tony went to Yale, studying business.
By the time he was twenty-two, Tony had basically become his father’s business partner. However, that was short-lived. In just a few months, the casinos failed and the Rizzos were left without work.

It’s unknown why they chose Manhattan or how they even ended up rebuilding their empire but, by the time Tony was twenty-nine, he and his father had created a new chain of casinos along with some speakeasies. His happiness ended soon after when a newly-enraged Jonathan, planning to control as much of New York as possible, struck up a deal with both men. Tony agreed to sell their casinos to Jonah, leaving him and his father as mere managers of their creation. Most likely unable to deal with the loss of his fortune, Anthony Sr. died of a heart attack. Again, it is unknown how it happened since the coroner’s report claimed he had no history or signs of heart disease. Tony seems to believe his father was poisoned, though that seems highly unlikely. While visiting Jonathan, Tony met the man’s wife and instantly fell in love with her. Since then, he’s begged her to leave her husband for him and eagerly awaits Jonathan’s death. He wonders to this day what would have happened if he could have kept his casinos instead of selling them.




Miscellaneous:| Anthony has a collection of cars in his garage. His collection consists of a bright yellow Saleen S7, a silver Ford 2011 Mustang, and a 2009 Rolls Royce. While he doesn’t own any cats, he has a few dogs (two pit bulls to be exact).

So begins...

Anthony "Tony" Rizzo's Story

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Victoria felt her anger surging. She hummed with frustration, her fingers clenching the edge of the kitchen counter top until her knuckles turned white. Clenching her teeth, she exhaled through her teeth and looked at the floor before glancing up at the cater waiter who had dropped a platter of sparkling champagne in taking a corner too sharply. The crystal flutes had shattered, covering a large expanse of the slate floor. On top of that, Victoria was in the middle of the mess and bits of glass now graced her feet, cutting her nylons and sticking to her gown. She had come in to check on their progress and she had been showered in both the glasses and their contents. “I’m so, so...so sorry Mrs. Genovese…” the waiter apologized frantically. Victoria heard the fear dripping from her words. When she looked up at the girl she recognized that she was no older than her own daughter, though terrible cowed and far less stubborn. The girl gasped when Victoria leveled a gaze with her, flicking a hand out and sending a splash of champagne off of her fingertips and to the floor. “I’m fine,” she forced herself to say. If she didn't the poor girl might panic more and do something worse. The waiter looked about ready to burst into tears. Two thousand dollars worth of crystal now littered the floor and the champagne itself was soaking further into her evening gown. The emerald silk was ruined and still dripping. As she stepped forward slowly the glass crunched audibly beneath her Louboutin heels. Each step earned a wince from her staff. Once she was out of the initial pile of champagne flutes, Victoria hiked her dress up into her hands, rubbing the silk with her thumb only to earn herself a cut from a stray shard of crystal.

“Clean this up,” Victoria ordered. She turned to face her staff who merely looked back at her stunned. Their eyes glanced over her and they all remained still, looking at her with mixed expressions of surprise, fear and horror. “Now!” she barked, her voice cutting. A gasp followed and the hum of activity returned to them all. She sighed as she walked out of the kitchen, hearing the loud sniping of her head chef as he re-asserted control. Victoria frowned, closing her eyes as she proceeded to the main staircase, thankful that guests would not be arriving for another half hour. That said, some of their companions liked to arrive earlier, curious if there was ever disarray. She could not let them see any of this.

As she hurried herself up the stairs, she looked over her shoulder at the main entrance of their Manhattan townhouse, the sweeping steps polished to perfection. Two butlers stood at attention by the main doors to receive guests, while security remained outside the doors on the steps with the valet. Months ago, it would have only been one individual assigned to watch the entry of people into the mansion, the main gates and their security enough to prevent people from pulling stunts. For the evening, Jonathon had requested extra. His business associates would be meeting with him that evening and with everyone there on top of family friends it was sure to be a full house of interesting people. She hoped the additional security was enough.

Shaking her head, she ushered herself up to her bedroom, passing by the doors of her children’s rooms. She lingered, feeling herself soften as she neared Charlee’s door. Victoria paused and tried to listen. In hearing nothing she moved by, knowing that she had told them all to be back at the mansion on time and that it was possible that her daughter had gone to the salon to get herself prepared for the gala. As she continued on, she passed by her eldest son’s door. Lincoln had had class. It was a Monday after all. His semester had just started. Hopefully the accountant had paid his tuition. The thought made her add another note to her long mental list of things to check up on. Continuing on her way she passed Dylan’s door, evident given that it was the most papered over with signs and stickers. She knocked, trying to open it only to find it locked - as was usual.

“Half an hour sweet,” Victoria reminded him, disappointed that she couldn't actually tell him in person. “And you know how we feel about you locking your door.”

With that she moved beyond her children’s rooms, only pausing as she passed the last door on her left. Pushing it open, she could almost see Kole at his desk, hunched over some textbook and fighting himself to pay attention. It wasn’t hard to remember him looking up at her, smiling and sighing. Though he had been adopted into the family, she felt like she had lost a child when he had moved out. When Lincoln had moved into Cornell student residence it hadn’t quite been the same. He was still home on weekends, and evenings more often than not. With Kole gone, Victoria could go weeks without seeing him. Jonathon and Nate still had close contact but he felt remarkably absent from her. She would have to speak to him later about that, about coming to dinner more often or...something. Jonathon had assured her he was coming. Kole had cancelled a lot lately – something about his position becoming more tenuous. She had always thought it was a bad idea for him to go into the police academy. Maybe she should try to talk to him about that too? But that seemed difficult. She would be expected downstairs shortly and the business side of the evening would command her attention before the art auction would start – the front for their evening. Then there was the speech and a talk by Kole and then Nathaniel. Then the two leading men had a meeting with some movie star who had somehow weaseled her way into the event. Then there was dinner and ultimately no time alone with any of them. It was stressful just thinking about all that she needed to remember. She had to meet with the MET people downstairs too, right away, as they brought the works in that were for sale. All of this meant that she didn’t have time to get dressed again.

It all flooded her mind in short bursts, her thought process bringing her back to the fact that her dress was half soaked in champagne. As she stepped away from the guest room she sighed again, feeling the tension flood from her shoulders as she proceeded to her wing of the house. The master bedroom was behind a set of double doors. Victoria Her heels clicked across the hardwood floors as she moved towards her walk-in closet. Two steps into the room and she dropped the wet skirt of her dress and proceeded to unzip it only for it to get stuck and slightly beyond her reach between her shoulder blades. “This party will be the death of me,” she muttered angrily. While she knew she was overreacting, it felt better to say something. They had certainly faced worse.





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Kole Marinos was never early. Today was most certainly an anomaly. The twenty four year old walked up the length of the driveway, past the tall pillar columns that signaled the main entrance to the family stead. He could still remember being fifteen and arriving at the Genovese mansion for the first time. Like an excited dog he had practically had his head out the window, marveling at the gargantuan grandeur of the home. Years later, he recognized that it paled in comparison to the estates of many other upper east side dwellers – if anything the Genovese family as relatively subdued. Still, he could not deny that it impressed him. As he approached the tall double doors, he made eye contact with the three men clustered on the front steps. They all looked him over, the butler smiling while the security guards assessed the potential threat that he posed. It had been six weeks since he had last been at the mansion itself, enough time for Jonathon to hire new bouncers.

“Pierre,” Kole smiled at the butler. “Master Kole! How pleasant to see you again,” the valet replied, moving forward to hug him only to find his way barred by one of the security personnel. It was enough for Kole’s smile to falter. “Are you on the list?” he demanded, looking down at an iPhone in his hand and scrolling through a pre-approved list. “It’s Kole Marinos,” the butler said, aghast at the idea of one of the family being questioned. “It’s okay. I understand the precaution,” he smiled, watching as the security guard scrolled through the list, confirmed that he was in fact on it, and nodded him through. “Mr. Genovese wishes to see you in the library.”

“I was counting on that,” Kole nodded, moving beyond the threshold and into the impressive manor, pausing to adjust his suit. He pulled on his shirt collar, irritated by the starchy quality of the fabric. It felt constricting. The moment that he stepped into the manor little seemed different. Unlike his apartment in the Upper West Side, the Genovese mansion felt like home. The scents were familiar. The feel and touch of it felt far more normal. Yet he felt almost a stranger to it on his own. Immediately his hands went to the tie around his neck, loosening the knot so that he could undo it and pull it off. The staff standing offside watched him, amused as Kole appeared relieved when the fabric was stowed in his pocket. Undoing the top two buttons of his dress shirt, he finally felt freed.

With that dealt with, he proceeded knowingly through the halls of the mansion, hearing a loud chorus of voices coming from the kitchen as he moved toward the back end of the mansion. He was early by some twenty minutes for the first time…in ever. He approached the library cautiously but in hearing nothing he stepped inside, confronted with the sitting room attached to Jonathon’s office and no one else. He’d certainly never been first before. He just wondered who would be second, or whether he would have a moment along with Jonathon. Or even Nate. He needed to tell them about what he had been forced to do. He could still see it. Whenever he closed his eyes, he saw the fat headed pig who had managed to figure out who he was, the look in his eyes before he shot him and the spray of blood that had followed after he had been gunned down in his own home by Kole himself. The memory came with a shriek in his ears, leaving him uncomfortable and jumpy. He sat down on the couch facing the door for that reason, allowing himself to hold his head in his hands and to think about anything but that night - which unfortunately proved futile for the moment. He had even drawn concerned looks at the office that morning he had been so out of it.

It is currently 7:40pm on Monday January 7th 2013. An art auction and gala has been organized at the Genovese mansion in support of a charity called Homeward Bound which helps underprivileged youth in Manhattan have after school programs to be apart of, tutors and halfway houses. The business associates are to meet with Jonathon at 8:00pm. The auction will start shortly after, providing a cover for the meeting. Of course, afterward all associates are invited to enjoy the Gala with the other guests. The incident involving the old techie happened in late September but the hiring of the new techie has made it fresh in the minds of the family again. (I've put it four months ago so that he had time to recuperate) What's more, the FBI organized a raid on one of the family restaurants in the Upper West Side the day before. While the family was tipped off and nothing came of it, the family is tense regardless. In the aftermath an FBI handler was killed by informant Kole Marinos to prevent the knowledge of his position from being leaked.

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”Of course, Mr. Genovese. I checked and re-checked everything myself. No one without an invitation will get into this party.” The head of security reassured his inquiring boss, who looked at him skeptically. His eyes were hard and cold; the eyes of a man who would not tolerate even a single mistake. They were unnerving to say the least, and even the hardened head of security knew that to screw up was to die. This crime boss never fooled around with anything regarding the safety of his family. That much was known to anyone in the business who had even half a brain. In the end, once the head of security had lowered his gaze, clearing his throat while awaiting a reply, Jonathon gave a single nod in recognition. “I sincerely hope you’re right,” he noted coolly before leaving to make his way inside.

The pair had been in the garden of the mansion, and while Jonah walked inside, crossing through the main hall, the head of security went to once again stress the importance of this job to his men. The Genovese patriarch was nervous to say the least, not that it could be seen in any way. In fact, the male appeared calm, cool and collected as ever. This was his family, however, and he never liked to bring work home with him like this because it brought potential danger right to their doorstep, but desperate times called for desperate measures. He sighed to himself, shaking his head. Things were more than a little intense at current.

However, as Jonah passed the kitchen, his attention was drawn there instead – towards the noise and the nervously shouting chef. He raised an eyebrow to see the furious flurry of activity in there when he poked his head in. It looked like his wife had cracked the whip. The thought made him chuckle as he proceeded by walking upstairs. It was frankly one of the things he had always loved about Vicky; she made others more effective, and God knew Jonah adored efficiency. She was a force to be reckoned with and Jonah valued the challenge; he always had.

The patriarch entered his office not long after, scratching his chin in thought as the door slid closed behind him. The office was attached to the conference room, which was actually more-considered part of the office, in which he would soon be hosting a meeting. Everyone would be there; Rizzo too. Jonah almost groaned out loud at the thought, but refrained. Although he was alone, Jonah made it his business to remain more or less cool and calm on the outside at all times. Why? Well, it was simple: it unnerved people. Jonah was either entirely calm to others, or he was a whirlwind of fury, but not a lot of people ever really lived to tell the tale those times.

The tall man walked briskly to his desk, unlocking one of the many drawers, and from there, Jonah drew out a pile of papers, which he took into the conference room. He placed them before his own seat at the end of the table, and as he turned, took in himself in the large end mirror. He had no idea why it was there, if he had to be honest; it served no purpose, but the architect had told him it would make the room seem bigger, or whatever. He hadn’t really cared. At the sight, though, Jonah realized a single thing – one his wife would kill him for: he had forgotten to put on his tie. He let out a gust of air from between his lips, exasperated. It wasn’t like he had a lot of time to play with here.

In the end though, not putting it on wasn’t worth the pointed looks Vicky would be sending him all evening, so he exited the conference room and directed his walk towards the master bedroom, mentally going over all of the things he, and Nate too, needed to do this evening. Talk to Kole, host a meeting, and talk to some air-head actress – wait, why were they doing that again? He pulled on his jacket, arranging it perfectly before making his way into the bedroom, but he stopped briefly when he heard Vicky mumbling something about the party and death. He walked a little closer and spotted her standing at the edge of her walk-in closet, her dress half open. Hadn’t he seen her fully dressed just before?

Jonah cleared his throat, chuckling a little when he walked closer and saw the look on her face and the stains on her dress. Obviously something had gone down. He gently wrapped his arms around her from behind and pulled her close before placing a kiss on her bared shoulder. Jonah breathed in his wife’s sweet scent murmuring in her ear, “need some help, darling?” while he let the breath back out. He missed being near her. Most of the time lately he’d spend all night in his office, often falling asleep leaning over the desk, so they hardly even spent nights together. And if he wasn’t in his home office, he was at the city office, meeting up with the city’s more night-active criminal socialite.

So to some extent, Jonah understood her suspicions when it came to his fidelity, but it bothered him that she refused to believe him, when he told her he was not cheating on her… and that she was instead inching closer to Rizzo. He would know if anything happened though. His spies were on her at all times when she was out of the house, and they switched, so it was never the same person twice in a row. They were professionals, and he trusted them not to screw up. He also trusted Vicky. He did. See, she wasn’t the one he was worried about.

Rizzo was.

He continuously put his hands on her, whispered in her ear, and ah, the way he looked at her. It was enough to set Jonah’s blood on fire, but he had yet to find a proper replacement for the man, so for now he kept quiet about his awareness regarding the other man’s interest in his boss’ wife. Besides, to Jonah’s knowledge, Rizzo had yet to make the final move. Good thing too, because he would be dead as soon as he did. No mere casino manager was irreplaceable in Jonah’s business.

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Victoria heard the doors shift and she inhaled sharply. The scent of her husband’s cologne made her very aware of who had come in behind her. She didn’t even bother to turn around. Instead she continued to try and stretch her arms over her shoulders, struggling with her zipper. Jonathon came right over to her, slipping his arms around her waist, kissing her left shoulder where the dress sleeve had been pushed away in her haste. The subtle scratch of his stubble made her gasp, and she leaned back into him. Where his hands touched her felt became heated. Her entire body reacted to him little differently than when she had been fifteen and first met him. It was electric as he drew his nose along the hollow of her neck.

“Need some help, darling?” he whispered, sighing as he did so. The hum of his voice tickled her and she tensed and leaned her head towards his. “Yes,” she admitted, her hands dropping to remain over his. Victoria interlaced her fingers with his, looking at the sight of their wedding rings so close, how they still matched and how despite the many years they had been married and his desires to buy her something more elaborate, they were still simple white gold bands. She swayed against him from a moment, savoring his proximity. She knew that Jonathon was likely thinking the same thing. “I need more of this,” she whispered, a raw quality coming over her voice. It was so unlike the authoritative tone she had taken with the staff or even the motherly chiding she had directed towards Dylan just moments before. She was exposed and letting him see that side of her. Only with Jonathon could she be so comfortable as she was.

Then again there was Tony. She would be lying if she said she wasn’t thinking about the casino manager. Just last night when the news of the impending raid had reached them from Kole he had been with her, talking with her over a glass of wine and white chocolate covered strawberries. She swallowed at the memory of that, of their conversation running up to when she had returned home. His touch on her hand was so smooth, unlike Jonathon’s calloused hands. Hard hands. Hands she loved. She always wanted Jonathon to touch her, to be with her, to whisper sweet nothings in her ear but he so rarely did now. Then to who? And what was she to do? She craved him and when she didn’t have him Tony had been there. And he would be there tonight, the idea making her excited and yet concerned.

“A cater waiter decided to drop a tray of champagne in front of me,” she frowned, explaining the remnants of glass on her dress and of course the reason that it was dripping wet. Her hands were beginning to grow sticky and she smirked, chuckling to herself as she pulled her hands from his only to urge him to hold her tighter.

“I would be happy if the two of us just stayed up here,” Victoria commented, turning in his arms to face him. She leaned in and kissed him gently on the lips, allowing herself to linger less than an inch away from his face. “I really don’t feel like dealing with people today,” she added, knowing he would get that comment too. She was after all, far happier amongst few people than in a crowd. “I trust that I won’t be alone this evening, that I can have hours by your side, even in the meeting and the auction and the dinner?” she asked him, tilting her head to the side, hoping he wouldn’t bar her from the meeting. It was her business after all and she did have things to report. “I don’t want Kole addressing the entire meeting. I feel like there are pythons in the grass,” she commented, referring to the knowledge that there were police moles in their midst – they just didn’t know who. Her motherly concerns were evident in the way she finished her sentence, her smile faltering until she wrapped her arms around him, clasping them behind his back and feeling him. Wanting him. Only once again neither of them had no time for that.

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Anthony Rizzo







If asked what he thought about managing one of Manhattan's most successful casinos, Anthony Rizzo would reply positively in most cases. As long as he kept things running and made sure there was a profit rolling in, he didn't have much to worry about. He could play his fill of casino games until dawn, he could brush elbows with the city's elite, and he could try to pretend, for just a brief moment that he owned the casino. Of course, it wasn't true. He'd faced that fact years ago when Jonathon had threatened him and his father. What else was a man to do in such a situation? So, though many men would have killed for a position like Tony's, there were some things he couldn't stand about it. Namely, the lack of respect he got from the patriarch...and the fact that he never seemed to wake up on time for anything.


The manager's eyes shot open sometime after noon, blinking rapidly to adjust to the sudden change in light. He laid there spread-eagle for a few heartbeats to regain his senses. In a few seconds, he had deducted he was in his bedroom, sprawled out on the bed for God knew what reason. Still contemplating this, he slowly sat up and winced as a sharp, throbbing pain shot through his skull. Tony winced, drawing his knees toward his chest as he let out a soft gasp of surprise. He couldn't stand headaches of any kind, not that most people did enjoy them. On the other hand, he should have been used to them by now with the amount of time he spent either at the casino or in a bar, drinking away one sorrow after the other. Anthony yawned and, for a second, his head felt a bit better, only for it to pound again when he released his breath.


"Damn it..." he growled, swinging his bare legs off of the bed before slowly standing up and stretching his arms over his head. By then, his deep, brown eyes had finally adjusted to the dim lighting of his bedroom and he gazed upon the clock. Tony's stomach seemed to do a quick somersault as he read the numbers 7:10 on the digital screen. His mouth gaped open slightly in surprise and then he clamped it shut and let out a loud groan of annoyance.


"Shit, shit, shit..." he muttered, running a hand through his messy hair. He had definately set an alarm for at least one o'clock in the afternoon. He could have sworn he did! Normally, he would have spent a few moments trying to argue with Nature over the fact that he did indeed set his alarm, but he knew there was no point in crying over spilt milk; he had less than an hour to get ready to go to the Genovese's. Oh, Jonah was going to be pissed...and he didn't even want to think about Victoria's response. He hurried toward the bathroom, his bare feet hitting the cold tile and causing a few shutters to run through his body. Tony grappled with the stubborn medicine cabinet before it flung open and he was able to grab a bottle of Asprin, which he opened up and poured out into the cap, taking a few in his hand and swallowing them without a care. In all honesty, he thought, what is the point of measuring out the "suggested amount"? A few more can't hurt a person. Removing his boxers, which were the only article of clothing he wore, Tony stepped into his shower and turned on the water, lowering it to nearly freezing temperatures in hopes of waking himself up.





Panting softly still from racing around his home to get ready, Anthony finally brought his car to a halt and grabbed his phone, which he shoved into his pocket. He hurried up to the door and then rolled his eyes upon seeing the security guards. It appeared Jonah had hired a few more tough men to hide behind. He scoffed ever so slightly and shoved his hands into the navy blue pockets of his dress pants, clutching his phone tightly in his hand.

"Name, please?" asked one of the bouncers, looking up at Tony and raising an eyebrow slightly as if to prompt a response.

"Anthony Rizzo," he replied matter of factly, pressing his tongue against the inside of his cheek as he looked up at the much taller and more muscular man. By then, there was literally no one else outside, they had all entered a while ago. He was probably the last one to arrive which bugged him slightly. Then again, he anticipated, in a bizarre way, Jonah's reaction to his tardiness.

"Go in, sir," the security guard said gruffly, moving aside to let Anthony in who gave an obviously forced and bitterly-sweet smile at the guard. He was surprised they still had to make sure he really was being truthful; after all, he was at the Genovese household quite often, compared to most of the guests attending. As he looked around, his brown eyes took in the surroundings and he yearned to just skip this meeting Jonah was calling and simply grab a glass of champagne and wander around, admiring the artwork and maybe even purchasing some for his home. But, he had business to attend to and started toward Jonathon's study, following a familar path. Along the way, he encountered a servant carrying a tray of champagne as he walked by. Well, his boss wouldn't mind if he had a quick drink, right? Tony's hand slid out of his pocket as he grabbed a thin flute and held it against his lips briefly, sipping some of the light gold liquid.

Outside of the study now, he removed his other hand from his pocket and pounded his knuckles against the door before stepping back to allow the door to open. Suddenly, his earlier expression of serenity disappeared and he found himself wondering if Jonah actually would be mad. That wouldn't be good, in that case. He'd seen enough of "angry Jonah" to know he never wanted to see it again. Though he hated the man with a burning passion, he also feared the patriarch and loved to steer clear of him. He found it just a bit hard to steer clear of the man who was hiring him, though. Besides, one had to give some to get some. So, he waited and rocked back and forth on his heels, afraid he'd be yelled at for just entering without being allowed to.

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Brown eyes glanced around to take in the scenery. The mansion was clean and kept, clearly having a lot of work put into keeping it that way. There were various people walking around. Some talking, some admiring the house, and some were just there. Revy was one of the people who were just there, standing to the side, her eyebrows forming a frown as she tried to find a stronger drink she could drink. Before coming in she had already smoked three cigarettes yet her nerves were still on edge. She wasn't the type for that kind of elegant environment. No, Revy was far from elegant. It didn't help that there was so much security. Revy already knew that her client was the one who contracted them but she still didn't trust them. The thing that had annoyed her the most through the night was that they had listed her with her real name and after a few times of angry snaps that Rendetti was here, she had to grumble her real name to the obnoxious bodyguard.

She wanted to get the meeting over already. Honestly, she didn't even see the point in them. There were a lot of things that happened recently that had made things... tense, in a perfect sense, so the up tightness didn't surprise her. Yet she wasn't the type for gatherings like these. Revy would rather just have one of the mafia's lowly men transfer the request and she would have it done in a matter of days. It was a short transaction that way and Revy wouldn't have to be around people she wasn't comfortable with, much less talk to them. Her eyes looked around, studying faces carefully while keeping her guard up. It was a habit of hers to be so paranoid, thinking there was an enemy around her at all times. Most people would call her crazy but she settles it with she would rather be prepared than caught off guard. It had worked various times as well. Any thing that made the sensitive alarms in her head go off was always enough to take action. These actions usually resulted in keeping the undercover pigs and those who weren't loyal away from her and her business.

Revy began muttering in Spanish under her breath as she made her way through the Genovese mansion. Her words consisted of various curses and a mild rant of how she could be at home sleeping at the moment. The authorities had been on her tail a lot recently, always monitoring at least some of her men and keeping check of their movements. Luckily for them, Revy and various people in her business caught on really quickly and easily avoided their eyes and ears. It was the fact that they had to keep rerouting or changing their schedule that upset the woman. She preferred her process to go as quick as possible, with not complications or problems through out it. Yet all the trouble had caused her more of her time, which meant less sleep and time for herself.

Drinking her second glass of champagne, Revy let out a frustrated sigh. She really did wish that there was something stronger to drink. Her heels clicked against the floor as she made her way to a servant. She really hated dressing up with a passion. Setting the empty glass on the tray and getting a replacement, she forced herself to speak a language other than her native.

"Go see if you can get me something stronger to drink, will you?"

It came out more as a demand than a question.

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Theodore Kinlan. The name was clear and boldly printed on the face of his fake ID. The driver’s license from New Hampshire had an outdated photo of him on it, his hair shorter and better kept. He looked happy, smiling to the point that the photographer had allowed him to. It felt like he was looking at a stranger. When he dropped the ID onto the glass top of his desk, the former Genovese techie looked up into a mirror hung on the wall opposite him. His cheeks were sallow and his complexion pale. His eyes were dark, evidence of his recent bout of insomnia. His lips were cracked and his hair was longer. He swallowed then, sighing and turning to his computers, the dual set of monitors up and running. His phone remained face up in front of him, next to the old ID. He knew that Jessica had decided to go undercover into the mansion, something he had been particularly against. She had been to see him the day before, pleased that he was walking unassisted. His physiotherapist had cleared him. He was finally healthy. He could breath without an inhaler. When he had washed up on shore he had had water in his lungs. Three of his ribs were broken, as was his right elbow and left ankle. He had stress fractures in his shins and in two vertebrae. His neck had been torqued and he’d had a severe concussion. How he was alive he didn’t know. No sooner were all the screws in his broken joints and everything else set had he lapse into a violent case of pneumonia. He had been hidden far away from the city all together since the day he had been found. The CIA had in fact been the one to air lift him out. There was no documentation within the FBI that he was alive. Whenever he contacted Jessica his messages self destructed and re-routed themselves endlessly. He was off the map so far as any of them were concerned.

Tonight was the first night that he was back at it. He plied at his keyboard for a moment before setting into hacking, his fingers rushing through the keystrokes at a rapid fire pace. A minute later and he was within the Genovese’s internet provider’s servers. He routed his connection through to the mansion, finding himself at a brutal fire wall within their security channels. He needed eyes within the mansion. He needed to be able to warn Jessica if someone appeared to recognize her or follow her. He checked his phone again then. Quickly then he started again, initiating a program to hack through the firewall. It started and rolls of code automatically scrolled through the window before disappearing and suddenly he was in.

Leaning forward, Theo initiated every camera he had access to. Phones went live, and with two strokes he disabled any sensor light that would show a user their own technology was being used against him. Any phone or laptop using the house’s man network became a camera for him and thirty windows popped up. He transferred them to a second screen, glancing over them before maximizing one in particular. Dylan’s bedroom.

Theo sighed, moving his hand to the mouse while his left tapped in a control algorithm, allowing him to shift the camera mounted on top of Dylan’s monitor. As he peered down he saw the robot that the youth had been working on for months. It was nearly complete, the primary circuit board exposed to his line of sight.

For a moment he paused, looking down at his phone again. Minimizing the window he scanned the others, frowning when he saw no sign of Jessica through any of the possible camera options.

He pulled up his email then, knowing she had her phone with her.

“Gone to eat?” he tapped in, sending it immediately after knowing that the program would cover his tracks. Jessica would know that he wasn't actually asking her about food, but where she was. Then he opened a second window and hesitantly he tapped in Dylan’s email.

“Message from a friend,” he typed first. He knew that the youngest Genovese would likely try to find the source of the email, or worse put someone else knowledgeable about IP address tracking on the task. “Secret,” he added then before concluding, “double check your primary power source on bot. Tell me what you find.”

It was a trust exercise. Nothing dramatic but it was about something Dylan cared about.

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“So help me God,” Victoria prayed silently, watching Sienna touch her arm gingerly to reassure her. Contact had never been a way of doing that. Still, she didn’t shrug away from the woman, knowing she meant well enough. Breathing deeply, Victoria prepared to step forward into the cordoned off dining area to walk through all of the installations before they opened the room up for browsing. Then Sienna’s phone rang and whatever semblance of a smile she held disappeared in an instant. Her eyes glared at the mobile device while Sienna took out an iPhone from her clutch.

“I'm sorry,” she apologized. “I just need to check this, might be something to do with the pieces up for Auction.” Victoria clenched her jaw, forcing herself to sigh again to try and feel less high strung. Could they not have one thing, just one bloody thing, go right this evening? she thought in frustration. She pulled away from Sienna, watching the brunette scroll through a text but not stepping forward to read it herself. She trusted it was related to the evening. If it wasn’t…she didn’t even want to think bout what she would do.

“We have a solution for your Statue problem,” Sienna announced. “The problem I don’t even know about?” Victoria asked, having only heard that a statue seemed to be missing it’s male appendage.

“Mrs. Stanford, who had the accident with Eric Winter's Statue. Well her daughter has offered to purchase it out of Auction. A gesture of good will have you. She's offered to buy it for one hundred thousand dollars. In my opinion Victoria, I think you should accept because honestly although it's the only piece by the Artist here tonight, Eric Winter's work is not what people want any longer. And you probably won't get nowhere as near as much as Mrs Stanford's daughter is offering. You'll be luck to get sixty thousand for it and seeing as it is for charity it would make sense for you to get the best asking price for it, especially now that it's damaged,” Sienna elaborated.

The explanation made the family matriarch purse her lips. She put her left hand on her hip while her right hand moved to pinch the bridge of her nose. She didn’t need to know about this. It seemed like some idiotic detail the party planner could have handled. Hell, Sienna could have left and dealt with it. It was clear that they would get the money from it. That was what mattered. So long as it was out of the room she would be happy. The mocking wouldn’t ensue that she had somehow damaged a one of a kind piece, that her staff were stealing it or whatever the hell else high end socialites wanted to say about her. Sienna took her silence gravely and the brunette prattled on about additional options. Victoria closed her eyes, feeling punished that she had this woman in front of her, forcing her to deal with something so…mundane.

“Of course, the decision is completely up to you,” Sienna concluded, waiting for a moment. Victoria tapped her foot, hearing the rhythm and feeling more present. She dropped her hand and looked at the MET director, her former friend, exasperated at that moment. “Just make her pay for it and take it and get it out. Now. Please. Before anyone sees it. And get rid of Heidi.”

It was at that moment that the two of them were joined by a third. Victoria turned to see a friendly face – Lydia Arden. The family’s doctor and her close friend since arriving in New York smiled.

“Victoria,” Lydia greeted. Victoria smiled weakly at her firned, turning from Sienna and accepting the doctor’s European style kiss on the cheek for a greeting. She had never understood it and she hugged her friend instead. “Thank God, a friend without a problem for me to deal with,” she whispered to Lydia, smiling and huffing out a breath. The tension fled from her shoulders.

“I apologise for interrupting,” Lydia added. “We just finished dealing with a crisis. No harm done,” Victoria shrugged.

“Sienna,” Lydia nodded towards the brunette. They were all familiar with one another, though Victoria was sure that the doctor was just as surprised to see the brunette as much as she was.

“Sienna love, I will leave you to do what needs to be done. No time for a walk through. I trust you to handle any other…issues if they arise. It’s better if I don’t know about these things unless it’s dire,” Victoria said gently, ushering her friend to remedying the statue incident as nicely as she could. “I don’t want to snap on you. I don’t want any of us to snap. You and the MET have done such a lovely job so far.”

For a moment she paused, sipping her champagne. “Do you want me to tell Nathaniel that you’re here?” she added.




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Engrossed in his explanation, Kole did not register Jonathon’s reaction until he finished his words. The informant looked up at his adoptive father wearily. He froze the moment Jonah rose to stand, walking around the monolithic desk. Kole stared at the intricate designs carved into the dark wood, his hands twisting in his lap now, his elbows balanced on his knees while he hunched forward. When Jonah approached him then he hastily moved to stand. He lacked the fluidity of the crime boss, fumbling with his jacket before looking up at Jonathon fully. He looked only at him for an instant before averting his gaze to the side. Looking behind him then, Kole noted that even Nathanial was now standing.

Jonathon extended a hand to his shoulder, a move reassuring to many but to Kole it felt like an added weight to his mind. Jonah’s hand was powerful, gripping him and commanding attention. The informant looked at his adoptive father then, fighting to stare into his cold eyes. He couldn’t help but wonder how the man was so ruthless. Kole knew that he would never go back on what he did, that it had been right. It was all justified in his mind only his entire body seemed repulsed by what he had done. His logic was sound. He had acted the way he had to. Moreover he had wanted to do it. It was right to save them, to protect his family and himself. Yet he felt conflicted. It reminded him of a passage in Harry Potter, describing how death shattered the soul. He had never believed in such things until now, when some part of him that he couldn’t describe was in agony.

“You did well, Kole. You managed this situation where many men would’ve panicked, and you have nothing to feel guilty about; he would have taken you down without a second thought. I know this must be difficult for you, and I understand that you feel the way you do, but he’s not worth it. Think of what would have happened had you not done what you did. Any one of us would have done the same thing,” Jonathon commended him. “I know I shouldn’t feel guilty. I know that I did the right thing. I wouldn’t go back on it. But it’s just there in my head. It never leaves me, just like he never leaves me,” Kole replied, swallowing and narrowing his eyes. He was beginning to feel wrong for feeling guilty.

“Your father was not your fault, Kole. There was nothing you could’ve done to help him, and you need to know that,” Jonah countered. “I know that. I hate him. But he’s the only other dead body that I’ve seen die.”

Death was such a funny thing to watch.

"Any idea where the fuck Tony is?" Nate suddenly asked, his language bitter and breaking the tension. Kole stepped back and ran a hand through his hair again, sighing and looking up at the ceiling of the ornate office before sliding back the cuff of his suit jacket to check his watch – a black granite Fossil and gift from Jonathon himself. “I have to be out there now,” Kole noted. “If I’m not Mom will hang me.” The way he spoke about Victoria was gentle and amused. She had only ever briefly been Mrs. Genovese or Victoria to him. She had pushed him to call her Mom as his birth mother had never been that close to him. Initially she had commented that he could call her Mama, her southern accent breaking through. That had been too much and he’d instead referred to her as Mom. “We can talk more tonight? They expect me to stay over,” he asked, referring to his unit and assorted personnel permission for him to stay the night. “They’ll want something, even if it’s small,” he added, knowing that with his position so tenuous he would need to bring some bit of information that the agency could act on. They were hungry to hit the business hard with the failed raid.

“If you want anyone to run into unexpected trouble with the law, you know what to tell me. Also, there’s a new agent within the unit. He’s a nasty one Jonah. You’ll want to read up on him. Lucas Hitch.”

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“I know that. I hate him. But he’s the only other dead body that I’ve seen die.” Kole said, and Jonah sighed, at a loss as his hand fell from his son’s shoulder. He had nothing more to say. This was something Kole needed to sort through and deal with alone, because no one could help him. The patriarch only hoped his adoptive son was up for it… hoped so very badly that he’d pull through. That he was strong enough, or rather… cold enough. The ability to kill was not what defined strength in a man to Jonah, although many be think so of him. What defined strength was being able to pull through in spite of all odds being against you. Strength was balancing the dark sides of life and still finding room to let in the light. If you could do that, you were among the strongest of men… or women for that matter.

“I know,” Jonah finally noted quietly, letting his mask of coldness fade for brief moments with his son as he then continued, “Just promise me you will face this, Kole. Do not shut it out; do not try to ignore it. It will only come back and tear you apart later.” With that, Jonah sent the briefest of looks in Nate’s direction, but it was so quick there was no way to tell whether that was what he’d actually done, as he looked back at his son. Before the crime boss had a chance to say anymore, Nate’s voice rang out, and Jonah couldn’t stop himself from smiling wryly at the tone. The two of them shared a very distinct dislike for the casino manager, but he made money. Lots of money, and Jonah was not going to throw away a good investment unless he had very good cause to. Then his mask was back up suddenly.

In response to Nate’s words, Jonah checked his phone, frowning at the time. Was it really eight already? And Tony had yet to arrive? He glanced up at his second in command, placing the phone back in his pocket, almost too calmly. “Not here yet, as usual,” he said coolly. Rendetti, Mr. Mick Carter, and Miss Kalista Ross seemed to be the only ones who still had the ability to arrive on time. He and Nate would have to have a little… talk… with the rest of his associates. Jonah paused, his gaze landing on Kole once more when he began speaking, noting that he had to go… and that he needed something to take back to the unit. He listened quietly to all of it, nodding once when he had finished speaking.

Before he could reply, however, knocking sounded, and he took out his phone briefly, wanting to see if it was Tony like he’d requested, or not. Sure enough, the money maker had decided to show. Well, he would be let it whenever it damn well pleased the boss. And so, Jonah ignored him for now, putting his phone away and replying to his son. “I’ll be sure to look into it. Both the information and the hitch.” Jonah picked up the thank-you envelope from his desk and handed it to his son, more or less putting it into his hand for him. “Put it in the guest room’s safe for the evening, just in case.” He ordered casually. “And take the alternative way out.” Jonah had other ways to get out of his office than through the library. One of them was through the conference room, which led to a smaller hallway, which led to his and Vicky’s bedroom.

It wasn’t something he would usually allow, but he didn’t need Tony to get any interesting ideas about Kole, even if the cops did think he was spying on the Genovese for him. No reason to tempt fate. So he put the papers Kole had give him away and then opened the door for Kole, not bothering to see him through it before he moved towards the other door, noting behind him, “Nate, make sure he gets out of here, then make sure to keep Rizzo here while I speak with my dear wife. He’s at the door.” Then Jonah was out of the office, in the sitting room, and then in the library, to which he opened the door, facing Tony with a deadly cold look in his eyes.

“You’re late,” he merely stated, his tone dangerously calm. “I trust you will not be so next time I give you direct orders.” Then he opened the door wider. “Get inside.” Jonathon was clearly not pleased, and Rizzo would feel that soon enough. After the meeting, he would deal with those who had decided to be late. He gave the guy a coldly calculating look before he made his way downstairs, quick to distinguish his wife’s voice. Wait, had she just said Sienna? He would have frowned if he had been a male more expressive. Instead, Jonathon’s eyes merely hardened and he sped up, not even pausing to greet the people who were eagerly trying to talk to him. He didn’t stop until he was beside his wife, facing the other two ladies. Indeed. Sienna Rose. And Nate didn’t know she was there? Good.

Jonah cleared his throat to make his presence known, inclining his head quietly in Doctor Arden’s direction. A show of respect and a greeting all in one, but for her benefit, he added, “good evening, Doctor.” Then his gaze fell on Sienna, beyond ice cold, but he said nothing to her, instead he leaned in to whisper in his wife’s ear. “I will be starting the meeting in a couple of minutes. Make sure everyone’s busy, hm?” Then he straightened entirely, eyes once more on Sienna, anger seething in him. “Ah, and dear, would you please get this… woman… out of my house before I do it myself? Do not tell him anything.” He noted, taking one dangerously threatening step towards Sienna, his eyes almost murderous.

Then he leaned in to whisper, his voice menacing, but low enough to only be heard by her. “You practically tore out my best friend’s heart when you left him, you little bitch. You have a lot of nerve showing your face in my house. Get the fuck out before you leave here in a less than pretty state.” Before she could even reply, Jonah was off, not caring one bit why she was there or what purpose she served. All he cared about was keeping her away from Nate. The man was cracking enough as it was; he didn’t need this little lady to come screw any more with his head. In fact, Jonah was going to make sure she got the hell out of Manhattan as soon as possible. She had caused Nate enough pain, and Jonah honestly didn’t take too kindly to that.

As he walked back up the stairs, heading back to his office, Jonah sent out the text to all of his associates, minus Tony. They would all know who the text was from, but it was completely untraceable.

To: All business associates

”Library. Now. Slip out unnoticed.”

From: Sender Unknown

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“Nate, make sure he gets out of here, then make sure to keep Rizzo here while I speak with my dear wife. He’s at the door.”

Hagen said not a word, none was needed. With a slight nod he ushered Kole out of the room. Once Kole was safely on his way Nathan made his way back to the library. It was there he found Anthony Rizzo, manager of one of the East Coast’s largest casino chains and one of Jonah's top money makers. Nathan's eyes hardened as they fell upon Rizzo. Always so smooth, so calm and playing it so cool it made Nate's stomach churn. That predatory gaze Rizzo adopted anytime there was a woman in the room. The lack of respect he had for Jonah and the friendship he was building with Victoria made Nate's blood burn. There wasn't a day that went by sometimes that Nate didn't think about strangling him.

Nathan stepped further into the room, his steps slow and steady like the footsteps of an executioner. He did not address Tony, he did not greet the man he hated. He merely walked past him as if he was stepping around a mess a dog might leave behind. Nate stopped at the small bar near the window and fixed himself a stiff drink. The ice cubes clinked ever so slightly in the glass of whiskey. Nate took a long drink, savoring the warming sensation as the alcohol ran down his throat. He slowly turned around and stared daggers into the back of Tony's head as his mind drifted off to a dark and bloody place where images of all the countless ways Hagen could kill Rizzo resided. Enjoying the visions Nate made his way back around the sofa Rizzo was currently lounging in to stand by the small coffee table as he looked down on Rizzo with a low boiling disgusted anger.

"Feel free to run late on Jonah's next meeting Tony. I'd love the chance to show you what your guts look like."

Not but a few seconds later Nate's phone went off with a text from a blocked number, indicative of a business message from Jonah.

To: All business associates

”Library. Now. Slip out unnoticed.”

From: Sender Unknown


Nathan's jaw tensed slightly in anticipation of the meeting and slid the Iphone back into his suit jacket pocket all the while keeping a watchful eye on Rizzo should he decide to wander around the estate.

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Jonah remained only to let Victoria speak, his gaze on the finger she was poking at him with. Once she was done menstruating, Jonah calmly but firmly took her wrist and removed her hand from his chest, before he, just as calmly, but with a cold gaze still, said “Victoria, do not start a scene.” His eyes flared up at that, a sliver of fire, his temper showing her to stop now else regret it. He really did not feel like dealing with her theatrics tonight. He would not tolerate her taking this route; he would have no social suicide tonight, and that was what the two of them arguing in the middle of this event, would be. “And I had every right. I don’t give a fuck who she is; don’t you dare go against me on this,” he said more quietly, for her ears only. Then he curtly gave her a nod and was off.

As he texted and walked, Jonah thought things over. Mostly him and Vicky. They had been slipping more and more apart lately, and where her defiance usually turned him on, it now irritated him instead. He didn’t know why, and he hated having to do this to his wife. He hated the fact that he wasn’t himself at the moment, and his intense focus on the business was pulling him away from his children too. Once in the private, quiet corridors upstairs, Jonah sighed, rubbing his neck. He loved Victoria; would do anything for her, but he would not draw her deeper into the business right now. He didn’t like the thought of her exposed and taking an obvious part in the business right now, because if he went down… then she would go down with him. And where would that leave their children?

Where would that leave his youngest son, who although bright, was far from ready to be by himself in the real world? What would happen to Charlee, who was already so very lost, Jonah had no idea how to help her? Ever since her pregnancy, Jonah had had people tracing her every move, so he knew more about her activities than a father would ever like to. He just wasn’t sure whether to tell Vicky or not. He’d told her about the abortion once it was done, but he had told her not to mention it to their daughter. Charlee had been plenty freaked as it was.

And then they had Lincoln. Their oldest kid, who although dyslexic was able to fight his way through college; how would he fare? Probably better than the others, but Linc would drop out of college. Jonah didn’t doubt that. His son was a fighter and he would devote all of his time to trying to help his siblings, while also wanting to keep some sliver of the business going. Jonah shook his head thinking about it. No. He couldn’t have Victoria anywhere near the line of fire anymore. The threat was too great. He knew she hated him for reducing her to what she called a trophy wife, but what else was he to do? Jonathon Genovese was out of options, and everything seemed to be falling apart at the seams.

He would simply have to take the time to explain all of his thought to his wife. The real problem here was their lack of communication. He barely had time to sit down and talk to her, but he was going to tonight. He didn’t care what needed his attention, or who was in trouble Tonight Jonah was going to be a husband to his wife, and he was going to make this deal with Sienna up to her. He didn’t yet know how, but he’d figure something out. Currently it was most important to at least explain everything to her, because obviously she was frustrated with his choices. He didn’t blame her – he really didn’t. He just wished she could understand him.

When the crime boss finally entered the library once more, his gaze landed on Tony, having strayed to Nate only briefly. “You know what’s quite amusing?” Jonah said calmly, his eyes inexpressive, but somehow cold regardless. “The fact that although you know how much I despise tardiness, you amazingly still manage to pull one every time. One more time, Rizzo, and you’re out.” Everyone knew that when Jonathon fired someone he took everything. So to Rizzo, that would mean losing every last cent he had earned while working for Jonah, which would, in essence, leave him broke as fuck. With that comment, Jonah looked up to see his other associates entering the library.

He regarded them with an inexpressive mien, a single nod being their welcome. Then he jumped right to it. “Follow me,” he said, his voice calm as he led his associates through his office and into the room behind it: the conference room. The long table had plenty of space for all of them, and Jonah seated himself at the end, letting Nate take his place on his right; his at all times. Once everyone was seated, Jonah’s calm gaze seemed to gaze into the soul of every person present as it roamed the room. Only after this, did the man in charge speak. “I realize many of you have questions, and I assume most of you are rather nervous regarding this raid the other day. This is exactly the reasons I have called this meeting. The authorities are on our tails, and they seem to be closing in. I will deal with that.” Somehow, he thought to himself.

Then he finally leaned forward and began the actual meeting. He took all questions, answered them, reassuring his associates. He kept everything tight, but in the end they would all feel like everything was solved and all their doubts had been assuaged, when in reality, all Jonah had did was play with the words a little. He had to, because his job was not to tell them the truth; his job was to keep them in line and to make sure there was no panic. His job, in essence, was to keep them working steadily, feeling safe as meat in a house of vegetarians.

Once the meeting finished, Jonah dismissed them all, but remained seated himself, knowing he had to tell Nate about Sienna. He hated that he had to; hated that the bitch was back in the first place, because odds were she would only mess his best friend up further. But then, he would rather Nathaniel found out from him than from some magazine of blubbering socialite who had “seen it all”. He sighed as the last one closed the door behind him, leaving Nathan and Jonah alone. Then he put his gaze on the man he loved as a brother. For what seemed like the first time in days, Jonah let the crime boss go entirely, his face of cold indifference, turning to that of a friend. A true friend. The man Jonah was at heart.

“Nate, I need to tell you something,” he began, “and when I do, I want you to remain calm. No rushing out on me or the party. I need you here tonight, okay? Too many people for me to feel comfortable having my kids here without you.” He looked at Nate seriously. His best friend knew better than anyone the toll the previous kidnapping of his children had taken on Jonah, and how paranoid it had made him. Jonah might be in possession of security by the dozen at this event, but he trusted no one more than Nate when it came to keeping his children safe. If Nate ran off like Jonah feared he would, then the crime boss would probably have a nervous breakdown of some sort. He also really didn’t want Nate around Sienna. But that was his own choice; his own life. All Jonah could do was… remove Sienna. Which he would. Soon. Quietly.

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Victoria didn’t know what to think of the receiving line. There was a steady flow of people approaching her after the auction, congratulating her, thanking her, commenting her. It felt so fake. Kole was quick to excuse himself from the room and Victoria couldn’t help but watch him leave with a longing desire to sit down and talk to him. Her son seemed troubled and pained. She knew his speech was out of character. She had seem him sweat and grow almost panicked before giving his speech. Victoria knew that it wasn’t nerves. The only person who could illicit such a reaction from him was Jonathon and her husband had been absent from the room. Something was going on with him and she didn’t like it. She hadn’t seen him in weeks and now she was left watching him leave clearly troubled.

The red head watched the crowds for her other children. She had seen Charlee, wearing a dress that was borderline inappropriate, acting exuberantly and grinning like a Cheshire cat at times. Victoria wondered why her daughter didn’t look more sullen, a sad thing to admit. But she knew what she had gone through only months ago, what Lydia had done for her. My daughter had an abortion. That thought made her cough mid sentence as she struggled to focus on an elderly couple in front of her, wondering who they could contact within the MET to establish donations for their own gallery. “The curator’s information is on a card set by the main tablesin the front entrance and in the party favor bags as well. Contact Dr. Sienna Rose through her assistant Heidi and they’ll be able to tell you what they can do for you,” she smiled weakly. The couple thanked her and as they slid away she seemed finally freed from company. Exhaling deeply, Victoria stepped out of the auction room. She was greeted by fresher air and the offer by her lead chef of a glass of Gingerale and pear flavored Greygoose. Nodding, she accepted the drink, and felt dazed through his run through of the dinner options and how it had gone over with the guests. He wanted to take her to eat right then but she refused. “I need to visit the ladies room first,” she smiled and with that he nodded and asked that she only see him later as he wanted to ensure that everything was up to her standard.

Freed from company once more, the family matriarch left for the bathroom closer to Jonathon’s study. She felt a strong longing for her husband. Victoria felt that she needed to see him. The seething feelings remained but her concerns for their family’s well being were beginning to overwhelm her. Dylan is so withdrawn. Lincoln is never here. My own daughter thinks I would be ashamed to know she ran into trouble and needed help. Kole is avoiding me. Why can’t my own children seek me out?

Victoria felt her grip slipping on her ability to maintain control. She breathed heavily, feeling the onslaught of frustrated tears coming. She brought a hand to her forehead to shield herself for the last few steps before she could get to the bathroom. As Victoria moved inside, she immediately moved to lock the door, only to find it pushed back against her shoulder. She hiccupped and pushed back harder, not even willing to be kind to whoever wanted it. The move proved futile when she looked up and caught a glimpse of the face of the man trying to enter.

Anthony.

Victoria didn’t know why but she stepped back, letting her husband’s business partner step in behind her and lock the door. She shrank back towards the wall and felt her lips tremble. The smell of Tony engulfed her. He didn’t hesitate when he stepped towards her. Victoria hit the wall but he still caught her, throwing his arms around her while she crumbled, balling her hands into fists and crying.

Victoria had only cried in front of Jonathon and with every birth of her child. It was not a natural inclination for her to break down as she did then. The man who held her was convenient. Tony knew of her every frustration. She heard him try to calm her, his voice subtle and touched with an accent. For thirty seconds she allowed herself to cry. Until he threaded his hands through her hair. Victoria couldn’t control herself then. She was a puppet in his hands. In her misery and confused thoughts, Tony pulled her head back and kissed her.

Revulsion struck her hard then. She had considered it, dreamed of it, but in that moment every fiber of her being knew that it was wrong. Instinct kicked in. She pulled away but he pulled her back to him. She began to fight him. She punched him and lifted a knee to his groin then forcing him to buckle and back away. “What the...?” he gasped, wincing and landing to sit on the toilet as Victoria stared at the man, horrified. “Victoria!” he called at her, looking betrayed. She tensed and shook her head and stormed the door, throwing open the lock and the door. “Victoria wait!” he shouted after her. She didn’t hear him. She moved on a war path through the house, a hand covering her mouth. Ignoring every person who saw her pass by disheveled, every question of concern, she headed straight for Jonathon’s office. She didn’t care if he was still meeting with people. When she stood in the doorway she looked in on Jonah and Nate, appearing to be in serious conversation. She looked at her husband then, her eyes glistening, her hair tangled and bunched where Tony had knotted his fingers through it. She stifled a cry, trying to cover it with her hand, trying to stop it, not knowing what to do or say.

“I don’t know what happened,” Victoria sputtered. Her free hand moved to her stomach, clenching it like she had been stabbed. “One moment I was crying, and the next he was there and he was forcing a kiss…” She knew she didn’t need to explain who it was. As she leaned into the wall to prevent herself from falling, she shook, feeling violated from the touch of his lips against hers. I belong to only one man. I may fight with him. I may say I hate him but I love him. I am his. I always have been and always will be.

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Jonah was silent, his body straight and tense due to the anger rolling through him in violent waves. Because now that he stopped to think about it, Victoria was not without blame in this. Anthony Rizzo had not kissed a seemingly disinterested woman. Jonah knew his wife, and though he had not wanted to admit it to himself, he had not been blind. He had seen the looks exchanged, and the heat… the want… it had not been one-sided. He kept his strong, capable arms around her, tightening them possessively as his trail of thought continued. She had led him on. She had wanted him to kiss her. Jonathon could no longer deny that. Rizzo might be a scum and a sleazebag, but he did not touch a woman unless she had given him reason beyond doubt to think that she wanted him to.

As she informed him she had punched him when he refused to back off, Jonah only nodded stiffly before his hard, angry voice sounded in a single word: “Good.” There was no doubt to anyone who knew Jonathon that Rizzo would not survive the night. He could not care less about money or the business in this moment. Victoria may have led Rizzo on, but by the lord, she was still wearing the wedding ring he had put on her those many years ago. She was his. No man could say otherwise. He had made his claim back then and it was unmistakable. He was practically bristling with anger, and admittedly, part of it was now directed at Victoria. He could not keep all trace of blame off of her. He simply could not. Jonah was too much of a realist.

However, in spite of this, he held her firmly, yet gently against him, listening as she explained, babbling about the conversation the other night, making excuses, explaining herself, telling him that she had rebuked the guy for his words previously… almost as if she was trying to prove herself and her devotion to him in spite of what had happened. His eyes remained cold, even as he looked at her, his face showing absolutely nothing. He had packed his anger inside himself, wrapping it in paper of completely and utterly cold calm. He watched her as she drew back from him to brush her fingers against his skin, but still not a word escaped him.

He didn’t know what to say. Part of him wanted to yell at her, to let out his anger and frustration, but he didn’t. Her fingers were shaking. Probably from guilt and revulsion, but it was very likely he was also making her nervous right about now. Because he gave off nothing, which would tell her exactly what he wanted it to: that he was angry, not just with Rizzo, but with her too. He had warned her. He had told her to stay away from him. He had tried to explain to her that he was bad news, that she should not grow close to other men that way. He had fucking told her something like this would happen, and she had ignored him. Probably because in her mind, the way she pictures it, she did not mind the prospect of it.

It made him sick to think about, and the need to claim her, to show to himself and her that she was his, was raging in his mind, right along with the need to blow Rizzo’s head off. The mixture of these emotions was intense and consuming, leaving him fighting it all at once, tensing him up even more as he let go of her and stepped back with her final words, clenching his hands into fists, angry all over again. Had she really just tried to put this one on him? Had she seriously just excused her actions by saying she was worried? By telling him that she was hurt by him shutting her out? Had she in all honesty just told him that he and their situation had driven her into Rizzo’s arms?

The crime boss clenched his teeth, feeling his control slipping, sliding out his hands like an oily rope. And he could not stop it. So instead he reacted.
“You want my attention, Victoria?” He finally snapped, moving forward, a hand enveloping her throat in the next instant as he pushed her against the wall, his eyes having gone from ice to fire in the fraction of a second. “You’ve got it.” Then, in an instant, his mouth was on hers, possessive, angry, passionate, and so very heated. His other hand moved to clasp her waist, holding her tight as his mouth conquered hers. She was his. She belonged to him. She always would, whether she wanted to or not. And he was in fucking control.

Above all, he needed the control back. With this situation it had escaped him completely, and the one person who was not supposed to drive him to a place where he felt out of it, had done it. He needed her back. He needed the wife he could count on. The wife who he had always controlled. Yes, Victoria would speak against him, she would defy him, and she would speak her mind regardless of his words, but her devotion… her love… her trust and her faithfulness, had always ensured that control regardless. Now it was slipping and he’d be damned if he’d let it.

Jonah was not being violent with his wife. No, he was being forceful. There was a very specific difference in his ways, because he did not intend to hurt her, and though he kept her in place, rough hands clamped down on her slim body, this was not about hurting her. It was about controlling her. Body and mind.

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Victoria’s heat rivaled his and he loved it. Here she finally was. His strong, sexily defiant wife. He loved the feeling of her slim hands on his body and as her hands sought to relieve him of his suit jacket he let go of her briefly to shrug it off, not caring that it merely fell to the floor. He could feel her losing herself in the kiss, in the heat and passion shared between them. Jonathon groaned in the back of his throat when he heard her dress tearing and his callused palms easily dance down from her waist to her hips, sliding back around to let the caress her backside. Their tongues were still fighting each other for the upper hand, but she was his.

He was in control. Because he controlled her body, he alone decided which little movements and reactions to wring from it, and ah, he had taken over her mind completely. He could feel the exact moment she lost herself to him. That was what he wanted. The crime moved his lips from hers then, looking down at her with the most possessive, dominantly fiery look in his eyes as the hands on her backside made their way to her thighs and he forcibly yanked her up, hands clenching the taut, smooth skin of thighs he had felt beneath him and around him countless times.

Her legs were guided to wrap around his hips before he pushed up against her again, his eyes still on hers at the sound of more dress ripping apart. He said nothing, but the look exchanged between them was erotic enough to send shivers through the woman in his arms. He knew exactly what to do and how to do it with her, because she was his. His alone, and if anyone dared try to say otherwise, they’d soon regret it. His breathing pattern had sped up, his own matching that of the woman in his arms. His pace slowed as the hands on her thighs moved to her torso, one wrapping around her back, the other behind her neck to keep her head locked, her eyes on him as he spoke, his eyes softening enough to let her see the love he had for her. The indescribable love.

“I love you, Vicky,” he told her, not giving her the time to reply before his lips were on her neck, brushing kisses in all the right places, knowing all of the specific spots to let his tongue or his lips brush to receive the most rewarding reaction. He pushed her harder against the wall, letting her feel exactly how much he wanted her… how much he needed her. As such, it didn’t take long for Jonathon’s lips to be moved back to hers, his passion still so very clear, but softer… like his need to control and claim her had already been calmed some. At least enough to turn the purpose of his touch from wanting to control her to wanting to pleasure her. Yes, that was exactly what he wanted; to pleasure her. To have her impaled, writhing beneath him against this wall. To hear the moans and pants in his ear as he let her know exactly why no man would ever be better.

He wanted her now. The hand on her back moved down to his own suit pants, hurriedly opening them to push them down, followed by underwear. That process took no longer than a mere few seconds, and as a result, while his lips were still furiously on her, his tongue once more battling the heated thrusts of hers, that hand moved between her legs, pushing the fabric of her thong aside, groaning against her lips to find her more than ready for him. He needed this. Hell, they both needed this. They had for a long time, so Jonathon drew his lips back, and mounted her against the wall, while his heated gaze kept her right where she was, the hand on her neck locking her head as he made her feel every inch of him slowly filling her up.




Once done, Jonah put his forehead on his wife’s shoulder, his arms tightening around her, holding her close as he breathed heavily against the soft skin. “No more other men, baby.” It didn’t sound as an order, because it was more of a soft plea, all the anger and tension gone from his voice, now just leaving him raw emotionally, aching for her, loving her. “Even the thought of him touching you drives me mad,” he admitted then, only holding her closer yet. Jonah was at his most vulnerable and open when he was with his wife like this. She did something to him. He didn’t know if it was merely the relieve of tension in his body, but he was able to lose all of his reservations and carefully guarded masks. Here, right now, he was a husband. Her husband. Nothing more, nothing less.

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Victoria’s apology made Jonah close his eyes on a relieved sigh, drawing her closer if at all possible, his arms tightening around her narrow waist. His wife wasn’t one for apologies. In fact, she oftentimes seemed to choke on them, so when she did utter one, he knew with every fiber of his being that she was being very sincere. He shook his head a little then, lifting it to press his lips against her temple. “I know, darling,” he then murmured back, his voice quiet and soft just as before. Jonah didn’t even know where he was mentally right now, except that he was with Vicky, and that was exactly what he wanted right now.

In spite of her faults (and his own, but please, no one talked of those), Jonathon loved Victoria more than anything. Hell, they loved each other. She was the gem of his eye, the top priority in his life, right alongside his three troubled, albeit beloved, children. “I need you, Vicky,” he then finally said, his hands caressing her smooth and beautifully arched back as he looked down at her, wanting her to understand how much she meant. “I have always needed you. Why can’t you see that I never want to lose you?” He moved one hand to gently brush his thumb across her jaw, guiding her eyes up to his.

He was referring to one of their many arguments lately. One in which she had accused him of cheating on her… again. It had driven him crazy, but all he really needed her to understand was that she meant too much for him to simply throw her away for the sake of sex with someone who wasn’t her. Why would he even want that? Really. He had been there, he’d done that. Back when he’d had a serious issue with the fact that he’d become a father so early. It had been a brief affair, and he had ended it because young as he was, he had finally realized there was only one woman for him. And he already had her.

He smiled vaguely when she told him she loved him and he leaned his forehead down to rest against hers, enjoying the tranquil, easy mood between them. The conversation might not be easy-going or particularly romantic, but it was all the quiet he could find in this storm they were in. Then, however, he raised an eyebrow at her next sentences. “Why?” he merely asked, curious why his wife would want to hear anything Anthony Rizzy had to say. He had violated her, touched her against her will, and yes, Jonah was going to draw it out, but he probably wouldn’t speak much. It was tempting to cut off his tongue… then his hands. Both of which had technically touched his wife very inappropriately.

The crime boss couldn’t help a short laugh when his darling partner mentioned them maybe doing this more often. He kissed her lips chastely, smiling at her then. “You’re right. You need a new dress though,” he noted, letting go of her briefly to pick up his briefs and pants to bring them back up, closing the belt casually. As his callused hands then finally found her again, one hand moving to gently cup the side of her face, Jonathon looked into her beautiful eyes. The other hand moved behind her to pull her into another embrace as it settled on the small of her back. “It’s generally been too long,” he then added, gently kissing the tip of her nose. “I’ve missed it… I’ve missed you. Missed us; you and I.”

He still had things to do, however, but hey, at least he’d now donned his pants, so that was always something, right? A step on the way, even if he didn’t feel particularly inclined to leave her alone again.

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Victoria didn’t need Jonathon to tell her that he needed him, especially after his physical displays of rapture. Finally. Still, it was consoling and she tucked her chin into her neck and nodded at his words, feeling his hands brush across the strong line of her jaw, lightly pressuring her to look back up into his face. It wasn’t often she saw this Jonathon, her Jonah. There was a glisten to his eyes and a subtle smooth quality to his motions that was far more fluid. He was at ease and not thinking of anything else but them. It made her exhale deeply. Holding her eyes closed again for a moment, she let herself drift into the recollections of several months ago, how right before Theodore had been found out to be such a filthy rat child, Jonah’s brother and Tony had sat her down and confessed that they believed him to be a cheater. Ever since the distance her husband had kept with her, since the incident, since the pressure from law enforcement had been ramped up, her mind had circled viciously back to the accusations. Victoria trusted his brother, she had trusted Tony. But now it seemed…malicious. When she looked through low lids at her husband again, she knew it was a lie.

But then why say it? Why would his own brother tell her that he was cheating?

She asked about Anthony then. She knew that Jonathon would not let her in on that scene, no matter how much she wanted to violate the man, to make him feel the way she felt. Jonathon would not be as swift as he normally was and that justified her stepping aside. She didn’t want to look at the man either. Never again. He had looked so betrayed at her when she’d run away and that stung. How could he have ever thought…? her mind trailed. Jonah turned back to his own inquisition.

“Why?” he asked her lowly, though his tone was not at all accusing. “Because your brother and him told me that you were cheating two months ago. The more I think over it, he’s been trying to turn me against you Jonah, and perhaps your sibling as well. He might have information about people trying to hurt us from within,” she replied lowly, wincing as she thought about the second Genovese brother, currently out of the country and on business in France.

She had wanted to lighten the mood then, turning back to her comments about their rougher bouts of making up. That made him grin and Victoria felt her heart flutter at the sight of her husband so amused. He kissed her and she tried to hold it, but he stepped away to collect his pants and briefs, all hastily discarded at her feet.

“You’re right. You need a new dress though,” Jonah commented. She snorted. “Yes well, it’s not like I have a short supply. I’ll get one of the seamstress’ at the fashion house to fix it. Shouldn’t be that hard,” she replied with a smirk, moving away from the wall to step out of the black silk and jersey, leaving herself in only her underwear for a moment before she stepped towards a small closet beside his desk, collecting a housecoat reserved for days when Jonah spent hours on end in his office without seeing visitors. Slipping it over her shoulders, she turned back to him, letting him hold her cheek in his hand. Victoria smiled, feeling her cheeks dimple as her lips were spread like a Cheshire’s grin.

“It’s generally been too long,” Jonah added. Victoria hummed her agreement, chuckling at he moved to kiss her on the nose. It was a gesture that took her back to when they had first started seeing each other and how playful his affection used to be. Before everything got serious and his father was shot and I was nearly killed and we had children… They had never had the phase like most newlyweds to simply be together without the mundane concerns of babies, family, and serious careers. Victoria had never thought she had needed it until the past few months.

“I’ve missed it… I’ve missed you. Missed us; you and I,” Jonah confessed. “Then quit shoving me out and making me force my way back in,” Victoria teased him, raising an eyebrow as she moved to slide her hands along the sides of his bare and chiseled torso, allowing her thumbs to follow the ridges of his abdominal muscles before she pulled back and slid her fingers up so gently along his sides to tickle him – from hard to soft in a split second, the epitome of who and what she was.

“I think it’s time to get these ridiculous people out of our home,” she concluded, smiling so that her teeth showed.

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Morning After the Gala


The morning light filtered through the curtains of their bedroom, slicing across the floor and onto the mattress, illuminating her frame and the wild splay of red hair behind her. The evening had been cut short for all intents and purposes. While the social aspect of the evening had been set to go into the early morning, Victoria had decided to call it a night early. Her staff had been informed as much and she had retired to her room early and a bath with soft music and lavender to try and relax her mind while Jonathon left with his associates to take care of the business that was Anthony. When she’d gone to bed he still hadn’t been home and now as she rolled over, she wondered if he would be there. They had made up? She was due to have breakfast with Lydia, a quick text having confirmed that. Kole was also in the house still, having spent the night. He had plans to take Dylan and his dog to Central Park for the morning, a thought that made her smile. She missed having her adoptive son around to do those things for her, and with Dylan. He had still looked troubled however. She hadn’t had time to ask Jonathon why that was. For all that she smiled as she pulled herself from bed and moved to the wide and luxurious ensuite bathroom, her mind was wound up in concerns for her children – as it was most mornings given that she had essentially four children to worry about. Her husband would have a morning gym session undoubtedly and today she didn’t want to join him. Let him get out the aggression. Let him talk to Linc and Rome and the boys.

Getting herself ready was a quick routine. Victoria left her hair in a soft tumble of curls over her left shoulder, washed her face and put on fresh makeup before doning a yellow sleeveless shirt and dark skinny jeans. She would be doing errands later and wanted the mobility of pants for once. As she took the stairs to the kitchen to see to preparing breakfast for herself and her guest, the house was quiet. The extra staff were gone, with only two maids cleaning, and Pierre present. The security personnel were outside and out of sight. She didn’t like them in the house lately. They made her paranoid. Nate assured her they were to be trusted, all contracted former military personnel. Still, she didn’t like that she needed so many guards. The silence she welcomed instead, wanting nothing but a quiet breakfast with a close friend and perhaps the glimpse of her children or her husband before she had to leave for the fashion house and business management issues – things she was taking on in the interim until they had hired someone to replace Tony.

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Jonah hadn’t been happy about leaving his wife, but he also knew he had Rizzo to take care of, and honestly he’d rather not keep the guy around for too long. Besides, Jonah knew he’d be tied up in the basement, alive, something he would be for a while yet. Currently, the Genovese patriarch was in said basement, pushing open the door, his cold eyes landing on Tony in but a second. “Rizzo,” he said in greeting, a taunting, angry sound to it. Jonathon may have gotten rid of his tension and his anger with Vicky, but ah, Rizzo was a whole other thing, wasn’t he? Jonathon slowly crossed the room, bringing himself within touching distance of Rizzo. He glanced at the two men who had brought him here and gave them only a brief nod, his hands folded behind him.

He gave no reaction to Rizzo’s mumbling behind the gag in his mouth, as well as the frantic character of his eyes which were skirting around the room. Ah, but he would find no mercy here, and as Jonathon continuously watched Tony, his two men left, closing the door behind them. Only then did Jonah start folding up the sleeves of his black shirt, slowly, meticulously, watching the fear grow in the man’s eyes. Jonah didn’t much care for the fear; fear was not something he wanted from dead men. No, he wanted Rizzo in pain. He wanted him to suffer for what he had done – for violating his wife like that.

Once his sleeves were out of the way, Jonah removed Rizzo’s gag. The basement was soundproof for a reason. The man stayed quiet, however, so Jonah raised an eyebrow, casting the guy a cold smile as he took out a pair of thick, black gloves. Again, painfully slow, Jonathon donned the pair onto his strong fingers. “Fingerprints,” he explained to Rizzo, not because he didn’t think the guy would know as much, but because he wanted it to be painfully obvious to Anthony Rizzo that his torturer would be Jonathon himself. Hm, painfully obvious was quite the term, wasn’t it?

The bastard had made a move on his wife, he had tried to turn her against him, and apparently his brother had been in on it. Which meant Jonathon needed information first of all. As such, Jonah flexed his fingers, looking from his hands to the man, or dog, in question. “You know what your problem is, Rizzo?” He began, squatting down to be level with the tied up Rizzo, who merely glared at him. Just as well; Jonah hadn’t expected an answer, so he continued. “It’s that you’ve long thought yourself indispensable.” Jonah straightened then, moving to browse one of the many shelves. This one had a selection of knives he’d collected over the years. Just like guns, Jonah was in the habit of collecting knives. These, however, were always kept in the basement.

“And you know what the problem with cocky staff is?” He added, not looking at Rizzo as he concluded harshly: “They take liberties.” That’s when a pair of grey eyes finally landed coolly on Rizzo, an eerily composed, wry smile on Jonah’s lips. Rizzo’s lips set into a thin line, so Jonah picked up a knife. A small one, with an ornately decorated handle. Then he began moving back towards Rizzo, whose defiance was quickly replaced by fear in his eyes. “Frankly you’ve hit your limit,” he noted as he walked, before stopping in front of him, adding “but I can make your death quick if you tell me what I want to know.” Not that Jonah was particularly in the mood, but he did plan on keeping his word. Fact was, however, that he didn’t think he’d need to.

And just as he’d expected, Rizzo made a face and spat at Jonah’s feet, sneering “what makes you better than me, huh?!” Jonah’s only response was a knowing, satisfied smirk as he hammered his knife straight into Rizzo’s hand, impaling it along with the arm of the chair beneath it. The scream filling the basement was one of pure pain, but ah… the night was not yet over, and the screams would get much louder, just as the pain would get worse. Of course this was not for pleasure. Oh no, it was merely to extract information. Or, rather… for the most part.




Once done, having gotten everything he wanted out of the whimpering remains of a man who was still in his chair by 4 am, Jonah merely gave him a cold look. “Victoria says hi, by the way,” he then added, throwing a last jab into the mix as he took a towel and began wiping off his bloody and sweaty face. He would have to take a shower. He was almost as bloody as Tony, and that really spoke volumes. The guy was close to dying from blood loss alone, and so his only reply was a pained groan.

Jonah, feeling rather satisfied with his revenge so far, took out his phone, speed dialing his dearest assassin. Once she picked up, Jonah spoke, his voice hard and commanding. “Kalista, I have a problem I need you to handle. In fact, let me rephrase that: you are handling it. Right now. I don’t care what you’re doing. I expect you to be on your way back to the mansion already.” With that, the crime boss had hung up, and once the woman arrived, he’d shown her to the destination, made it clear that Rizzo was the target, and expressively ordered her to make it painful.

Then he’d left, heading upstairs to grab a shower, throwing his clothes in the fire once he’d finished. No one even lifted an eyebrow at his bloody state. No one working or living there doubted what Jonah did for a living, or what he was capable of, and as such, Jonathon Genovese had left Kalista to deal with the actual kill and the clean-up.


~~ Morning After the Gala ~~


Jonathon was in his office, not having been able to keep his promise to Victoria about coming to bed with her. Ah well, she’d understand. He was going over the folder Kole had given him just before the gala, analyzing every bit of information, figuring out how they could possibly keep anyone else from figuring all of this out. Kole had been compromised. That was a problem, because if one person could put the pieces together here, then so could another… and another… and another. And that bitch to Garcia was already plenty on his case. Them going around killing cops like that was only going to add more flames to that fire, and Jonah had enough on his plate as it was.

And his brother was against him. Rizzo hadn’t know much, except the other Genovese had come to him, convincing him to go speak with Victoria. This meant that it had been his own brother’s plan. That knowledge was a heavy burden on his shoulders.

He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. He hadn’t heard anymore from Nate either since he’d run off like a lovesick puppy to join a girl who’d left him fourteen years ago. Well, at least Rizzo was out of the picture, and Jared was due back today. Good thing too, because at the moment Jonah really needed to be around someone who seemed at least half sane, lest he get pulled into the craziness himself. On that thought, a text came in, and Jonah checked it, a relieved sigh escaping his lips. It was a text from Jonah’s top accountant and not a moment too soon either. The deal about Garcia was something Jonah kept tabs on, so yes, he knew about that press conference. He had people on it. So he merely typed back…

“One of many, it seems – eyes already open. Welcome back.” The last two words would be enough to let Jared know that he probably shouldn’t take his time in getting to the mansion. Jonah wanted to get business out of the way for the day and then maybe find time for sparring with his younger friend and business associate. The guy was one of the only ones who presented much challenge. Once sent, Jonah left his office. His wife should be out and about by now, and as he bounded down the stairs, he detected movement in the kitchen, so he slid the door open just enough for him to see and be seen, smiling just a little once he spotted his wife.

“Morning, darling.” He called out. Honestly he was hoping for a morning kiss before Jared arrived, and maybe a bit of a break. After all, he’d been up all night, and after letting out that tension between them yesterday, Jonah felt himself more at ease with her. It seemed she was done thinking he was cheating, and to him, that alone had eased up on a lot. Well, that and the absence of Anthony.

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Character Portrait: Jonathon Genovese Character Portrait: Anthony "Tony" Rizzo Character Portrait: Kalista Ross Character Portrait: Kole Marinos
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Kalista’s eyes softened as Kole snorted at her half-plea. She had to admit that hearing a cold-blooded killer use the word “please” was strange even to herself. She did not look up at Kole as he agreed to her request. She could hear the apprehension in his voice and did not need to see it on his face to know it was there; however, she could hear the sincerity in his voice as well. He was being honest with her, but she knew that there was a catch to it. She just didn't know what it was yet.

“..But only if you hang out with me more,” Kalista finally looked up at the man with a grin. He tilted his head up slightly and Kalista shook her head. It was as if he were challenging her in some way. “I run in Central Park every morning. Would be nice to cross paths. Besides, you in yoga pants…?”

Kalista tilted her head up as well, imitating Kole’s posture. “Oh, you can try to run with me, but you probably wouldn’t be seeing too much of me,” Kalista paused a moment for dramatic effect before continuing in a taunting voice, “I’d be too far ahead of you.”

Nothing else was said, but Kalista was glad that they were parting ways on a happier note. Kole gestured for her to exit as he held the door open and Kalista gave him a small smile and a courteous nod as she stepped back into the frigid night air.


Kalista let out a sigh of relief as she stepped into her plush bed with her worn out copy of Utopia by Thomas More. Truthfully, Kalista did not have a clue as to why it was perhaps one of her favorites, but the book’s soft cover was delicately taped on and the binding was beginning to look as though she would have to glue it back on yet again. Kalista was fluffing the pillow behind her when her phone began to buzz on her nightstand.

Kalista growled in frustration and drew a hand over her face before picking the phone up, thoroughly planning on throwing the damn thing out the window. Fortunately, she had the sense to check the caller ID to see that it was the boss calling her. Kalista swallowed her frustration, realizing that he would only call her at this hour if it was urgent and held the phone to her ear. She only got the words, “Evening, Boss”, out before she was cut off by his harsh, authoritative voice. Kalista nodded sharply into the phone before realizing that he couldn’t see her nod. “I’ll be right over,” she stated, but he had already hung up.

Kalista sighed angrily, placing her book down and jumping out of her bed. She had heard, in the tightness of the boss’s voice, that he was calling her on a more personal job and that he would be expecting her as soon as possible. Kalista threw on her normal leather jacket, jeans, and calf-length boots before grabbing a pair of her patent leather gloves and going to the back closet where she kept her equipment. She grabbed her usual gear including two pistols, two knives, a silencer, and a variety of supplies for the clean-up, before heading out the door and back to the Genovese mansion.

When Kalista arrived, she was met by one bloody and sweaty Jonathon. This only heightened her suspicion that this was a personal matter and she knew better than to ask any questions. Her suspicion was confirmed as she was lead into the basement of the mansion and shown a bloody and broken Anthony Rizzo. As was the norm, Kalista showed absolutely no emotion as Jonathon told her to make it painful. She simply nodded sharply as the man left the room and Kalista was left to do her job.

As per the boss’s request, Kalista had made it hurt. When she was done with the casino manager, Kalista finally screwed the silencer onto her pistol. The man was as good as dead and if Kalista had left him there, he would have died an even slower and more painful death. However, Kalista knew that the boss would want her to make sure he was gone, especially after the scare with the old techie; not to mention, she wanted to go home and catch some sleep before the sun came up. Kalista looked at Rizzo once and then stuck the pistol between his eyes. The last words Rizzo heard were Kalista taunting, “I never liked you anyway,” before Anthony Rizzo was no more.

As always, Kalista’s clean-up was flawless. No body, no evidence, nothing connecting either the Genovese or Kalista to Rizzo’s ‘disappearance’.


Morning After The Gala


Kalista had only gotten a few hours of sleep, but it was nothing that she was not used to. The first thing she did in the morning was to take a rough and thorough shower and change her bed sheets. It was something of a routine for Kalista. She was always cold and blunt about killing a man, but she could not sleep in the same sheets that she had slept in less than an hour after murdering someone. She had already disposed of the clothing she had been wearing and once her sheets were changed and she had stepped out of her room in her sweats, Kalista felt refreshed.

The only other thing Kalista had to do was do a quick search for Rizzo to see if anyone was looking for him. Kalista nearly grinned when the search came up with nothing. Eventually someone would go searching for the casino owner, but it was a good sign that nothing had come up yet. It meant that no one had suspicions. Eventually, the news would probably make up some story about Rizzo disappearing to some other country. There would be nothing to say that he was dead and definitely nothing to say that he had been murdered. This was all Kalista's work. She couldn't help but feel a slight hint of pride at another clean, successful kill.

As she was accustom to doing after a kill, Kalista quickly grabbed her phone and sent a text to the boss. No one has noticed he’s gone. It’s done. P.S. It hurt. This was nearly the same text Kalista had sent the boss every time she was done with a job - minus the part about it hurting; that was her own bit of sarcasm. It meant that Kalista had done her job and it was to reassure the boss that Kalista was worth having around.

As Kalista finished with her post-assassination routines, she sauntered into the open kitchen area of her apartment and grabbed a quick smoothie before strolling back into her bedroom and coming out in her running clothing. She threw a hoodie over herself and zipped it about an inch, letting the rest fall loose. Kalista grabbed her phone from where she had left it near the computer. Checking it, she saw a text from Kole had come in and suddenly remembered his request to go running. Kalista did not mind running with someone as long as they didn’t slow her down – and she didn't think Kole would. However, Kalista had just murdered Rizzo. She had no clue whether Kole knew about that or if he ever would, but Kalista was hesitant to meet with Kole after she had spoken to him so seriously about murder just the night before. Kalista sighed and swiped a hand over her face before deciding it was childish for her to say no to a run with Kole. She quickly typed out a reply as she grabbed her headphones and armband. I was just heading to Central Park right now. You can tag along if you think you can keep up. With that, she stuck her phone in the armband and headed out the door.

Kalista arrived at the western entrance of Central Park and stopped only for a moment to grab some water from the fountain. The temperature was not as freezing as the other night had been, but wind still nipped at Kalista's exposed skin every once in a while. She had left her hoodie almost completely open because she loved the feeling of the wind tingling her abdomen. It was one of the few things that Kalista ever enjoyed about winter.

Suddenly, Kalista heard a high-pitched child’s squeal from over to her right and whipped her head around to see who it had come from. Among the few runners and wanderers in the park, a child had tripped over a rock and was now cupping a bloody nose as his mother shook her head in frustration and produced a small packet of tissues from her purse. Kalista froze for only a moment as she watched them. The boy’s nose was bleeding profusely and it was leaking through the mother’s few tissues. Blood. Kalista suddenly flashed back to the other night and Rizzo’s broken, battered face. Kalista shook her head and furrowed her brow at herself. She had not felt this way since combat and it was almost alien for her to flashback anymore. It must have been that conversation with Kole, Kalista thought to herself as she returned to her run.The fact that Kole had asked almost the exact same questions that she hadn’t been asked in years was sure to bring back memories. As she continued her chilling jog, Kalista did exactly what she had told Kole. She took long, deep breathes and let the feelings wash over her. Kalista sighed heavily once more as she came out of her half-trance and reminded herself, It’s always just passing thoughts.

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As Victoria turned to face him, the Genovese patriarch smiled back, his legs carrying him effortlessly to the beautiful redhead. ”Good morning,” she said to him, returning his initial greeting as he snaked one arm around her slim waist. His lips found hers briefly; a gentle, sweet kiss. Enough to hopefully let her know that the tension they had released together the previous night would transcend a few hours. He knew Victoria very well; well enough to be aware that she needed a little bit of reassurance – some kind of guarantee from him. He planned on changing things. He had been negligent of his wife and his children as well. He wondered if maybe he could have prevented Charlee’s unfortunate pregnancy by being there for her. He wondered if maybe he could have helped her in some way before things got that far.

After this event, being a concerned father, Jonah had had his daughter tailed, which also meant that he knew much more of her whereabouts and activities than he wanted to. She was a heavy drinker already and he suspected she might have taken things further than that. He’d received a text earlier, telling him that she had driven to a location known for its sale of drugs. But now he struggled to figure out whether or not he could actually blame her for that. After all, he was a poor example, wasn’t he? A great deal of Jonathon’s income was based on drug trafficking, so part of him blamed himself more than he did his teenage daughter. Of course he also had no proof, and he never wanted to just barge in and accuse her of doing drugs. He didn’t want to be that kind of parent. Besides, he suspected Charlee needed help more than reprimanding.

And he didn’t even know where to start with Dylan. Ever since the incident with the last techie, his youngest son had been even more distant and secluded. Jonathon knew the two had been friends, and he knew that this had been rough on Dylan, but he didn’t know how to make it better. As for Lincoln, lately Jonah had been struggling with whether or not his decision to go against Vicky and bring the kid into the business, would be good for him. Especially now with Kole. True enough, Kole did not have the Genovese genes, so maybe it was different, but as a father, did he really want to take that chance?

He shook off the gloomy thoughts as he felt Vicky’s hand weave its way through his hair and he looked down at her, smiling. He watched silently as she took his free hand, her thumb gently caressing the clean knuckles of the back of his hand. Knuckles which had beaten a man only hours previously. He let her move his hand to her lips then and she kissed it, silently thanking him with a soft smile. He smiled back, the reciprocated gesture more careful. As much as he enjoyed being rid of Tony, part of him knew that stepping over the careful boundary he’d set so long ago, brought him closer to a person he did not wish to be. That boundary consisted of pain. Jonathon always killed with efficient swiftness, pain rarely even partaking in the act.

But once he was angry; once it came to his family, that boundary seemed to disappear. It was a dangerous one for him to ignore. Fortunately it so rarely happened. Her words brought him back to reality and he chuckled, letting her turn around, hips soon grinding into his playfully. Jonah felt that slight tinge of arousal go through him, bringing out his own more playful side. His other arm snaked around her and he pulled her closer, smiling as his lips settled on her neck, placing slow, deliberate kisses up the smooth, pale skin. “Yeah? How much, exactly?” he murmured huskily into her ear, letting his warm breath tingle upon the sensitive skin he knew so well.

He paused when he head Pierre’s voice, however, and he sighed, letting go of his wife slowly, unwillingly. He raised an eyebrow at Victoria’s words, however, kissing her cheek warmly then. “A lot of them are new, baby. Give them a chance to realize who’s who.”He nodded then as his wife explained Lydia’s presence. “I see,” he noted, taking her hand to turn her around before moving his free hand to cup her cheek, lips taking hers passionately for but a moment before he pulled back slightly, murmuring a quiet “I love you,” before turning his head to see Lydia entering.

He inclined his head slightly, offering her a controlled, polite smile in response to hers. "Good morning, Dr. Arden," he then greeted her, waiting only a moment before he said, "Well, suppose I'll leave you ladies to it." Then he walked past the good doctor and out into the foyer where he was met by one of the guards. “Mr. Genovese, Jared Romaro is here to see you.” He said without warning and Jonah nodded once. “Send him to my office,” Jonah replied heading there personally in the next instant, as he checked his phone. He had a few texts in his inbox, most notably the one from Kalista.

The words didn’t inspire a single expression on his face, nor any emotion really. He only sent back a text with the words ”Transferring ASAP.” Of course meaning the pay for a job well done. Naturally, all business transfers went through a Swiss, untraceable account, under an alias belonging to some Italian guy. Jonah never left money trails and usually he preferred to do business with cold cash as it could not be traced, but some things, like Kalista’s pay, were a little too substantial. In such cases, technology came in handy.