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Kole Marinos

Loyalty is everything in this world.

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a character in “In Mafia Vita”, as played by Korrye

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The Crime Boss' Police Mole/The Informant

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Full Name:| Simple enough I suppose... Kole Issac Marinos Implicitly a Genovese.
Nicknames:| Usually name name is simple enough... on the streets I was called Ace
Age:| I don't lie about the fact that I'm... 24.
Gender:| Check my pants... Can't you tell I'm a guy?
Orientation:| I'm a major flirt without knowing... Heterosexual
Originally From:| No such thing as humble roots here... Chicago, Illinois

Currently Living:| Between two places Apartment in Midtown West, often in the Upper East Side however.

Occupation:| I live two lives... On the face of things he is an agent of the federal Department of Justice's Organized Crime and Gang task force, working in conjunction the FBI and local organized crime officers in the NYPD. Secretly he infiltrated the police as an informant for Jonathon Genovese to feed the family intel on the law's course of action against the family and it's business.

Likes:| I'm a pretty simple guy...
Ever since he was a child, Kole has preferred to be outside. Stories of the jungles in Africa or in South America thrilled him and his favorite movies as a child were The Jungle Book and Tarzan. Being outdoors in the fresh air outside of a city center is where he really wants to be. There is nothing better than the silence of a rural area, the whistle of crickets and a million stars in the sky. He loves the smell of fresh cut grass and cedar trees. This obviously makes Christmas one of his favorite holidays since it's an excuse to bring a real pine tree indoors. Any season suits him. He likes the heat of the summer but the fresh quality of the air in autumn of the crisp bite of winter cold suits him. He loves it all.

With a love of the outdoors comes a passion for hiking and running. Fitness has never been a goal, it's just something that Kole enjoys doing. He enjoys cycling in his free time and for a brief while he worked as a bike messenger in Manhattan and loved it until a cab sent him over the windshield of a passing vehicle. He also enjoys basketball, paintball and swimming. When it comes to sports he would far rather be playing - even football - than watching.

Food is also something loves - even the simplest plate of meat and potatoes will never be taken for granted given how often he was hungry as a child. He loves his steak. With a nice dinner comes the desire for a quiet night. He's far from a partier and his ideal night is one on his couch with his German Shepard watching action movies. He's got a sweet tooth though and has found a fondness for New York style Cheesecake and those new cake pop innovation things - not that anyone on his task force knows. He's known to also have candy in or around his person.

He enjoys music but nothing too loud. He prefers to walk or ride his bike somewhere over driving. That said, he has nothing against cars and he can appreciate the beauty of them. It's the expense of driving that turns him off to the enterprise. When it comes to reading he will if he has to but it's not something he will spend his free time on. When there's a moment to spare in his hectic life he'd much prefer relaxing or recreation. There is nothing wrong in his mind with a day spent in his boxers in bed.

He's a handyman at heart as well and is never afraid of a do it yourself project. He enjoys carpentry and time spent at the gun range. Still, he prefers solitude over crowds and being alone over being with family. He's more than happy to enjoy the company of his own thoughts though he can grow restless if he spends too much time indoors. He's not one to spend a lot of time at a desk or in front of a computer. He prefers to write down things by hand and he's one to call you even if you're texting him a message.

Dislikes:| Don't even get me started...
First and foremost he is not one for small spaces, rooms without windows or extended periods of time indoors. Kole will grow restless, agitated and uncomfortable. He prefers silence over deafening noise. He doesn't like rap, screamo or metal music. He doesn't enjoy being in clubs or discos. He feels disabled by the environment. He can't stand people who talk to no end. He prefers it when a person is blunt and to the point, no fluff involved. That said, he has no respect for those without manners or respect for authority figures. People who make a scene, are ungrateful or are extremely self centered also irritate him to no end.

Kole also avoids dancing, any sort of sport that involves skating and singing. He's not good at any of them and would rather save his dignity and not be caught doing any of them. He also doesn't like nuts - not because he's allergic but strictly for the taste. He also can't eat poptarts or fastfood at often - even the smell can make him queasy and it draws up memories of his childhood in foster care.

His experience within the program as a child turned him off to the American government. He feels the state fails the majority of Americans and as a result feels that he has no true obligation to obey every which law they command when it's to the benefit of a very rich select few. He's fine with breaking laws and has a wild streak in him in that respect. He's not afraid to piss people off and he's never been a fan of law enforcement himself - so it's ironic that he's now one of them. Bureaucratic red tape is a headache to him and he's never afraid to push protocol or the rules more generally. He likes to test people and see how far he can push them - for better or for worse.

Kole doesn't like the idea of tornadoes either and he hates rodents or bugs. He hates mosquitoes as they always seem attracted to him. He's not one for video games - though he loves his game boy precisely because he could take it outside - or a lot of TV. He's not afraid of the rain but a lot of days without sun may see him grow irritable as well. He'll be pumped up on coffee in those instances - something he loves like most people.

Lastly, he doesn't like needy women. He much prefers to have a woman be strong and independent, with enough sass to push him back a little. He doesn't like cats however, or doing dishes. Cooking is not his thing either - the simpler the better. He doesn't like driving, as was said. He also doesn't like commercialism or the flaunting of wealth for the sole purpose of expressing your richness.

Fears:| You never heard this about me...

  • First, Kole fears being arrested. Death does not scare him but being locked in a concrete box for the rest of his life terrifies him.
  • The idea of losing control over his own body.
  • Disappointing Jonathon
  • Becoming an ungrateful money-centric individual.

Secrets:| I have a to lose if any of this comes to light...
  • He is ultimately on Jonathon's side and is the mole within the crime agency hunting down the Genovese family. Those within the law believe he is pretending to work on Jonathon's side.
  • He believes himself to be a more worthwhile heir to the family business than Jonathon's own son. He feels more responsible and introduced into the business, more cool sand capable as well.
  • He recently murdered an FBI handler who realized he was a mole.



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Hobbies:| You'll often find me outdoors...anywhere with trees really.
When Kole needs to kill time, he's often sporting outside. He runs every morning through Central Park for an hour before taking his dog to run off leash where it's permitted. He spends a lot of time in the park period, playing soccer or basketball. He often isn't afraid to take Dylan Genovese with him to the boat pond either. When he's tired of the park he's often found at Coney Island Beach on the Boardwalk area. He's tried surfing and knee boarding there in the morning's too. When those areas are too packed with tourists he can be found cycling throughout New York, grabbing an excellent burger at a hole in the wall restaurant in Little Italy or spring rolls in China Town. He's social and most everywhere he goes he's a regular - a lot of restaurants know who he is. He's a loyal customer if he's served well. That said, he spends time at the policy academy and at the shooting range. He runs drills in his free time too. If it's the winter time he'll go upstate and go snowboarding. He's also inclined to spend time with the Genovese family, though his career never truly has him 100% off duty.

Talents:| I've never considered myself that great at anything...
As a small child and now especially as an adult, the only thing Kole considered himself good at was lying. He didn't have the conscience that caused him to flinch or grow flustered. He got used to lying to his father about where his mother was, about why he was bruised or had cuts on his hands and knees to his teachers. When he met Jonathon Genovese however, he wasn't good enough and the crime boss saw through him. When he confessed, Jonathon took it in stride. Honesty was rewarding with him, and it earned him a hot meal and eventually a home and a real family unlike anything he had ever had. Now as an adult his skill is the reason he was able to pass a lie detector test and become a cop and play the role that he does. Aside from that, Kole is athletic. He is a strong runner and he is very agile and adept on his feet. He has excellent hand eye coordination which makes him a quick and sure shot at the range. Outside of his career, Kole is a great carpenter and that he learned from his grandfather and shop teacher in high school. He enjoys it and construction did entice him once but it seemed so corrupt and the men who worked in it weren't good company in his mind.

Deficits:| A lot. I have my faults.
Academics has never been his strong suit. Sitting in a classroom bored him as a child and his teachers often thought he had a learning disability due to his inability focus. He's much more of a kinesthetic/tacit learner - if he has to move his hands and feet and do something along with an instructor he is much more engaged. He's never been good at skating and the only reason he can dance is because of Victoria Genovese hiring an instructor to teach both of her sons how to dance properly around the time of Charlee's cotillion. Additionally, Kole is not the most timely or organized person. He is notoriously late and he doesn't value time in the same way as most. He values cleanliness but he feels more comfortable when everything is in it's place in a mess. He's not the best dater either and while he can flirt away his time with women, he misses a lot of signals when a girl is into him. Many times he is considered to have rough manners. As much as Victoria tried to instill traditional etiquette in him, Kole is still rough around the edges - and he still prefers to eat with his hands. Kole is also much more of a people watcher than a chatterbox so idle chat can sometimes become awkward as he will withdraw from it and simply not care.

Weapons:| Bang bang goes the gun - but my firsts can do a lot of damage on their own.
Kole carries with him a Smith & Wesson Model 5906, or a Glock 22 as issued by his department. A gun is on his person at all times. He has completed his Special Weapons and Tactic training and as such is comfortable using an M4 Carbine, and a Remington Model 870 shoftgun when required to. He will often use a variety of weapons when he's at the gun range. He is more than wiling to drop a gun and use his own two hands of course.


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Personality:| I'm no John Doe.
From afar he looks like a golden boy, well dressed, handsome and charming. He holds himself well and has strong posture. He is mature looking and conservative in terms of his dress. He is professional when in uniform and well kept when he's out of it. Kole always walks with a brisk pace wherever he goes. When he's on the job he's serious, and often looks like he'd brooding. Something is always on his mind, whether it's work or family related. When he's off the job he is lighthearted and looks for a laugh. He is protective of those close to him and he is ultimately a people pleaser. Like a loyal Labrador, he aims to ensure those he loves are happy and he often puts them first and over himself.

Kole smiles a lot, but upon closer inspection it's easy to see that he's damaged. He's very blunt and sharp. When he's uncomfortable he is quick to fall quiet. He chooses his words carefully whenever he's engaged in conversation. He speaks in a simple and witty tone, not afraid to mock those he knows and doesn't like that much. He's guarded around strangers yet incredibly open around those he knows. Those who know him know him well, especially the Genovese family. They know everything there is to know about his history, especially Jonathon in particular who broke through to him as a young teenager.

Loyal is the best word a person can use to describe to him. If Kole knows a person will be reliable and good to him in return, he will be close and defensive and moreover devoted to that individual. For the few he is close to, he would gladly take a bullet for. He is incredibly protective of his family, especially the Dylan Genovese and Jonathon himself. He would do anything to make them happy, and to ensure their safety, even if that means harming others and lying through his teeth on pain of treason. He is stubborn and headstrong. When his mind is set on something there is little you can do to prevent him from doing what he wants. He aims to do his best and he puts 100% into everything that he dedicates himself to.

On top of being guarded, Kole has a history of being a pathological liar to the point of believing the life he makes for himself. As a child his efforts got him into trouble and eventually with the law until he caused trouble with Jonathon Genovese and the man shook some sense into him. He can still have a punkish streak to him and it's one that shows more to the law enforcement officers that he works with than with the Genovese family. He is fearless in the face of the law and often flouts rules of procedure which has his reprimanded often. To those he isn't close to, Kole is steely and resolved. He's not afraid to mouth off those he doesn't respect. He is at the very core an emotional person and whenever anyone close to him is threatened his temper and fear for those people takes control - leading to irrational action in some cases.



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History:| I was born a street rat. I will likely die one.
From the moment he was born, Kole was surrounded by hostile individuals. His father was a loanshark, a cold and cruel man who was heartless when it came to those who decided to take money from him. His mother was an exotic dancer, one who stripped for money more often than she worked in more upstanding clubs. The couple was tense, fighting more often than they got along. Yvette was a Russian immigrant, a woman toughened by her own difficult life in her homeland as a young adult, and then by the hardship of being an alien in America. Chicago was home to both of them and the two suited the grit of the city. Daniel Merideros was his father, a man in deep with the local mob syndicate. His mother was Yvette Bell. While his mother never connected herself to any one specific mob, she came to be viewed as the possession of Daniel. Though they never married, she was as bound to him as any wife.

Kole was an accident, the result of a broken condom and the use of prescription medication on top of birth control. Yvette had never been pregnant before and she had always tried to be as careful as possible. Stripping and dancing led to sexual encounters for money on various occasions. She was good at what she did until she met Daniel Merideros. He loaned money to the club she was working at and when he saw her demanded her 'services.' After a month of being his own private entertainer, Yvette got pregnant. Daniel asked her to abort it but she refused. Taking responsibility for the dancer and her feisty son, Daniel sought to shelter the two from his business. That proved impossible and as a young child Kole's home was often a violent and tumultuous place filled with shouting and swearing and an offbeat crowd of his father's clients. When he was taught his name Kole was unable to pronounce Merideros fully, and he always called himself Marinos - and it would be the last name he adopted when his parents died.

His mother would try to leave Daniel four times before she died. Yvette wanted a better life for her son, a life outside of the toxic environment of Chicago. She was in deep however, owing money to Daniel and with little savings of her own. The first time she tried to leave, Kole was four. He remembers the incident vaguely and it is perhaps his earliest memory. His mother was halfway out the front door with him in her arms when his father stormed through the door and held a gun up at the both of them, threatening her if she left with his blood, and without paying her debts. Tearfully she stumbled back inside, coddling Kole in her lap and trying to prevent him from hearing the lecture she received from his husband about her ingratitude. Kole was seven the second time and at school when his mother arrived in a flurry, taking Kole out of his class early and driving beyond city limits. They were in a restaurant and Kole was happily eating fish and chips when his father arrived and grabbed Yvette by the arm, saying simply that 'it was done.' When Kole was nine he learned what the 'it' portion of his father's words were - a coup against his mob boss that he had led, instating a new more powerful out of town mobster to the top rank. Loyalty was not something Daniel felt to anyone. He was his own man. It was when he was nine that Kole realized that his father was also a regular cheat. When he was ten his mother would bring home strange men at night - clients and boyfriends. As they weren't married it wasn't adultery but it may well have been given the way they treated each other when each affair came to light.

Kole loved his mother yet as he grew older he became to view her as weak. He wondered continuously why she didn't leave a clearly terrible situation. She appeared to him a coward, and his father was little better. He saw his father beat up on many occasions by the people he worked for. He was afraid to leave himself however, as he had no money and nowhere to go. He knew his mother's father lived somewhere in upstate New York as they had visited him once but promptly left when the man had harassed his father. He didn't know who he was though or where he was only that he existed. He had no means of getting out. Instead he go into trouble. His parents were far from good parents. Yvette would dance her nights away, well into the morning hours. Daniel would go a week without coming home. There was no money for a babysitter and as a result their method of keeping Kole in check was to lock him into his room during the day. It was like prison. He had a small TV set and would watch Disney movies on repeat all day. He would color and draw and read his books over and over. He would stage his army men. He was okay as there was an ensuite bathroom attached to his room. But often he would get hungry and had nothing to eat but a few granola bars left for him on his bed. When he started school it was better but not by much. He would often he left at the school to be picked up hours later, only to be locked in his room again. He had few friends and often felt like he didn't exist. He was seven when he climbed out his window the first time, driven by the fact that he had been on his own for twelve hours and was starving. He wandered over to the neighbor's house and asked the old woman if she could please teach him to make a sandwich. The old woman was kind enough to help him with a PB&J. When child protective services were called, his parents decided to move.

When school started, Kole became self sufficient. He got himself to and from the building and did his homework to the best of his abilities. He loved being able to play outside when he was there and gym was rapidly his favorite class. He wasn't a stand out case to many of his teachers however and he flew under the radar, quiet and complacent a lot of the time just like his mother. He was ten when he felt sick and tired of his life however, and he started to get restless. Without any money to pay for the things he needed, Kole started to steal. Whether it was food, clothes or school supplies, he figured out ways to do it all. That is until the local Walmart caught onto his game and had him arrested. He was put into juvie and worse he wasn't bailed out. When he called his parents, his father denied that he was his son. When he tried to contact his mother, she was busy entertaining a client. He was forced to serve out his sentence and the prison system was hard on him. When he was let out six months later, he was forced into additional community service and never heard the end of it. He was thirteen then. He started to get more aggravated as his parents supported him less. He started breaking into model homes and he would get into trouble again and again, arrested and accumulating a lengthy record. He started boosting cars even before he could drive at thirteen. Then everything came to a halt.

His mother was killed first. She was brutally stabbed and left to die in a hotel room just a month after Kole's fourteenth birthday in January. The killing served to ignite tensions between competing mobs and Daniel would urge his mafia man to lead a charge against those infringing on territory that wasn't theirs. Chicago erupted into violence and within three weeks Daniel would be shot in a drive by shooting as he entered the home. Kole had been in the upstairs shower when bullets rained down on the house. When he dressed and ran out to the front he was confronted with his father. He held him in his lap as he died, with Daniel's parting words being simply that he was sorry.

As an orphaned minor, Kole was sent by child services to live with his grandfather Edgar Stolosgov in Albany New York. The old man was as Russian as his daughter Yvette and more so. He was strict, keeping Kole in line with hardline rules. He had a curfew and he had to be in school or there was to be trouble. Kole went without food when he was a smartass to the old man. When he was sitting around, Edgar would pull Kole into his woodshop and teach him carpentry. Edgar was older however, and sick when he took in his grandson. Kole stayed with him for a mere eight months before he passed away in his sleep. Edgar had done everything he could to put Kole on a straighter path and he knew the man cared for him dearly as he did him. He had been taught valuable skills and in some ways again respected the law until child services placed him in another home. Then it came to the surface that his parents' murderers were left at large. The last strike against his faith in the government would come when Edgar's body was claimed by the city morgue and a letter left to him in the old man's will explained that he had been sick and had not had the insurance coverage to buy the appropriate medication to save his life. When he went into foster care, he was taken on as a means for a scumbag family to get additional coupon payments from the government. Kole was one of six kids being hosted by a family who had two of their own. He had no bed of his own and he gained little from them. The people reminded him too much of his own parents and the wife was a cruel drunk. He made the decision to flee, stealing money from the woman and claiming whatever money left to him by Edgar to take a Greyhound bus into Manhattan.

Kole didn't know why but the big city seemed to him a place of opportunity. He was fifteen then, and barely able to work but he wanted to try. Of course, when he approached a construction site and tried to lie about his age the foreman didn't buy it. Kole ran away from the man before he could be found to be a runaway. He was left to the streets and he stayed on them for six weeks, spending his nights in the subway or in homeless shelters. He did odd jobs for money before he found himself truly desperate. He wound up in the upper west side, behind a really nice restaurant. He had been trying to sleep in the alley behind it when he saw a bus boy come out and toss two bags of food scraps into the dumpster. Starving, Kole shamelessly tore through the garbage to get at whatever he could. Of course, he wasn't the quietest and when the head chef poked his head into the alley only to find a punk knee deep in their garbage, he pounced on him. Dragging him inside, he detained him in his office thinking he was a member of a rival family looking for intel on the Genovese family. In walked Jonathon who had been eating dinner with his wife at the restaurant at the time. The man was no nonsense. Kole tried to lie but he was forced to say the truth. He begged not to be taken in to the cops. He explained that he was a runaway, desperate. He explained that he was an orphan. And lastly, he added, the structure of the restaurant looked faulty. Jonathon was amused but Kole proved the faulty work by showing that the foundation was already sinking - and the building itself was only five years old.

It was an in and he didn't realize it that night. Jonathon brought him home, presenting him to his wife as a project. Victoria Genovese was at first unhappy that her husband had essentially brought home a stray. Kole sensed something in Jonathon however - he was a strong man and he was powerful. The money surprised him, but it was nothing compared to the defense Jonathon put up for him when the police did come sniffing one day, looking for a missing kid. Jonathon claimed him and he was taken in as a foster child by the Genovese. Kole was immediately at odds with the eldest son and awkward around Jonathon's very pretty daughter. He bonded with the youngest, Dylan, however and Victoria as well. He was put back in school and tutored privately to catch up. He graduated on time and found himself with a room in the house and a seat at their table. He loved them for all the opportunity they gave him. And it was upon graduation that he decided to return the favor by enrolling in the police academy and pursuing a place on the very task force that seemed to trouble Jonathon so much. If the police weren't after Kole, they often were around Jonathon. Moreover they were often speaking with Nathaniel, Jonathon's second in command. Kole was intimidated by the Genovese patriarch and as such he bonded with the crime boss' best friend more than the family. He found an idol in Nathaniel and it was Nate who broke through to him just like his grandfather had. He had an opportunity in this family. He understood the underside of the lifestyle. He was rough and more than anything willing to learn. Kole bonded with Nathaniel and through the last bit of his high school years he learned to shoot and spar. He fell back into athletics and loved it all.

When he took his position in the police academy it was a tough sell. Upon his graduation and initiation into the service he was pulled aside by a handful of agents who knew of his association. He was questioned brutally and for the course of a weekend about his affiliation, about what he knew. He convinced them of his position. He felt that he had seen many things - and he had - and he wanted to take down this family. He told them that the Genovese were too alike the same people who had killed his family years before. He lied but it rang so true and he was accepted in as their link, becoming what they felt was a triple agent: they felt that he was pretending to be an informant for the Genovese when in fact his loyalty to the family has never faltered.

As he's grown older, his passions for the family have only grown stronger. He loves them dearly and feels like they are his true family, far better parents than Yvette or Daniel ever were. He is a doting brother, and honorable son. He seeks to please them all, and he remains closest to Nathaniel after nearly a decade in their midst.

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Miscellaneous:| What else is there to cover...really?
  • His German Shepard Duke is a retired police dog, fully trained and adopted by Kole when he moved into his own apartment.
  • Drives an olive green Toyota Tundra truck.
  • Lives in his own apartment purchased for him by Victoria Genovese.

So begins...

Kole Marinos's Story

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Victoria Genovese Character Portrait: Adrianna Scott Character Portrait: Jonathon Genovese Character Portrait: Anthony "Tony" Rizzo Character Portrait: Jess Garcia Character Portrait: Charlee Shaee Genovese Character Portrait: Sienna Rose Character Portrait: Mick Carter Character Portrait: Nate Hagen Character Portrait: Kole Marinos Character Portrait: Lincoln Genovese Character Portrait: Rebecca Vendetti Character Portrait: Dylan Genovese
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Genovese Mansion
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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Jess slipped in the side gate which had been designated for staff. She'd been forced to temporarily dye her hair black, although the guy in the salon assured her that it would wash straight out. She was wearing glasses with a thin black frame and brown contacts. Her hair was up in a bun and she was wearing lipstick and eye make-up. She felt nothing like herself, and the outfit wasn't helping either. She had been walking laps of her flat in the heels to get used to them.

Usually, she was in her field gear of army boots, combats, a t-shirt and her FBI jacket. If she had to do a press conference, she dressed up slightly, in a pair of black trousers, black flats and a white shirt. When she was working out, she wore her FBI t-shirt, tracksuit bottoms and trainers. She never wore skirts, heels, or overly elaborate make-up. She didn't dye her hair.

The only reason she had strayed out of her comfort zone tonight was the Genovese gala. She needed to confer with her agents following the busted restaurant raid. The only way she could do that was by going undercover herself. Her superiors had warned her to be careful. When you did as many interviews as she did regarding the Genovese family, your face tended to become well-known. She had been forced to dye her hair, wear contacts and glasses and do make-up, all to avoid recognition. Her handgun was strapped to her thigh, but she was slightly concerned about accessing it. She'd much rather burst into the gala with a SWAT team, get her agents out, and bust Jonathon Genovese in the one operation. Apparently that was a risk to civilians, though, and Jess had barely managed to get clearance to get her gun in there, let alone a fully armed SWAT team.

When she arrived in the kitchen, she was met with a tray of champagne and an order. "You! Go wait by the entrance! Give the guests champagne!" She had difficulty not telling the small man who had shoved the tray into her hands where to go, but instead she bit her tongue and smiled politely. The house was still quiet, and she skirted the clean-up operation. She noted a small alcove where she wouldn't be seen, and took her chance. She darted into it and pulled slips of paper from a pocket in her skirt. She wrapped them around the necks of the glass.

She had developed the idea while running through Central Park. They were similar to fortune cookies. Each had a message written on them. She hadn't been quite sure how she was going to use them, but the glasses provided a perfect opportunity. She pulled a Sharpie from the same pocket and began marking the slips as she wrapped them around the necks of the champagne classes. The genius was, she had three messages for her agents. They all read, "Minerva's wisdom is found in the Garden of Night." Anyone else would brush it off as nonsense, but it was a carefully crafted code that her agents would understand. Minerva was her codename, and she hoped that they would get the message to meet her in the garden at nightfall. She marked the ones with the codes with a vertical line, and the rest with a horizontal line.

Making sure the lines were facing her, she walked towards the front door, a smile on her face, ready to welcome the guests. As she took her place, she couldn't help but think,

Here goes nothing...

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Dylan was already dressed in preparation for the event. He was dressed simply, wearing a white shirt and black trousers. A black jacket was lying on his bed, ready to be put on when he was finished. He was sitting at his desk, working on his robot. He heard a knock on his door and his mother's voice. He had his door locked and the remote was by his hand. The remote was similar to that of an Apple TV remote in appearance, sleek and silver, but had only one black button on it. It controlled the deadlock on his door, which worked with a variety of magnets and electric currents. "Half an hour sweet," He heard his mother say. He lifted the remote and was about to open the door, when his mother added, "And you know how we feel about you locking your door." He grinned, and as he was about to press the button to allow her access, she heard her walking away. He set the remote back down beside him and continued to try and fix the wiring connecting the camera, mounted on the body of the robot, to the robot's chip. His grin faded as he tried to reconnect the wires. With a click and a grin, the wire slipped into it's spot and Dylan leaned back, a satisfied smile on his face.

He got to his feet and self-consciously smelt his hands. They still smelt faintly of metal, but it wasn't overpowering. He pulled on his jacket and checked his appearance in the mirror. His hair was slightly ruffled from when he had ran his fingers through it in frustration, and he smoothed it back down again. He adjusted his jacket slightly and brushed a few metal filings from his trousers.

He wasn't particularly looking forward to the gala. He knew he was going to be the youngest there. He would have to make small talk with old men who knew nothing about robotics, engineering, or hacking. His parents wouldn't particularly approve of him slipping away from the party to try and complete his robot. He had already Googled practically everyone on the guest list, and there wasn't anybody who was even slightly involved in the computer industry coming. The family's newest techie might be there, but he wasn't sure.

Thinking about the techie reminded him of his old friend. At events like this, they had sat down the back for most of it and discussed various topics of interest. Dylan smiled a little sadly. His father had essentially killed his friend. He couldn't hate his father for it. He knew that his father had only done it to protect the family.

Dylan sighed and smiled at his reflection. The reflection returned the smile, perfecting the image of a gentleman. Dylan adjusted the final few things, and picked the remote up from his desk, pressing the release button on it. The deadlock slid back, and he opened his bedroom door.

There appeared to be a commotion coming from the kitchen. Dylan ignored it and instead headed downstairs. He saw a familiar figure outside his fathers office and approached. He cracked a grin as he saw it was Kole. "Hey, Kole!" He said cheerfully, leaning on the doorpost.

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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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The roar of Hagen's Lamborghini Murciélago drowned out the noise and commotion going on in the exterior of the Genovese mansion. Gala attendees and art aficionados of every variety lined the steps, waiting to being admitted entrance to the lavish party. The steel grey Lamborghini turned heads as it whipped passed waiting cars to the very front of the line of cars. There were a few murmurs of who could be in the expensive vehicle but as the drivers side door opened with a clean hiss all could see who had finally arrived. He stepped out in a one of a kind hand tailored suit imported from Italy.

Nathaniel Hagan, loyal friend and second in command to Jonahthon Genovese adjusted the shirt beneath his jet black suit jacket by gently tugging on his cuff links with practiced ease. His jaw tensed casually as his eyes critically scanned the placement of his sleeve before he rose his gaze once more. He made his way up the stairs past the waiting guests, barely glancing in their direction. He reached the front of the line quickly and tossed his keys to a valet without a word. The valet rushed off to park Nate's car as the adopted brother of Jonahthon turned his attention to the bodyguards checking people in at the door.

"Any problems?"

"No sir, everything's going smoothly."

The bodyguard responded to the man with the sharp precision of a military man. Per Nate's suggestion they'd beefed up security not just in number lately but in quality, no more Brooklyn goons and thugs from Harlem. Ex Navy Seals, Rangers and Blackwater Mercs were the new face of the Genovese security detail all due to Nate's unwillingness to leave the safety of the family in the hands of anyone but the best.

"I'm the first person you call if that changes, we clear?"

"Yes sir."

Nate gave the guard a firm nod before walking past him into the house. The first thing he noticed was the absence of Pierre, the elderly caretaker of the house and Genovese family for years. He must have been off entertaining one of the society hags that showed up to gorge themselves on the wealth of patrons at the gala. Nate hated all of this to be honest. The rich socialites grinning as they gossip in the shadows. The over abundance of opinionated elitists who will fill the mansion tonight with their assumptions and unneeded opinions. The real problem was the security threat. All these strange faces, too easy for someone to slip in as a guest or server with a mind to do some harm to the family. Nate and Jonah had spent weeks prepping the security for the event. Nearly everything had been taken into account before this thing had been scheduled. If something did happen that was what Nate was there for, as always to stand between the Genovese and whoever dared threaten them.

Nathan had two other duties tonight one he was considerably less enthused about. The only worth while one out of the two was a meeting with Jonah and some of the other business associates the family had including Kole. Nate had been looking forward to seeing Kole back in the mansion. Nate had planned to have a beer with the guy and see how he was fairing under guise of dutiful member of the boys in blue. Kole was a brave man, braver than he even gave himself credit for. Not many would've agreed to take on something like that but Kole did without a second thought. It was selflessness like that that helped Nate sleep at night when he worried how the Genovese would fair if he died.

The other was an interview Jonah had agreed the two men would attend with a starlet whose only defining quality was the size of her chest. Nate had never seen any of Adrianna Scott's movies, come to think of it Nate couldn't remember the last time he'd gone to the movies at all.

Putting his minds wandering aside Nate made his way through the entrance hall and the ornate staircase to the library to meet with Jonah. Who he found however was the youngest member of the Genovese brood and the other stray like himself the Genovese had taken in.

"Hey there Dylan, Kole. You boys don't clean up half bad."

Nate said warmly as he came to stand just behind Dylan.

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He could see it all so clear in his head. The sound of the night echoed in his mind. Upon closing his eyes Kole could remember the feel of the man’s leather couch. He had broken in, disabled the alarm system and waited for the man to come home. Like clockwork he had, stepping into his own living room after taking drastic measures to bar his front door. Little had he known that he had locked himself in with a predator. He had stumbled past the threshold only to drop an armful of paperwork and files. Kole had risen to stand, his face grim and his eyes narrowed on the handler. Recognition dawned on the man’s face immediately. He raised a fat finger to point at him. “You’re…” he had stuttered. Before he could finish that sentence Kole had shot him twice in the chest with a borrowed Beretta M9 – gun Jonathon had loaned him in the event that he needed to do this and didn’t want his own gun leaving bullets behind. He had shot him twice in the heart and watched him collapse in a heap on the floor. The shots had been perfect but the noise was deafening to him, even then as he remembered it. Stunned, he had waited a minute before walking over to the handler, kicking his body so that it rolled over with his face to the ceiling. Shock still laced his features and he was sputtering for life. The sight was enough to make him choke on his own breath. He shot him again in the head for good measure before rolling him over again with another kick, dropping the gun for a moment to sift through the files. He collected the necessary paperwork and left the rest. He’d then proceeded to wiping down his presence and dragging the body down into the basement. He’d popped the natural gas line on the heater before proceeding to the kitchen, turning on the stove and stuffing it with paper, leaving the door open.

He was a mile away with the explosion tore through the neighbourhood. The house was known to be that of Frank Karpathy. Dental records would prove it was his body but the heat and intensity of the explosion and following fire would erase any remnant of the fact that he had been shot. Kole didn’t know why but he had driven around aimlessly for an hour after the fact before parking his truck back at home, showering and going for a run through the park – something that normally served to clear his head but did anything but. Whenever he closed his eyes he saw the face of the agent so clearly. And if it wasn’t the handler, it was his father, dying in his lap and sputtering as his entire body bled out from six gunshots to the chest.

His mind was positively morbid when Dylan called him from his reverie. “Hey Kole!” the crime boss’ youngest son smiled. Kole shifted his hand from covering his face to supporting his chin. He smiled wearily. “Hey kiddo,” Kole replied. “Sorry I haven’t been around lately. I promise, you, me and Duke are going to the park tomorrow for some snow fort building fun.” Duke of course, was his German Shepard. The retired police dog was as anxious for some R&R as Kole was.

He was about to say more when Nathaniel Hagen turned the corner. His mentor and the Genovese’ second in command was a sight for sore eyes. He stood behind Dylan, dwarfing him in height and stature. Kole even felt small from where he sat on the couch. "Hey there Dylan, Kole. You boys don't clean up half bad,” Nate commented. Kole ran a hand through his hair, dodging the compliment. “You taught me how to wear a suit,” he smirked. “Stand up straight, cufflinks, straight collar, clean shoes and the works on the hair. I still can’t handle a tie though. Feels too like a noose.”

On a normal day he could lie through his teeth. He had done fine all day, though one of the secretaries had commented that he looked sick. Now that he was in the Genovese stead the ability melted away and his uneasiness was in his words. “Nate, can I have a word with you alone first? Before we get started?” Kole asked wearily, biting his tongue to prevent him from saying anything more in front of Dylan. When I was his age, I was starting a new life, he thought absently. “I know that Jonathon is expecting to talk to me directly as well but I have…news,” he added, knowing that last word carried significant weight in the household. "News best shared in the company of only those who matter and the sooner the better."

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Nate's tone shifted instantly, from casual to all business in the blink of an eye. He nodded and patted Dylan on the shoulder, giving signal for the boy to find entertainment elsewhere.

"Give us a minute, D."

Nate said not taking his eyes off Kole as he motioned for him to follow. Nate had no idea what Kole needed to tell him, no reports had come in from Marinos of anything big going down but judging by Kole's tone whatever this was it wasn't good. Nathan didn't have that uncanny ability Jonah did, to pick up on the slightest cues a person gives off to tell what they're thinking or feeling. Jonahthon could tell a liar at a thousand yards but not Nate. He was as blind as the rest of humanity except when it came to family. Jonah, Vicky, Kole, Dylan, Charlee and Linc were his pack and like any watchful pack member he was attuned to them. He knew the difference in a simple hello or goodbye that spoke volumes no one else would pick up on.

The two men, orphaned by fate and adopted by the kindness of the Genovese didn't stop walking until they were on the terrace looking out over the city. The icy grip of winter had come quickly to New York and already snow had begun to fall. A light blanketing of the city streets below could be seen down below and as the hour grew later and the city lights began to glow New York truly looked magical. Nate and Kole were alone on the terrace save for a single waiter with a tray of frosty beers. Nate took two from the waiter and dismissed him before handing one to Kole and leaning on the rail.

"Talk to me Kole."

Nathan said as he turned away from the snowy city to look at his brother.

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Kole watched Nathaniel’s entire demeanor change. The second in command stiffened, and his smile slackened. His eyes dropped to look at Dylan in front of him. Kole watched as his mentor squeezed the youth’s shoulders, his tone changing drastically. "Give us a minute, D,” Nate shooed him. Kole looked up at Nate, noticing that the man didn’t take his eyes off him. The twenty four year old felt the intensity of his analytical stare. He undeniably had his full attention. Sensing that Nate had a lot of questions, Kole stood and moved toward his two family members. He knelt down in front of Dylan and smiled, reaching out to fist bump him. He was so old suddenly. “Make sure the caterers save us a platter full of pigs in a blanket,” Kole smiled, referencing to his personal favorite appetizer – one that Victoria had deemed mundane and unsophisticated. Until all three of her children had come to like them over much of the other bite sized foods she served at her parties.

Standing, Kole moved to follow his mentor. He stood shoulder to shoulder with Nathaniel now. When he had first moved in he had been a head shorter, gawky and awkward. Now he was of the same stature and instead of being shooed out of the room like Dylan, he was now in on the business and incredibly so. It was still daunting even though he had been doing it for years already. Only it’s never been this dangerous before.

They walked silently beyond the library and towards the sun room. Nate didn’t hesitate to step outside onto the terrace. The air was brisk and while there was enough snow on the ground to cover the grass, it was warm considering evening was falling. Kole buttoned up his suit jacket as Nathaniel moved to a waiter standing ready with a platter of beers. Nate dismissed the man, but not before he claimed two of the waiter’s drinks and offered one to him. Kole took one, feeling the frosted glass freeze his fingers too quickly. Nate held his and leaned over the railing. Kole leaned his back into it, setting the beer beside him.

"Talk to me Kole,” Nathaniel prodded. The informant looked over at the second in command again, taking in everything he could about him. His mentor turned from scanning the mansion’s view to looking straight at him, his eyes demanding information.

“I had to kill someone,” Kole confessed suddenly. He blurted the words out bluntly and stopped himself from saying anything else immediately after. He clenched his tongue between his teeth before he sighed. “After I tipped Jonathon off about the raid last night I was found out by a handler poking around for an informant within the agency. I figured him out before he reached anyone about it.”

The facts seemed to roll of his tongue but Kole was far from comfortable talking about it. He didn’t look once at Nate while he explained himself, his eyes wearily looking round the terrace for people, or recording devices. This was heavy news and a lot of people could do dangerous things with it.

“I tracked his address, I broke in and as soon as he walked in I shot him,” Kole admitted, pained. He winced, feeling the memory come back again, the sight of him dead, the blood sprayed up the wall behind him and dripping in a grim way unlike most action movies.

“I’ve never killed anyone before,” Kole added in a whisper, staring forward blankly, folding his arms around his chest. “I don’t regret it but I can’t get his face out of my head. It felt so easy. Breaking into his house took me back to when I was a kid. It was so easy, disarming the alarm. Then I made sure there was no trace, nothing. Body was burned...natural gas fire had the house blow.”

He felt like he was rambling, rolling off the facts and knowing that they would make sense to his mentor. They were all things he had been told to do once. He had had a serious dinner with Jonathon and Nate one night, the same night they had given him the M9. They had explained to him in hushed tones of ways to hide things. He hadn't taken it that seriously at the time but now that he reflected on it, everything they had taught him he had used. It was a flawless kill, hidden and left to be written up in the paper as a fault gas line gone wrong.

"Someone sent him after me, digging for someone like me," he commented bitterly. "Someone in our organization knows that we're in on the FBI's investigation. If they didn't before, they'll strongly suspect it now." Exhaling deeply, he shifted his feet and moved to stand straight up and off of the railing, turning so that he faced Nathaniel directly. "I laid low last night. I didn't think it would be best to come straight here. They know that I'm supposed to be here today though so I waited."

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”Hmm,” Jonah murmured when she told him that she did indeed need help, but she lowered her hands to lay on his, and so, Jonah didn’t move from the embrace. He moved his lips to kiss the side of her neck, just below her ear and nuzzled his nose against her earlobe. He nodded slightly when his wife informed him that she needed more of the two of them like this and he sighed, drawing her closer if possible. “I know,” he whispered, “so do I.” He adored being near her like this, feeling her body reacting ever so willingly to the slightest of his touches. He and Vicky had always managed to maintain a healthy level of, well, sex, in their marriage, but lately Jonah just hadn’t had the time for tenderness like that. Maybe that was why he was so tense all the time.

At Vicky’s explanation of her current state, the patriarch couldn’t stop himself from chuckling. Being with Vicky like this was relaxing to him; it allowed him to just let go and be the man he was, instead of hiding that man behind a mask of cold indifference. Sometimes it was just so tiring to keep it up, so although he always managed regardless, letting go for a little bit was a relieve. This was why he not only wanted, but needed, his family. Needed his wife. How could she ever think he would leave her? He simply didn’t see it. He loved her, craved her… needed her. No other woman would ever have his complete and utter trust and devotion. Why couldn’t she see that? Even after so long, she would doubt him. It simply stayed beyond his comprehension.

“That explains the busy kitchen,” Jonah commented playfully, “good thing you decided to buy enough champagne to leave half the army more than a little tipsy.” It was a little jibe in reality. Jonah had often teased Vicky about her obsessive need for perfection with these things. Jonah himself wasn’t a fan – nor was he a fan of the whole socialite-thing his wife had generally gotten into. He supposed it couldn’t have been avoided though… even if he would’ve liked it to. She always bought too much, though – food too. It was quite funny how these events were so… superficial, considering the actual intent of them. Charity. Few truthfully viewed it as such, however.

Jonah smiled at his redhead when she told him she would rather stay in their bedroom all evening than be social, all the while turning in his arms. The man couldn’t stop himself from pulling his wife even closer as she kissed him, and he looked down at her, their eyes meeting like they’d hardly had time to lately. As he looked at her, he first moved her zipper up, then smoothly ran it all the way down to her bum. The dress loosened, enabling her to get it off. It was the simplest of things Jonah missed about her. “You never really feel like dealing with people on this scale,” he noted, smiling as he bent down to kiss her bottom lip before resting his forehead on hers.

He groaned and closed his eyes when she mentioned the meeting, however. “Vicky,” he sighed, exasperated with her as he looked at her once more, “I can’t have you there – not this time. And you can’t leave the guests. You know that.” He moved one hand to cup her cheek, looking into her eyes with love and adoration, but also worry. He was practically drowning in it. “I promise you I will be there for you all evening afterwards, and I will try my best to make it to bed with you later, but the meeting is a no. Too much danger.” He kissed her nose and nodded as she commented on Kole, her arms coming to wrap around him. “I know,” he reassured her, “and he won’t. I specifically instructed the doormen to tell him I wanted to meet with him in the library beforehand.”

He kissed her softly then and untangled himself from her, in spite of the fact that he would’ve much rather stayed in her arms. “On that note, I have to go,” he told her, an apologetic look in his eyes. “And so do you. The guests should be arriving soon.” He moved to the bed, picking up his tie on the way out. He quickly, and with practiced hands, put it on perfectly as he walked. It took him mere second and a he took a final look in the hallway mirror, he felt content enough. As always, Jonah was in a tailored suit. This one was black, and so was the fine shirt beneath it. His tie was a dark silver grey and that was the entirety of “colour” added to the night’s outfit. He looked dark, serious, and expensive. Good.

Checking his phone, Jonah found himself notified of Kole’s arrival, soon followed by that of Nate. Perfect. He nodded to himself and moved towards the library, checking for the gun on his back, confident to feel it exactly where he wanted it. He put on the usual mask of cold calm almost instantly. Jonah had ordered the security detail to notify him of a string of people upon arrival. Specifically all of his business associates. Soon, the male reached the library and as he made it inside, he was surprised by the complete emptiness. He frowned, taking out his phone instantly. The male followed this action by pressing his number three speed dial – Nate – and he moved the phone to his ear.

Once it was picked up, he didn’t wait for a second. “If you’re with Kole, would you gentlemen please escort yourselves to the library? The others should be arriving soon and I want to talk to him beforehand.” He hung up instantly then, irritation making his tone rather demanding. It wasn’t really a question - it was an order, but Nate would know that. Jonah hated being kept waiting. There was nothing worse to him. It was as inefficient as anything got, and as such, feeling rather impatient, the crime boss paced the pristine floors of the expensive library. He didn't have all night, after all.

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The adoptive brother of Jonahthon Genovese took everything relayed to him in complete silence. His dark eyes locked on Marinos as he spoke. Nate's jaw tightened as he listened to the hesitation before the explanation, the rush of information during and the regret after. He could see it in Kole's eyes, his face even his posture. He was revolted with himself, afraid yet resolved that what he did was for the right reason. He knows he did the right thing and was yet confused as to why he felt this way. The realization that one of Nate's greatest fears might just come to light struck him like a cold knife in the spine that twisted in his flesh and made him feel empty.

Nathan reached out a hand and squeezed the younger man's shoulder in warmth and brother hood. He locked eyes with Kole hoping to impress upon him the gravity of his words.

"Hey, hey look at me Kole. You did good...you did good."

Nate was disgusted with himself in that moment. He was nurturing the same behavior that created the monster that he was today in Kole but what else was he supposed to do? What other course of action could Kole had taken? The answer was none but it didn't help the pit in Nathan's stomach.

"You did what you had to do, we can't ask any more of you little brother. You took care of the body, you didn't leave anything behind pointing to you or the family. I'm...proud of Kole. You're handling this like a man, that's admirable. It's not easy, the first time but it helps knowing that what you did protected your family. It protected Dylan and Charlee, Lincoln and Victoria, and it protected Jonah."

Nate let his words sink in for a moment before giving Kole a nod of approval and puling his hand away. He reached for his beer and as if alerted by the conversation involving him Nate's phone rang with Jonah's name displaying across the screen. He picked up and was greeted by a terse, demanding voice.

“If you’re with Kole, would you gentlemen please escort yourselves to the library? The others should be arriving soon and I want to talk to him beforehand.”

Nate pocketed his phone after Jonah hung up and threw a thumb at the door.

"C'mon, the boss is waiting for us."

He said before taking a long swig of his beer and heading for the house with Kole close behind.

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-The Mancini Incident-

Oct 27th, 2012, 6:29AM, Sebago Beach Recreation Area in Harriman State Park, 35 miles north of the city. A brisk October wind blew through the maple trees, the soothing rush of air brought back memories of camping with his family as a child. It was early dawn; the sun would soon rise, illuminating the calm waters of Lake Sebago. In the empty parking lot of the recreation center, Mick Carter was leaning against a payphone eyeing his black Honda sport bike propped up on its kickstand. Wearing a black leather jacket and navy blue jeans, only his silhouette against the lake could be seen with the feint red glow of a cigarette. Mick glanced at his watch and took a long drag before tossing the cigarette on the asphalt; it was time to make the call.

Picking up the phone's cold handle, he inserted a few quarters and began to dial; the number had long since been memorized. It rang once and a woman picked up with an emotionless tone.

"Technical support."
"Bishop 95573," Mick responded without hesitation.
"Status?"
"Castle Juniper," he replied, signaling that he was alone and safe.
"Hold please."

Several electronic ticks could be heard as the call was transferred. One long beep and the surly voice of Mick's FBI handler came through.

"Jesus Ethan, are you ok?"

"What the fuck just happened Frank?! I just killed Danny Mancini with my bare hands! I walked out of the bar with him and the guy pulled a fucking hand cannon on me and told me that he knew I was Fed and had evidence to prove it. Christ Frank, he knew my real name! Thank god that fat fuck had butterfingers or I'd be dead!" A moment went by before Frank spoke. "Don't worry Ethan, since you called earlier, our guys took care of it off the logs. There won't be any questions given Danny's...unique pastime. Accidents happen doing that sort of thing," referring to the fact that Mancini was known to make BDSM fantasies a reality at lesser known brothel's around town.

Hearing Frank Karpathy's composed voice was reassuring. It was Mick's only contact to the real world, but he couldn't help but think that the FBI didn't have his best interests in mind. Calming down with a sigh of relief, Mick turned his body and stared at the horizon beyond the lake, its lush blue pallet growing brighter. "How did he find out, do we have a leak?", Mick questioned, as he watched a flock of geese land on the water. Frank coughed and put his mouth closer to the microphone speaking quietly. "Look, I don't know how this happened, but I'll damn well look into it. If it came from us, it's worse than I thought. Regardless, we're too close to pull you out now." The Genovese Family's influence reached far and wide. Mick wondered if they were powerful enough to have federal agents on their payroll and how highly ranked to get information like that.

"Ok, what do I do now?", he asked, already knowing Frank's answer.


-22 Hours Ago-

Jan 7th, 9:47PM, the engine of his '95 Chevy Caprice came to life as FBI Special Agent Frank Karpathy pushed the pedal to the floor. They had been sniffing out a mole for months and just had a big break. Cell phone to his ear, the call to Jess Garcia went straight to voice mail. "Jess, the plan worked, we've narrowed it down to half a dozen! Within ten minutes of notifying the task force of the raid, several calls were made from its location to a one mile radius of the Genovese's estate," Frank gasped as he rushed home with a manila folder full of files, "I'm about to crosscheck these logs with the previous ones and we'll have our guy. Call me back."

The Caprice rounded the last corner and pulled into his driveway. Frank grabbed the folder off the passenger seat as he exited the car and hurried to the front door while fumbling for his house key. Once inside, he instinctively flipped both deadbolts before walking down the hall to his office filing cabinet. As he passed through the living room, a dark figure rose from a chair, startling Frank enough to drop the folder and stumble backwards for the light switch. In front of him was the young Kole Marinos with a gun aimed at his chest.

"You're..,"Frank's sentence was abruptly cut short by two 9mm rounds.


-Present Day, 7:40PM-

Mick felt out of place in his black sport jacket as he watched finely dressed servants dash across the floor with trays of food. Just a moment ago, he was enjoying a cigarette on the rooftop terrace before Nate Hagen asked him for some privacy. Nate had been with another man whom Mick had never seen before, but it was common enough for the family members to talk alone with their associates that it didn't draw suspicion. Regardless, Mick took note of the man's characteristics and facial features should he need them in the future. At this point, there was little else to do, but grab a drink before the meeting. It's doubtful they were serving whiskey, but he could settle for anything that did the job. Across the room from him a girl was serving champagne in a tight shirt, short black skirt, and with a familiar face.

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All Victoria wanted to do was close her eyes and let Jonathon pull her from her dress and take her on the bed. No moment had been too short when they were younger, especially when she was stressed and he was as tense as he was. Being with one another had been a known type of release. She was all wound up from being touched by him in an instant, her skin feeling ignited wherever he touched her. She arched her back into his chest, trying to push him to do more.

“I need more of this.”
“I know,” he whispered, “So do I.”

His words were ignited her adrenaline. At once her heart was racing and she gripped his hands tighter. He chuckled at her situation and his hearty laugh made her smile at her own predicament.

“That explains the busy kitchen,” Jonah commented playfully, “Good thing you decided to buy enough champagne to leave half the army more than a little tipsy.”

“I didn’t order anything new for this event. I had enough left over from New Years,” she murmured, an innocent quality coming over her voice. She fluttered her lashes slightly, knowing that Jonathon didn’t appreciate the social life she had come to possess. It didn’t suit her in the least, but they lived in a city where if you declined the invites of the wealthy you were a pariah. The parties, the galas, the auctions, the benefits – all of them were a façade. She had been taught by Jonathon’s own family how to put on a show and she did, so that their true business could be concealed and the money looked like it was going to higher causes. She was more uncomfortable than he was in the context of any large socialite event. The words of the guests were always like knives, finding every little error in her appearance or flaws in her decorating or food. If Victoria had her way she would never host such things. She was far from a people person – especially when it came to people form the Upper East Side. But it fell to her like a duty, on top of being a mother and loyal wife to her family.

“I would be happy if the two of us just stayed up here,” she had told him, turning in his arms to face him. Victoria connected with his eyes, staring into his face and seeing in warm toward her, the cool steely gaze of the crime boss waning. He slipping his hand from the small of her back to the troublesome zipper, pulling it back to the top before expertly unzipping it to just above her rear. She shifted, shimmying her shoulders and letting it slide off her torso, the chiffon and silk gliding off her skin before pooling at her hips and then falling to the floor. She stood before him in nothing but a slip and her lingerie. “I really don’t feel like dealing with people today.”

“You never really feel like dealing with people on this scale,” Jonathon teased her in return. That made her roll her eyes and he smiled, leaning in to kiss her himself. She moved to kiss him back but he was brief before leaning his forehead to hers. She held him tightly, hearing him groan as she added a comment about the meeting, slipping a business jab in the middle of passions, a method she had been using since she was a teenager. With his guard down he often confided in her. No sooner had the words left her mouth did the wall he held between them lately come back up. “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 had asked.

“Vicky,” Jonathon sighed. The very tone of her voice had her mood change in an instant. She pulled back from him, tense again, her eyes narrowing on him sharply, her smile fading back to a frown. “I can’t have you there – not this time. And you can’t leave the guests. You know that,” he explained. Victoria held her tongue between her teeth. Why the separation? Why ever since that idiotic boy was found out has he kept me out of the business meetings? I could have broken him. I could have found out everything he knew,” she seethed in thought. Now was not a time to pick a fight, however. As Jonathon moved to hold her cheek in his hand she pulled away, knowing that action by itself was enough to pain him and tell him how she felt. No one orders me around like he does and I listen. Why?

“I promise you I will be there for you all evening afterwards, and I will try my best to make it to bed with you later, but the meeting is a no. Too much danger,” he concluded. The decision had been made in his mind. She didn’t want to accept it. She knew all of the people who would be in that room. She wanted to be able to sit and watch them all, to see if any of them squirmed while they lied. They had traitors in their midst and all of a sudden he didn’t want her in on any of it. I can defend myself. I have before and I will again. She remained silent as he leaned forward, kissing her on the nose. That made her close her eyes and bring forth the one situation she wanted to ensure went her way. “I don’t want Kole addressing the entire meeting. I feel like there are pythons in the grass.”

“I know,” Jonathon reassured her, “and he won’t. I specifically instructed the doormen to tell him I wanted to meet with him in the library beforehand.”

With that she nodded, turning her face from him to look at the floor. He pulled his hands from hers and pulled away entirely. Where he had held her was suddenly cold. “On that note, I have to go,” he said simply. Victoria clenched her teeth and sighed, knowing very well they could be late, knowing very well that they needed to say things that weren’t being said. She didn’t want to yell at him and storm out however so she bottled it in, feeling her tension rise and her heart race not because of him or some passionate feeling but because of stress. “And so do you. The guests should be arriving soon,” he added. “I will see you down there,” she replied lowly, watching him with narrowed eyes as he went to collect the tie she had selected for him earlier from the bed. That explained his sudden appearance upstairs. The silver suited him given that he had a business meeting, otherwise she would have picked a fight and told him to match her dress. It was in a lot of ways a good thing that she hadn’t since she was changing. Still, it disheartened her to think that he had come up and by coincidence found her struggling with the zipper. Six months ago he would have followed her upstairs just for the heck of it. What is happening to us?

As he left she exhaled deeply, feeling the pressure of the room decrease with his exit. “I love you too,” she whispered unhappily, knowing that he had left without saying it again. Ever since September he had been that absent and withdrawn from her. Their marriage had always been filled with those parting words. They had never left one another without saying it until the Fall. It hurt her that he was that far from her. He felt so distant and her body was hungry for her husband whom she only seemed to see in brief glimpses.

Victoria moved to the bathroom, grabbing a hand towel and wetting it to wipe her arms and legs of any residual champagne. She pulled off her slip and proceeded to her closet, selecting a new dress. It was meant for their anniversary dinner in a few weeks but she didn’t care. She had nothing else to choose from and if he wasn’t going to indulge her desires for him or an in on the business then she would remain a temptation beyond his reach for the rest of the evening. Fortunate for her the zipper was also on the side and accessible to her. Victoria selected a strand of pearls to wear and then checked her hair which she left loose and on her shoulders. Her makeup was fresh and natural.

Once she was sure that she was put together properly she checked her watch. It was close to show time. Proceeding from her room she paused again by each of the children’s doors, finding that Dylan’s was empty and open which told her that her youngest son was already downstairs. Content that at least someone humored her, Victoria proceeded downstairs. At the head of the lobby she looked down from the banister, the chorus of voices growing. The doors were beginning to be swarmed by guests coming through and a waiter stood with champagne, handing a glass to each patron upon their arrival. It was as she asked but the waiter herself seemed unfamiliar and yet a face that she had seen before. Pursing her lips she was ready to approach her party planner, a petite woman wandering through the crowds headset and all, when she noticed a crew of working men standing off side with MET logos on their jackets. With that she proceeded downstairs, avoiding the chaos of the main doors though smiling at anyone who noticed her moving beyond them.

The MET people were offside, and closer to them were two women with their backs turned to her, the pair laughing. Victoria felt incredibly severe as she approached them, far from willing to share in their humor. She approached them both, knowing one but not the other. Heidi had been a liaison of hers with the MET’s board of directors and she stood next to the brunette whose back was turned to her. Heidi herself was someone’s assistant who had been given the task of dealing with the event. Victoria didn’t like her and upon her approach it showed.

“Yes,” the brunette laughed. “This is exactly why I got into this business . . . to retrieve stolen statue penis's.”

“Pardon?” Victoria scoffed, folding her arms around her chest as she turned to look the woman in the face. At once her tension faded though. “Sienna?” she asked then, reaching her hands out to check that she was real. “Sienna Rose…it’s been so long…” she trailed. “It’s so good to see you.”

And with that sentiment she was genuine. The only other woman who had been close to a man at the top of this organization was the woman before her. “What are you doing here?” she asked, confused. No one had told her that she was coming. Moreover she hadn't had a chance to tell Nathaniel that she was coming.

“Heidi, please for the love of God make sure that everything is set up properly. People are arriving and they’ll have time to look at everything in the dining room before we start,” she added crudely, directing her comments bitterly to the blond whom she deemed to be intruding on her moment.





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"Hey,” Nate pried at him. Kole felt lost in his own thoughts. The blood. The cold stare. The blank look of dead eyes. It was consuming. “Hey look at me Kole. You did good,” Nate praised him. The sound of his mentor’s voice had him turn to look at him in the eyes, nodding but not quite believing it. Everyone has always told me that there’s no going back from killing. Now I know why.

“You did good," Nate repeated. “It doesn’t feel that way…I mean it does and yet it doesn’t,” Kole mused, moving to rub at his nose which was growing colder. He shifted so that his hands were crossed tightly across his chest. He sighed and his breath was so hot that it showed in a cloud.

"You did what you had to do, we can't ask any more of you little brother. You took care of the body, you didn't leave anything behind pointing to you or the family. I'm...proud of Kole. You're handling this like a man, that's admirable. It's not easy, the first time but it helps knowing that what you did protected your family. It protected Dylan and Charlee, Lincoln and Victoria, and it protected Jonah,” Nathanial continued, his compliments sincere. Kole rubbed at his forehead. In some ways he was surprised that he had been on the job for years and had never killed someone. But this was different – he had planned that murder in the time he had. While he had made the decision to act on his own suddenly and carried it out beautiful it scared him that it came so naturally. He had graduated through crimes and had now committed the worst. But the man had been a threat? “It’s hard to justify,” Kole admitted. “I can and yet I can’t. I don’t know why. I knew I would have to do this at some point, but I never expected to be hit by it so hard.”

Nate’s phone began to ring then and Kole shifted to look at his friend directly, watching him open the voice and hearing the cold words of his adoptive father on the other end. He knew immediately that Jonathon had likely come into his office and been unhappy to find it empty. He shivered, and tensed his shoulders and Nate gestured towards the door, adding, "C'mon, the boss is waiting for us."

Kole paused, watching Nate elegantly move across the balcony and into the house. He held open the door for him and Kole moved then to step back inside, the warmth something that he was incredibly grateful for. He shivered again and exhaled deeply, following the second in command back to the library.

As they re-entered the room connecting with Jonathon’s office, Kole immediately laid eyes on the man he considered far more of a Dad than his own father. “Jonathon,” he greeted, his concern and moral dilemmas disappearing momentarily. “Sorry for the delay. I was here, I needed to talk to Nate first. A lot has happened,” Kole explained, knowing that any sort of pause in the evening’s proceedings and any delay in his talking and then joining the social gala was problematic. He could feel the tension Jonathon carried just by looking at him. It was the same as Nate. Both seemed uneasy to him. Meetings at the house were rare – if they ever happened it was one of his associates, not all of them at once. Today was certainly an oddity. “Just tell me first that you got word in time yesterday,” Kole asked, referring to his tip about the FBI raid the day before. He ran a hand through his short hair, the stress just coming off him then. Around Jonathon he had never been able to hide anything. Now that he had spoken to Nate he did feel some relief but still, the man in charge of everything was before him and Jonah was still as intimidating as the first day that he had met him.

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Jonah was working himself into a very impatient, irritated mood as he waited for his second in command to arrive with his adopted son. They were certainly taking their sweet time, and this was not the day to test the man’s patience. Of all days, this was actually the very last one should try such a thing. He didn’t like the plans for the evening, but he also knew he needed to be so many places at once, and the only way to make sure he could do that, was to host the meeting in his home. The mere thought made his nerves vibrate, his muscles tense. He looked towards the door to the sitting room, behind which, one would find his office.

He looked at his watch, taking in a deep breath. He was supposed to begin a meeting in mere 10 minutes. Or rather, he had not given anyone a specific time. He had only told them all to be at the manor 7:55 at the latest. At 8 they would all receive a text saying the exact same, simple, yet completely understandable thing: ”Library. Now. Slip out unnoticed.” Place, time, and caution. Key words to Jonathon in almost all ways. He did manage to check his phone another time, trying to at least use the time well. It seemed Miss Ross and Miss Siqueira had arrived.

In response to this, Jonah tapped a quick text to the new techie: ”All set up, I hope? I’m counting on you to keep overall eyes and ears on this party. Do not disappoint, Miss Siqueira.” There, that should have her set for the evening. He sincerely hoped she wouldn’t let anything slip. Dylan had recommended her, and Jonah had interviewed her himself. She was more than competent; he just hoped she could handle this job. She was rather young, after all. Of course he didn’t expect her to be allknowing, but having all conversations and the like recorded and sent directly to his computer, was a great idea. All he really meant by his text was that he hoped she had installed all of the necessary cameras. He certainly paid her enough.

The boss had remained unreadable and coldly indifferent on the outside, except to anyone who knew that Jonah only ever paced when he was very irritated, and very impatient. He stopped immediately when he heard foodsteps outside the grand doors, and he stood still, rigid as he watched the entrance to the library, eyes cold. As he spotted Nate coming inside, he didn’t move. Just stood and watched as Kole joined him. This rather got to him.

Not that Kole had been talking to Nate, but the fact that the young man had apparently thought it appropriate not to be the place requested at the time requested. Jonathon did not run business like that. If Kole hadn’t been family, the patriarch would’ve been furious. As it was, he was only mildly irritated at the show of disrespect. However, as Kole spoke, Jonathon almost felt himself soften the way he would around his other children as well. However, he refused to show that weakness right now, and so he stood still, hands still clasped behind him.

Following that act, he stiffly nodded at Kole in greeting, and raised an eyebrow at the comment about him needing to talk to Nate first. With that, Jonah looked the kid over, taking note of every little gesture, every little wavering of his gaze, and every little movement of his nose. Nothing went past Jonathon as his gaze seemed to look right through Kole, and it didn’t take him long to deduct that something was definitely off. His son seemed almost guilty of something. What had happened then? And why wasn’t he already spilling the beans?

Jonathon sighed when Kole instead spoke of the raid from the day before. He cleared his throat, relaxing his stance as he finally let the irritation ebb out. The way Kole’s eyes kept darting, and the way his stature was slightly off, made Jonah forgive the previous insolence. Only with his children did this happen. Well, them, and Nate, along with Vicky. Basically… those closest to him. With everyone else, Jonah would remain cold and removed.

He nodded, gesturing towards his office before walking there himself, holding the door open for his two companions only to close and lock it behind them. He seated himself behind his desk, not bothering to ask the others to take seats. They would – they’d been in there plenty of times both of them. Only once that was done, did the man speak, having been eerily quiet up until now.
“I did. We got everything out. The place was perfectly presentable by the time the they showed up.” He said, finally smiling at his son, a look of approval in his eyes as he got out an envelope with ten thousand bucks in it, sliding it towards the man in question. It was a bonus for a job well done, or, the Jonathon version of a thank you to someone he paid.

The second he had done this, Jonah leveled a more serious set of eyes on his adoptive son. “Now,” he began, “why don’t you tell me what’s happened? It’s clearly got you uneasy.” He glanced at Nate, his eyes silently asking him whether it was very bad or just bad. Over the years the two has learned to interpret silent looks and signals in each other. It was very useful at all times really. Like now, when Jonah wanted to know the status of something in advance. He was sure his second in command had already been let in on the news. No one else was ever really able to figure out what the pair was communicating, which was also more than a little useful.

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Jonathon Genovese, Patriarch of the Genovese family and the big man on the totem pole. The head of easily one of the largest criminal organizations on the eastern sea board and it was his kindness that turned Nathan Hagen from an orphan into a brother all in one fateful night. Jonah stood there in a suit black as night with only the silver of his expensive tie to break up the gloom of his ensemble like the moon in a dark sky. His gaze was icy and hard as diamonds but it was not out of malice yet out an assertive determination that Nate had grown to respect and admire about the man. Most merely saw him as overly critical, brutal and temperamental but when you gave as much of yourself into something the way Jonah did you were entitled to get angry when things didn't go the way they were supposed to.

The raid on the restaurant in the Upper West Side had everyone on edge, Jonah especially. If it wasn't for the quick and decisive actions of Kole they might have lost more than a few hours of business and some plates of chicken tetrazzini. Nate was dispatched with a small team to clean out the restaurant of anything incriminating long before the feds showed up after Jonahthon got the tip. The FBI achieved nothing more than ruining a few dinners and wasting their time. Despite the apparent win in the Genovese column the fact that they had come so close spoke volumes to those with enough sense to see the writing on the wall.

Their legitimate businesses were carefully covered up to ensure that on the outside they appeared to be nothing more than what they seemed. No detective or special agent should have figured anything out on their end which meant they were getting intel from somewhere else. The death of their techie rat was in order to ensure things like this didn't happen. Kinlan had been killed in late September, took a little dive off the balcony. This raid happened yesterday, which meant Theodore Kinlan wasn't their only source of of intel. Which meant their was still a snake in the grass and Nathan would flush them out, one way or another.

“Jonathon,”

Kole said as the two men entered his office.

“Sorry for the delay. I was here, I needed to talk to Nate first. A lot has happened, Just tell me first that you got word in time yesterday.”

Marinos continued as Jonah led the two men into his office and locked the door behind them. Nate said stayed silent for the most part as he took his seat at the edge of the room. Positioned next to one of the many bookshelves lining the walls it was directly beside Jonah's desk and a common place for Nathan to take up position. It put him in a good defensive position near Jonah, beneath the seat was a sawed off shotgun as always.

“I did. We got everything out. The place was perfectly presentable by the time the they showed up.”

Jonahthon finally spoke, his tone significantly less harsh then what Kole or even Nate had expected. Jonah always had a way of softening, even if it was slightly, around his children. Adopted or not Kole was Jonah's son and received the same understanding Lincoln, Charlee and Dylan got. One could say what they wanted about Jonahthon Genovese's business practices but no one could contest that he was a loving father. A fact that made Nathan proud to be at his side. Jonah slid an thick envelope across the table towards Kole, his payment and his thank you. By the size of the envelope it was one hell of a thank you.

"Jonah had sent me to take care of everything long before the dinner guests arrived."

Nate said, reaffirming Jonah's words. Referring to the feds by any other term than federal agents was a habit Nate had picked up long ago. A fear of wire tapping and prying ears put mafia men on the defensive nearly all the time. Causing them to rarely describe things completely clearly. Instead of being told to kill someone, Nate would often be told to take care or deal with someone. When the man giving the order was feeling particularly eloquent one could often times be told to do things that sounded odd or even mundane like get someone fitted for a new coat in reference to a wooden coat as in a coffin.

Even in the security of their own home these habits were picked up by everyone in the life, Nate and Jonah were no exception but these two went a step further. So tight was their bond words rarely had to even be said, Nate could pick up on what his brother needed and had it taken care of with flawless precision. Their connection was one of the reasons the Genovese rarely had serious legal troubles since they did not often make mistakes.

“Now, why don’t you tell me what’s happened? It’s clearly got you uneasy.”

Jonah said as leveled his gaze with that of his son. Nathan Hagen sat in his usual seat, his eyes on his brothers wondering if Kole was going to tell Jonah himself about what happened with the cop or if he was going to have Nate do it. He couldn't blame the man if he opted for the latter, not many men liked to deliver Jonathon Genovese bad news. Despite the fact that the threat had already been dealt with Kole's true identity had been discovered. If it could happen once it could happen again which meant the man would have to keep his head on a swivel from now on and be even more careful then he was before.

Jonah had sent the slightest of glances Nate's way. To anyone else it would have appeared as nothing more than a cursory look, something someone did out of reflex. To Nathan he knew full well what that look meant. Jonah wanted a heads up. He wanted to know the size of the pile Kole was about to drop in his lap. Nate brought his hand to his chin and mouth as he rested his elbow on the arm of the chair, his jaw tensed for the slightest of moments as his gaze flicked to Kole as if to gauge the young man's transgression. In a fraction of a second his eyes were back on Jonah's and an approving nod of his head could be seen as if Nate was silently telling Jonah that no lasting damage was done by what Kole was about to tell him. His mistake, while severe had already been taken care of after all.

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Victoria tilted her chin upward and immediate sent a seething glare at the blond MET assistant the instant she sensed the woman was about to talk back to her. It was a look she had long perfected, a mock up of something she had seen her own father do for years. It got everything done. It was hard to explain other than the fact that Victoria literally forced her will on someone. Sienna seemed to sense her dissatisfaction with the woman. No one would be paid to stand around this evening. Even the MET people would be working once everything was set up. Heidi was expected to ensure that everything was in it’s rightful place before flowing through the crowds, giving information to people who had questions. Victoria had ensured that while she was dressed nice the woman was to have her ID tag. People often wanted to know more than just the list price of a piece. They had many donated works and a half dozen pulled from Victoria and Jonathon’s own collection. It was essential that the auction run smoothly. If she wasn’t allowed in on the meeting, then she damn well was going to make sure that the cover was going to be flawless. And it would be or there were be hell to pay and her hell was a lot more retributive than her husband’s cold shot in the middle of the night.

“Heidi, please,” Sienna chided her friend. “I really need that Statue out of that room right now. Please.”

The blond looked from Victoria to Sienna, unsure at first and judging her actions. Victoria did not relent on her stare, watching as she weighed her options before conceding. Thank God.

“Right away . . . Doctor Rose,” Heidi said begrudgingly before stalking off into the dining area and ballroom that had been turned into a miniature gallery and auction house for the evening. Victoria licked her lips and watched as the woman walked, not removing her gaze from her back until she was out of sight. Glancing over at Sienna then, she smiled warmly in return to the woman’s gentle expression.

“I'm really sorry about Heidi,” she apologized. “Don’t fret about her. She’s had a grudge against me since I went to the MET with the event proposal and she was saddled with me,” Victoria smiled, sighing deeply and warming to the presence of a familiar, friendly and understanding face. She knows how hard this is. She may not have been here for over a decade but she knows.

It was obvious they were friends of some sort. It made her uncomfortable to think that Sienna was friendly with Heidi’s crowd. It was a group of people that continued to reject her, no matter how hard she tried or how long she worked towards it. She was an outsider – her family was too – but she hated them all. They did not know hardship. None of them. Judgment was a hard thing to take when the people judging had no idea what sort of life she led. There were still a great deal of people within their regular social crowd who thought Victoria was a gold-digger. Many people knew she was from Wyoming and that was where it came from. The rumors had daunted her initially but as she had become accustomed to New York, they in turn became compliments. She had enough presence for them to care and worry about her. They also were all at her event which said something. If they really didn’t like her or respect her they wouldn’t even come.

“It's good to see you too!” Sienna beamed, moving to hug her gently andV Victoria reciprocated, her movement genuine. “It has been a long time, a really long time but you invited me!”

“What do you mean? I checked the guest list…” Victoria said, her eyes narrowed. Jonathon would throw a fit if she got in on a whim. Familiar faces even weren’t allowed unless they were approved. The staff would know. They should know.

Before her thoughts could spiral even more out of control her questions were answered. “I'm here with the MET. I'm leading your Auction. Oh and there's something I should really discuss with you too first.” Sienna smiled “It's nothing too horrendous . . . Just a small problem, I promise!”

“Well she referred to you as Doctor Rose. So I’m assuming you went back to school then? And now you’re working for the MET?” Victoria asked, as if to clarify with the woman just what she was doing. Victoria clasped her hands together as she thought through what the woman had said. “What is this problem? From what you’ve said, I’m thinking one of the statues was vandalized?” she asked, exasperation taking her tone. “Please tell me that everything else is okay.” She was desperately trying to hide the concern she felt growing not only for her husband but for the gala itself. It was the same deep welling concern that had made her lash out on the catering staff. She didn’t want to know about mistakes. She wanted them fixed as quickly as possible instead.

“Let’s do a walk through, before everyone else arrives,” she sighed, biting her tongue. “I’m sorry to be all business Sienna. We will talk when things get running."





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Jonathon was searing and yet steely. The mans’ resolve was more than enough to make Kole uncomfortable. He had learned through the years not to squirm. Fidgeting had only ever served to make Jonathon more irritable. He could tell that the tight timeline of the evening had Jonathon concerned on top of the fears of having his business convene within the mansion. He didn’t want to throw a hitch into things. He had been early for once only he hadn’t wanted to wait to say something. But that was no saving grace when they had been absent. Why Nate had chosen for them to go outside he didn’t know. For then, however, he was there and that was all that mattered. He could deal with Jonathon’s icy demeanor and the daggers for eyes he possessed due to his stress and concern. And it was just that to Kole. He knew what it meant when the man looked at his did. To a stranger Jonathon looked ready to kill someone but to Kole the man looked concerned for the safety of his family. It was an odd look to have but he appreciated it. He wanted to hug him, to relax, to be at ease but it was too contentious. For the first time in six weeks he was seeing his adoptive father in person but there was no joy in it for now. Just business.

Jonathon raised an eyebrow at his comment and Kole ran a hand through his hair, wanting to just transfer the images he continued to see in his head to the man in front of him so that he would understand in an instant. Kole swallowed, his chest feeling tighter as mild anxiety kicked in, stress over what Jonathon would think, what he would say. For all he knew how to read about Jonathon, Kole still couldn’t predict what he would do. It depended on his mood and who he had just seen before hand which was relatively masked for the moment and unknown.

Dutifully he followed Jonathon into his office, keeping his head low and his arms cross across his chest tightly. He felt chilled from standing outside still and now that he was tense and unnerved again he was uncomfortable. He had sat in Jonathon’s office many times, even fooled around in there once or twice two with a few weapons. But it was always a tense room with a bold aura that spoke of business and seriousness. It was the same when he stepped in and took a seat across from Jonathon’s desk, balancing his elbows on his knees and hunching forward to hold his head in his hands and rub his temples.

“I did. We got everything out. The place was perfectly presentable by the time the they showed up,” Jonathon finally answered. That was a relief to him. Kole exhaled deeply and turned his cheek to Jonah momentarily, glancing up at Nate who stood in his regular spot next to a bookshelf to Jonathon’s right. "Jonah had sent me to take care of everything long before the dinner guests arrived,” Nate added and Kole nodded, reassured by that fact, knowing that if he had been late with the tip he would have been given a lecture on his importance, on how he needed to come through, how he had screwed them over. “That’s good,” he murmured, more to himself than to either of the other two in the room. Kole looked back up at Jonathon, having up until then looked away from him for the most point.

“Now, why don’t you tell me what’s happened? It’s clearly got you uneasy,” Jonathon asked clearly. Kole averted his gaze the moment his adoptive father looked over at his second command. He knew the look, how he would look at his brother with nothing but a glance and take away from it a swath of information. It still baffled him how well they could read each other – and how poorly Jonathon was connected to his blood brother.

“I…” he started, only to pause and knit his eyebrows. He exhaled and shifted then so that he was reclining into his seat. Kole tilted his head back and brought his hands to his eyes. “I was found out. When I sent you the tip, some handler had somehow been following me and my calls. I noticed that he had logged onto my computer somehow and I watched him leave to get files. I tapped into his email and found out his address through the information. I prepared and I waited and as soon as he came in…I killed him.”

Kole paused then, just as he had with Nate. He held his tongue between his teeth, evaluating his words, running over what he had just said in his head. “I used the burner gun you gave me. I have it. I took the files he had on him. I dragged him into the basement, blew the gas line, made sure the body and any remnants that he had been shot were close to be incinerated, and it was done…clean.”

At that he opened his suit jacket and pulled a manila envelope from his inner pocket, sliding it across Jonathon’s desk beside the thick stack of money he had been offered. Blood spatter speckled the folder and his fingers twitched when he saw it.

“He knew exactly what I had been doing. Somehow he knew a few of our code words, there's a list in there. He knew right away that I had tipped you off about the raid but he apparently didn’t have a chance to tell his people. I checked through everything of his and he hadn’t told anyone. I’m safe, for now anyways,” he concluded. “I needed to say something to Nate. I laid low last night. I thought about coming straight here but I knew it wouldn't make sense. They know I'm here tonight. It's just always there. I close my eyes and I see him and then when it's not him...I see my father.”

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Jonah’s gaze was thoughtfully on the gun rack on the wall behind his second in command as he waited for a silent message to be delivered, and for Kole to dump whatever had him fidgeting, on Jonah’s already overly burdened shoulders. It took no noticeable time for Nate to give an almost indistinguishable nod of his head, and with that, Jonah felt a small level of relieve. For a second there he thought his son had been discovered. He turned his gaze back onto Kole, once more the cold businessman by all appearances, his eyes unreadable as they watched the man bringing news.

The immediate hesitation after only Kole’s first word, however, brought all that worry right back. Had Nate judged the situation properly, Kole only overreacting, or was his best friend at fault here? Lately Jonah hadn’t been quite sure what was going on with Nathaniel, but something was definitely gnawing at the male. Jonathon knew the other man well enough to tell as much, even if Nate denied it when Jonah inquired. The crime boss’ eyes remained intensely trained on the young man he considered a son.

His next words froze Jonah in his seat. Fuck. On the outside, no difference could be seen on his face, but his insides were recoiling at the news. This brought his son into so much danger, Jonah briefly wondered if maybe Vicky had been right that Kole wasn’t ready to be sent into the field like that. Had his own father experienced this sort of anxiety when Jonah himself had entered the business? No, probably not. Jonah had been part of the family business himself since he was a kid. Besides, his father had been a different character than Jonah himself. Less driven, yet colder – more hardened by what he had seen, and unable to let go of it to be there for his family even mentally.

Jonah placed an elbow on his desk, resting his chin between a couple of fingers of the upraised hand, leaning forwards only a little. Had he been with most others, he would’ve remained rigid, but he had no particular image to uphold with the two men in the room. He raised both of his eyebrows, relieve, yet also a weird sense of reservation, coursing through him when Kole informed him that he had killed the handler in question. Relieve because part of him knew that meant at least the most urgent action in this case had already been done, but at the same time, reservations… because, well, the fatherly side to Jonah knew this event was tearing his son apart on the inside.

Jonah himself could hardly remember his feelings during his first kill. He had been 11 years old when someone had snuck into their house, aiming to abduct Jonah to use against his father. The man hadn’t counted on Jonah himself keeping a gun under his pillow, so when he had tried to grab the young boy, shots had been fired. Right through the guy’s torso. Of course the house buzzed with activity with that sound, but the problem had been taken care of. By an 11 year old. See, he remembered the details clearly, and the look on the man’s face: shock. But Jonah had forgotten his initial feelings.

He gave a slight nod of his head to indicate he’d heard and dealt with the news, after which, Kole continued. He wasn’t surprised to hear that Kole had been thorough and done as Nate and himself had told him to, but he was rather pleased, in a morbid sort of way. Glad the man was out of the way, but again, he couldn’t help but think of the psychological effects of his. Kole was a good kid; he always had been. He wasn’t meant to be in this life, and Jonah knew it, but it was too late to pull him out now. That would only seem suspicious.

Jonah’s eyes flicked briefly to the manila folder soon slid his way and as they reverted back to Kole, the older male took it in his hands, opening it while listening to Kole’s other words. He paid no attention to the blood; it was nothing all that new to him. Again, Jonah was completely expressionless. At least while his son spoke of the specifics regarding the business. He had just taken out the papers given to him when Kole’s last sentence was spoken. Jonah paused immediately, looking over the papers at the speaker. He carefully and meticulously put the papers back on his desk.

Then, Jonah sighed, his eyes showing that glint of fatherly worry and compassion. For once in a very long time, Jonah was unsure of what to do, although it didn't actually show. Kole’s birth father had been a shitty one in every way possible. The man had not even had a sliver of loyalty towards the men he worked for in the crime world, and as for his woman and child, Daniel Merideros had been negligent at best. Then he’d died in Kole’s arms when the guy had been a mere teenager. The man had been the victim of a drive by, and although Jonah sympathized with the pain of losing one’s father, actually having him die in your arms… he still couldn’t bring himself to care that the man had died.

Kole had ended up in a better place ultimately, and Jonah had nothing nice to say of men who downright mistreated their families. However, as it was, his son was clearly having a whole lot of problems with this, and as such, Jonah rose from his seat – a motion that automatically made everyone else in the office rise as well. Then he took smooth strides, bringing him to his son. Jonah was only a little taller than the 24 year old, but his stance was much prouder and much straighter – much more controlled. As such, Jonah places a hand on Kole’s shoulder, looking into his eyes as he spoke.

“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.” He sighed then, pausing as he glanced at Nate out of the corner of his eye, before his eyes became all the more serious, on Kole once more, with his next words. “Your father was not your fault, Kole. There was nothing you could’ve done to help him, and you need to know that.”

This… was a sort of peptalk. Jonah was letting his more paternal side show, although it was difficult in this situation because his interests were so scattered. He hated that Kole had had to do what he’d done, because he could see the toll it was taking on him so very clearly; see the pain and guilt in his eyes. Yet, again, he needed to make Kole realize he had done the right thing, because he had. It had been his only choice aside from going down, and maybe accidentally taking Jonah with him. Or at least partly.

Of course Jonah secretly wished the kid had merely called him or Nate to help him out, so that he wouldn’t have gotten himself in that deeply. Time had obviously been of the essence, however, and the patriarch understood as much. That didn’t mean he had to like it, though.

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...you have nothing to feel guilty about...

Jonah's words rung in Nathan's mind the tolls of a church bell at a funeral. Nothing to feel guilty about? Nate couldn't be quite sure he agreed. Would he had done the same thing in Kole's position? Of course, but to believe that there was nothing to feel guilty about was a lie. Nathan's jaw tensed as his mind turned inward. "The hell are we doing? What the hell have we become... What have I allowed us to become?" Nate scolded himself within the confines of his own mind. The grim realization that Kole may very well be well on his way to follow in Nate's path shook the man to the core and caused him to be revolted at himself. He licked his lips as if he'd tasted something foul before getting to his feet.

It was only then that he realized that Jonah was now standing at Kole's side, his hand on his shoulder in compassion. The duality of their lives baffled Nathan at times but it was moments like these that helped him to retain his sanity. In the same breath that he commended the young man for murdering a man for only doing his job Jonah showed a compassion to his inner turmoil that was admirable. The sight served as a candle in the darkness and chased away the shadows creeping into Nathan's psyche, even if only for the moment.

Hagen checked his watch impatiently as he realized, one of his least favorite people was late for the meeting as usual.

"Any idea where the fuck Tony is?"

Nathan asked, his distaste for the greasy casino hound evident in his harsh words.

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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.”