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Nate Hagen

"Nothing counts as much as family, everybody else are just strangers."

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

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Nathaniel "Nate" Hagen

Brother From Another Mother

"Nothing counts as much as family, everybody else are just strangers."


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Full Name:| Nathaniel Hagen
Nicknames:| "Yeah, I picked one up in the ring..." Ice Man
Age:| "..."36
Gender:| "..." Male
Orientation:| "..." Heterosexual
Originally From:| "Hell's Kitchen, moved to the east side with the folks when I was still in diapers." Midtown West
Currently Living:| "I live with the rest of the family" Upper East Side
Occupation:| "You really don't wanna know the things I do every day" Number two in the Genovese family and second only to Jonathon himself. He is Jonah's top enforcer and his most trusted friend. If anyone wants to get to Jonathon Genovese or his family they have to get through Nate Hagan which is no simple task. The safety and security of the family and their assets falls to Nate, it's his job to make sure everything is running smoothly and no one is trying to get greedy. Anyone steals from the family and it's Hagan who kicks their door in and starts breaking bones. His other primary duty is to keep an eye out and consequently hunt down any moles or rats within the organization. He's slit the throat of many a fool who thought they could infiltrate the Genovese family and will always be there to protect them.

Likes:|
+ A quiet dark room
+ Sparring at the gym
+ Jack Daniels
+ Writing
+ Sketching portraits
+ The Genovese
+ MMA
+ FC: Liam Hemsworth
+ Jonah
+ Rose

Dislikes:|
+ Anyone who tries to weasel their way too close to the family
+ Traitors
+ Being deceived
+ Weakness, mainly in himself
+ Recklessnes
+ FC: Jonathan Rhys Meyers
+ Suprises
+ FC: Zoe Saldana
+ Liars
+ Himself

Fears:| "I've got more than a few things that keep me up at night..."
+ Nate is his own greatest fear or more specifically who he's become. He'll come home, covered in blood and not recognize himself in the mirror. He'll wash the blood off and clean himself up but to him it's always there, dripping from his hands. The things he's done and the people he's hurt, it's always been justified to him and he wouldn't take it back yet there is a piece of him that is revolted at who he is now. Terrified of what now prowls the city streets all in the name of family. He's forged himself into a weapon and he's never even realized it and now there's is nothing he can seem to do but sit back and watch the carnage and that frightens him right down to the very core of his being. The fact that in his quest to protect the only family he's lost himself and turned into something ugly is something that haunts Nate and is the source of the pain that seems to always be in the eyes of the man who has designated himself as protector of the Genovese.

+ Failing to protect his family. Nate feels lucky, blessed even, to have his friends family take him in after his folks died. He is willing to go through any hell, even one of his own making, to keep them from harm. The concept that he won't be strong enough or fast enough or smart enough to be there for them when they need him is something that always plagues his mind accounting for his over protectiveness of the family members and the aggressive mistrust with which he treats outsiders.

+ His last greatest fear is to allow someone into his dark, dark life. To submit someone else to the life he leads, to force someone through the shackles of love to labor through a life of danger and bloodshed is something Nate cannot handle. He doesn't date seriously and he doesn't let people in to his heart and mind. Even his best friend and brother through bond Jonah doesn't know how deeply Nate fears this.

Secrets:| "Things I keep hidden need to stay that way."
For someone like Nathaniel Hagan a murder may seem like a trivial thing and it can be but three murders in particular haunt Hagan more than most for these murders were not ordered by Jonah. They were not called for by Victoria or required to keep the family safe. These murders were committed because of Nate's growing inability to control himself. He is often sent out to make examples of people who try and cheat Jonah or are late to pay debts. Hagan would usually be sent to beat a little reason into them but something has been happening to Nate's that scares him to death. During his "questioning" Hagan loses control and blacks out. It's not till there's a body, beaten to a bloody pulp at his feet does Nate realize what he's done. This has happened three times in total but nearly happened another two times yet Nate was able to barely restrain himself. This inner savagery and rage is beginning to eat away at Nate's psyche and he's beginning to fear he's losing his mind. He fears that if someone were to discover the murders he's committed and consequently covered up, that his position would be called into question and his ability to protect his only family would be taken away from him.

Hobbies:| "So you wanna know what I do with my me time huh?"
To the rest of the family Nate Hagan is only known to have one hobby outside of work. That's his time spent in the MMA gym where he trains, works out, spars and fights. This time at the gym is a way for him to hone is considerable fighting skill and more importantly a way for Nate to clear his head. After a rough day or when his nerves are getting to him Nate often goes to the gym to let off a little steam.

Something most people don't know however is that Nate is a gifted writer and artist. He has a true gift for making portraits of people either from pencil or charcoal his drawings are really quite good and one of the things he shared with Rose when they were young. She pushed him to continue his craft and the two of them spent hours together as Nate worked. He has more than a few portraits of Sienna hidden away in his penthouse. His writing is also quite talented, albeit a little dark.

Talents:| "My job."
Nate is a hell of a shot with most fire arms and a gifted knife fighter but his true combative talent comes in unarmed combat. He's fought and trained for years in MMA and as such has become a dangerous man to square off against. He's killed armed men with his bare hands on more than a few occasions and has a reputation for it. He's known as the most dangerous man around to go one on one with, his monacre of "Ice Man" comes from the speed in which he knocks his opponents out cold.

Deficits:| "Anything other than my job."
The biggest weakness Nathaniel has is actually his own mind and behavior. His mental state borders on unstable and he struggles to keep himself in check. He deals with anger management and rage filled black outs. He worries that these episodes are going to get worse and hopes he can bury them.

In his attempt to find salvation from his violent explosions Nate has unfortunately hoped to find a helping hand at the bottom of a bottle of Jack Daniels. This threatens to develop into full blown alcoholism if Nate can't find some balance in his life soon.

Weapons:| "Yeah I carry, rarely need it though."
On a shoulder holster, under his suit jacket Nate always carries a sig and sauer p226. He is also known to usually have a butterfly knife on him somewhere.

The pistol and the knife are his daily side arms but Nate's personal stock back home includes dual Colt 1911's, three Glocks, a 45 caliber Magnum revolver, two 9mm Berettas and a Walther PPK. The weapons just went up from there. He has two shotguns. A Benelli 12 guage tactical shotgun, his personal favorite out of the two. The secondswas a Mossberg 500. A big mean pump action for when it was time to get down and dirty. The final pieces in his fire arm arsenal were three assault rifles that were more than a tad illegal to own. The most high tech of the three was the Beretta RX4 Storm Carbine. Highly advanced, lightweight with a solid ammo capacity and pin point accuracy. The second was a military grade M-16. He'd been through hell and back with that gun on more than one occasion for the Genovese. The final rifle was a highly customized HK416 Assault Rifle complete with red dot lazer sight, tactical flashlight and stability grip. Beyond that he had a few more knives knives and a the pride of his collection. A M107 50 cal sniper rifle.

Personality:| "..."
To those in the Genovese family and most people he deals with on a daily basis Nate Hagan is stoic, quite, reserved, fierce and dangerous. The kind of guy who stands by Jonahthon Genovese's side without a word and keep's his watchful gaze on everyone coming and going, ready to snap them in two at a moments notice. His silence however is never taken for being complacent or unintelligence. Everybody knows that Hagan is watching everyone all the time and looking for the slightest signs of disloyalty. He is not one to speak much and tends to let his actions speak for him. His loyalty to Jonah is beyond question and would lay down his life for the man in an instant. He is wiling to die for any member of the family and they all know it.

The inner workings of Nathan's personality are the truly fascinating facets however for his desire for solitude and disgust of his own being speak to his fragile mental state. He suffers in silence as he puts his duty to his family above all things. He turns to his outlets of mixed martial arts, of his artistic endeavors, and most recently whiskey to help sooth the raging storm that is his mind but they can only do so much. No one knows how truly close to instability Nate really is but he is getting dangerously close to the tipping point. His quiet brooding is often the only sign of his inner torment.

History:| Young Nathan Hagan was born in Hells Kitchen but moved to the east side with his family who were long time employees of the Genovese. Jonah and Nate grew up together and are as close as brothers. When Nathan's parents died the Genovese took him in, unofficially adopting the boy and making the bond to the family all that more real. The only thing Nate ever had that was outside of what he gained through the family was Rose. A friend from a family that did in fact work for the Genovese but she had no part of it. She was different from everyone else Nate had interacted with up until that point. She was kind, caring, genuine and pure. The two became fast friends and even a bit past that. Nate feared allowing himself to fall for the girl but he had little control over it in the end. Throughout their friendship Sienna nurtured a different side of Nate. A softer side where he pursued his own happiness and joys as opposed to constantly toiling in his his self imposed duty to others. She sought to curb his natural pension for violence and ween him off the dependency for the Genovese and the life of crime. She was the only truly positive influence in his life throughout their youth the two ran around the city and as if they owned the whole city. Their friendship really changed the day they finally were intimate. The passionate night promised to change both of their lives but the next day Sienna told him she was leaving New York and asked him to come with her. Told him to choose between her and the Genovese. Nate was racked with uncertainty but relented to the one thing he knew, loyalty. He stayed in New York and Sienna was gone. IN a way he was grateful for he feared for her if she stayed with him. He'd become very closed off and distant after she left and gave himself wholly to his work and role as guardian of the family.

Miscellaneous:| Nate has a host of tattoos and has three vehicles he drives most often. A Lamborghini Murciélago LP640 for when he's driving around the city on business. His true baby however is a Harley Davidson Fat Boy Lo for when Nate get's some time to hit the highway and be alone with his thoughts.

So begins...

Nate Hagen'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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Genovese Mansion
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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Character Portrait: Victoria Genovese Character Portrait: Adrianna Scott Character Portrait: Jonathon Genovese Character Portrait: Anthony "Tony" Rizzo Character Portrait: Nate Hagen Character Portrait: Kole Marinos
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The setting changes from manhattan-new-york to Genovese Mansion

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Rizzo was.

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

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Sienna sucked in a deep breath. The fair skin on her cheeks turning a natural pink in the cold New York winter night as she walked through the gates and headed for the front door of the mansion. It had been over thirteen years she had last step foot here . . . Yet this street was so familiar. Everything was so very much the same. On the outside nothing appeared to have changed . . . But she had changed.

Approaching the doors, she was stopped by two men dressed in dark suits. The bodyguards. Why wasn't Sienna surprised? Nothing changed at this Manhattan address. In fact she wouldn't have even come here tonight had it not concerned the MET. It was business, she reminded herself. She would do her job and as soon as the Auction was over she would be out of there.

Nothing to worry about . . . But then why was her heart racing?

“Name please?” Stated one of the bouncers as Sienna stopped in front of them, Alexander McQueen Clutch in hand.

“Sienna Rose.” She replied simply and waited as the man scrolled through a list on his iPhone.

“Doctor Rose?”

“Yes.” Sienna smiled “I'm here from the MET.”

“Go right in.” The bouncer smiled back.

“Thank you.” Sienna replied as the double doors opened and her anxiety increased a notch.

A row of servants stood in a receiving line inside and at the door stood the butler.

“Hello Pierre.” Sienna beamed at the shock on the old man's face.

“Miss-Miss, Miss Rose?” He stammered in disbelief.

“How are you Pierre?” Sienna asked, a smile still crossing the warm features of her face as she declined a glass of Champagne from one of the servants.

“Well, I-I was well enough until I laid eyes on you!” The butler breathed and then beamed brightly as he pulled Sienna into a fatherly embrace.

Sienna laughed softly as she patted his back with a hand and closed her eyes as she hugged the kind old man tight and pulled back. Pierre had always had a certain calming affect on her, which Sienna was so very grateful for right now.

She looked at the other servants. Some she recognised, other newer faces she did not. The one's she did know however were clearly bursting to get out of line and come speak to her but did not Sienna knew in fear of being strongly reprimanded.

She waved at them and giggled as she offered a hello to the group which was returned by excited yet suppressed Hello Miss Rose's and Welcome back Miss Rose's and It's so good to see you again Miss Rose's.

Sienna breathed in deeply, her apprehension about being here lifting slightly. It really was good to see the Genovese Staff. They were all so lovely and kind. Many, like Pierre here had known her her whole life. It was like meeting with long lost yet beloved family.

“Well now, let's have a look at you.” Pierre held Sienna's attention again as he placed both of his hands on her upper arms. “Wait, let's have your coat Miss Rose.” He said suddenly as he came around to her back and slipped her long black coat off her shoulders.

Sienna shrugged out of it a little self conscious. She hadn't been to a Upper East Side Event in fourteen years . . . and the waters could be quite treacherous.

Feeling uncertain Sienna unheeded the gasps of delight and amazement from the line of servants. Lifting her shoulders nervously as Pierre came around once again to face her, Sienna smiled slightly as she pulled her long loose curls over one shoulder and ran her hands down the strapless dark green gown slitted on one side up past her thigh.

“So do you think I'll fit in, like old times?”

She would not normally be worked up about the way she looked or what she wore. However, today she did not at all wish to be noticed and stand out overtly or in any other way. It was bad enough that she had ventured into this part of town. Once her home. But now she just wanted it to be done with so she could go back home to the Upper West Side, no one the wiser that the Socialite Sienna Rose had returned.

“My dear!” Pierre exclaimed “You'll more then fit in! All eyes will be on you.”

“That's what I was afraid of.” Sienna said half joking and fully worried.

Pierre chuckled as he put an arm around Sienna and they began walking.

“I know someone who would be more then happy to see you.” Pierre stated with an easy smile.

Sienna's heart rate had quickly escalated, increasing severely as her fingers twitched at her Clutch but just as quickly they relaxed at Pierre's next words.

“It is a shame Master Nathaniel isn't here.” He said.

He wasn't going to be here tonight?!

All the coiled tension of the past week as she had been preparing for this Auction released in that instant. Sienna breathed a physical sigh of relief. She had dread the moment she would have to come face to face with her past. But it seemed like it would not be tonight. That meant she could actually enjoy the auction, save for the fact that it was a Genovese Auction but for one night and for her love of Art she could over look that matter. It had nothing to do with their criminal business, thus she would try and have a good time with nothing to worry about tonight except the pieces of work being delivered here, which they already should have according to her schedule.

Sienna turned to Pierre as they stopped.

“Do you know Pierre whether the piece's for the Auction have arrived safely?”

“Why, yes Miss Rose they have.” He replied a little struck by her curious question. “But why do you ask?”

“It's my job to.” Sienna said with a wide smile and a quick wink “You're looking at the new Lead Art Curator of The Metropolitan Museum of Art in New York City.”

Pierre broke out in another grin of his own as he hugged Sienna again.

“I can't believe it!” He exclaimed pulling away “Well, I mean . . . I can of course! But your dream! I always knew you could do anything you put your mind to. I remember when you used to drag young Master Nathaniel there almost every weekend. He would always go so very grudgingly but I always knew deep down inside he enjoyed going as much as you. Would it be out of place for me to say I've never been more proud of you my dear?”

“Not at all!” Sienna laughed softly as she was pulled in for another hug. “ You know what you think means so much to me.”

Kissing the man's weather cheek as she pulled away. The beaming curve of his mouth no less then that of a proud fathers.

“Can you direct me to where it is being kept?” Sienna asked “I'm suppose to meet with my colleagues and Mrs Genovese there and I fear I'm already late! Not the best first impression is it?”

“You could not leave a bad impression on anyone if you tried my dear.” Pierre smiled broadly “Right this way.”

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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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What do you mean? I checked the guest list . . .” Victoria's eyes narrowed as she contemplated Sienna's words.

Obviously she hadn't been the first choice of guests to their Gala. It gave Sienna an internal chuckle. She was sure Jonathon Genovese would have a violent outburst if he knew Sienna was invited.

She had known the man her whole life and often times the tension between them was created because Sienna was not afraid to let him know clearly what she thought of him and his business.

If there was anything close to hate Sienna could feel then that was what she felt for Jonathon Genovese. Dislike was too much of a weak word to describe the all-engulfing anger that she felt towards the man. As far as she was concerned it was all his fault . . .

Sienna pushed the bitter thought away before she could finish the end of that sentence and smiled at Victoria as she answered the woman's wandering thoughts.

“I'm here with the MET. I'm leading your Auction. Oh and there's something I should really discuss with you too first . . . It's not 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 questioned with more interest then Sienna wished to discuss.

“Umm, yes.” She said trying to side step the first question. “I er finished school.”

Sienna had been half way through her second year at Columbia when she had just up and left . . . or at least that's what people must have felt she had done, when in actual fact there was so much more then that to it.

If she had stayed, Sienna knew she would have become more bitter then she had already felt at that time. Everything had been so up in the air. Things had been changing for the worse. Power had been changing hands with the Genovese's . . . Nathaniel was becoming more involved with the business. Her relationship with him had changed . . . She wanted out and to get away from it all . . . for both of them. But he had made his choice and she had made hers . . . All she had to do was look at her son to know she had made the right and best decision she could by him.

She had to start all over again when she enrolled in University after having Landon and it had been a hell of a lot of hard work, having a baby and trying to study at the same time. But she had worked hard for years and did it.

“Yes. I'm with the MET now.” Sienna continued “I've only been there for three weeks actually, so it's all been a bit of a mess. The person who held my position before me unfortunately died suddenly so figuring everything out that he had going on has been keeping me so busy and then the Auction too. But hopefully things should start calming down soon.”

In fact, she had started work, straight the next day after her flight to New York landed. It had all happened so quick. The job offer, packing, working with a Realtor over the phone and email to find a place on the Upper West Side and then finally coming back. It had been non-stop, even now and Landon had not been too happy either. Why were they flying over France and England and he couldn't stop to stay a few days with his old friends? He had sulked all the way through the long flights.

Sienna still felt incredibly guilty about that but there had been no time. And Landon had come round in time as she knew he would as the sight of New York brought back his natural enthusiasm to life . . . but that did not stop the compunction she still felt dragging the poor boy from place to place since he was ten. She would just have to make it up to him. Only that would ease her conscious.

“What is this problem?” Victoria questioned grabbing Sienna's attention again “From what you've said, I'm thinking one of the Statues was vandalized? . . . Please tell me that everything else is okay.”

Victoria tried to hide it but Sienna could sense the other woman's uneasiness about the whole event and her stress levels rising. Sienna smiled softly as she placed a gentle hand on Victoria's arm.

“Look,” She said “Take a deep breath and relax, you're doing fine.” Sienna smiled “And don't worry about the Statue, sure some vital things are broken,” She tried not to laugh “ but it's just a slight problem and I'm working on a solution as we speak.”

“Let's do a walk through, before everyone else arrives.” Victoria sighed “I'm sorry to be all business Sienna. We will talk when things get running.”

“That's perfectly fine. I completely understand.” Sienna replied actually relieved.

Business she could do. Talking, on the other hand, especially about herself and her life was something she did not like to discuss at all. And she just knew that as more people arrived and recognised her, she would be dodging questions left and right. One less person to talk on personal matters with made all the difference to Sienna. So she intended to stick to business with Victoria and when that was done . . . She would stick to the sides and avoid all human contact as was possible, until she could take her leave and slip out.

“The-” Sienna's iPhone beeped. “I'm sorry,” She said to Victoria “I just need to check this, might be something to do with the pieces up for Auction.”

Pulling her phone out of her clutch . . . And it was. It was a text from Heidi. Sienna grinned as she looked back to Victoria.

“We have a solution for your Statue problem.” She said to the woman with glee. If only everything else in her life could be fixed so easily “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 paused to think about it a moment as she tapped a finger against her lips.

“Although, if you don't want to do that . . . What we can do is put a reserve on the item say for about eighty thousand dollars and make it clear that the piece is damaged but that the Stanford's are willing to pay for the repairs which won't be more then a few thousand and of course we'll have that done through the people who do it for the MET. So with the reserve, if the bidding doesn't reach eighty thousand then it won't be sold and then you can accept the Stanford's generous offer but if it does go over the reserve then you won't loose that much . . . or if you're lucky and the people are feeling generous,” Sienna wasn't holding her breath “then you might make more.” She finished optimistically with a lift of her bare shoulders. “Of course, the decision is completely up to you.”

Sienna had given her opinion to the best of her knowledge, it was up to the Patron now . . . Everything else was perfectly set and ready to go . . .

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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.

The setting changes from genovese-mansion to Manhattan, New York

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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.