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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 MurciƩlago 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

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"Mines closer." Sienna had told Nate breathlessly finding it hard to concentrate as he lovingly touched her skin.

It would take much too long to get to the Upper East Side as she was lacking even a modicum of patience right now. They had stumbled out of the Blue Moon faster then was humanly possible.

It was beautiful outside. The streets of the Upper West Side solemn in the night as snowflakes drifted down and snow littered the streets. It all looked so magical, a winter wonderland.

Sienna pressed her rosy cheek into Nate's shoulder as they walked down the street, her hand rested over Nate's where he had his arm wrapped around her coated waist. They did not speak. There was no need.

Her building came into view. Sienna exhaled, her warm breath clouding in the chilly night air. There was no turning back after this. But there was no way she would ever want to anyway.

They entered through the glass doors that were not manned at this late hour, except by the two Security Guards they passed in the Lobby, heading towards the elevator.

"Goodnight Doctor Rose." One of the Guards said to her pleasantly.

Sienna peered over her shoulder and smiled warmly, "Goodnight." She replied before turning back to Nate as the doors to the elevator dinged open and they stepped inside. "Press P."

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The elevator ride was quiet and full of promise. Sienna nuzzled into his chest and his arms remained wrapped around her at all times. The two bodies, locked in the embrace, had hungered for each other for so long. To have finally found each other again after all this time was a blessing Nate didn't feel he deserved but was overjoyed to have been granted. For the slightest of moments the darkness crept back into his mind threatening to shatter his perfect dream. Question infected with doubt began to gnaw at him. "What is she going to say when she finds out the things you've done Nate?" "She's going to be disgusted with you, you monster.""You're a freak, an animal.""She's not going to be able to look at you!"

Sienna moved in to slid her hands under his suit jacket to better wrap her hounds around his torso. The movement chased away the wicked thoughts in an instant. Nate was grateful for the salvation she granted him as he looked down at her. He wanted to kiss her, lift her head and kiss her lovingly and passionately. She was good for him, he needed her. Maybe... Maybe there was hope for him yet.

The ding of the elevator signaled that they had reached Sienna's floor. Nate ushered her out of the elevator and let her take lead.

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Sienna wrapped her arms around Nate's torso as she felt him go suddenly tense but he relaxed instantly at her touch. The ride up was solemn. It gave time for Sienna to be grateful that Landon wasn't home and that she had been putting off the unpacking of all the boxes since she'd come back which meant her secrets would remain secrets.

The elevator dinged open and the sweet anticipation running through Sienna's being heightened. Nate pulled her out into the darkness of the open entrance hall of her apartment. The shallow light of the elevator illuminated the chess board tiles and the staircase to the right that led to the bedrooms before it closed and the darkness encompassed them.

The silence only broken by their fervent breathes. She wanted to relearn every part of him. Wanted to know who he was now. Wanted to know if he still loved her . . . Sienna wanted him. Needed him.

Slipping her fingers through his, Sienna led Nate to the stairs urging the dog out of the way who came stealthily up to Nate growling low in his throat.

"Go away." Sienna ordered pushing his snout away from Nate with a hand wishing Landon would have taken King with him.

The big beast whined before he padded away unhappily but Sienna could not care.

Stepping onto the first marble step, Sienna swiftly turned around. The advantage of a few inches just about put Sienna at eye level with Nate as she gazed up into his eyes, the lights of the big city reflecting in through the floor to ceiling windows from behind doing amazing things to Nathaniel's beautiful features.

In that moment Sienna wanted nothing more then to paint him . . . paint directly onto him, onto his skin . . .

"Are . . . Are you ever going to kiss me?" She had meant to question in a light tease but the words came out in a wanting plea Sienna had no control over.

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Nathan Hagen has lived in darkness for a long time. His world was one of brutality, pain, suffering and the compromise of ideals. All this was done for one man Jonathon Genovese, his brother and best friend. Nate has absconded from everything he loved for him. He sent the woman to whom his heart belonged away to stand by his side and protect him. He's killed, tortured, maimed, burned and slaughtered countless all for one man. The man he saw as his only true friend, the only other person who accepted him. It never occurred to Nate the price for that friendship. He never considered what he'd be giving up. There's and old saying, you don't know what you have until it's gone. Well Nathan learned that lesson well. Sienna was the light and he cast her aside. What came in her place was the darkness. Crushing and all encompassing it consumed him. The blood began to drip from his hands as he did Jonah's dirty work, all for friendship, all for brotherhood.

With each day that passed after Sienna left him Nate become more and more introverted. He rarely smiled, he rarely laughed for what was there to laugh about? Bodies weren't funny, blood didn't make him happy. She was the only thing that did and she was gone because Nate was too weak to stand up for what he wanted. Whether Nathan realized it or not he had a very dependent personality. He needed a strong influence in his life, someone to direct him. That someone had been Jonah for so long he knew little else. His loyalty was beyond question because of his tenure and devotion. That didn't mean he was happy. His guilt ridden conscious plagued him at every turn. It refused to allow him the slightest bit of happiness. Love, joy, peace were all strangers to Nate that had left him the day Sienna did.

His mind struggled to cope over the years as the darkness corrupted him. He tried to rationalize it, make sense of what he had to do. Telling himself it was for the good of the family only worked for so long. Then he tried to bottle it up, ignore it and just carry out what he had to do. This only served to compound the problem. Soon after the blackouts began, traumatic events where Nate would be interrogating someone who owed money to Jonah or had disrespected him only to lose himself and when he came to there would be a bloodied broken body at his feet. His hands swollen and bruised as they dripped the blood of the newly deceased. Nate's mind was breaking under the strain of his life. He couldn't handle and the night seemed endless.

That was until tonight, until her. She came back, like a winged angel come to bring relief to the damned she brought the light once more. Though small now it promised to grow if he let it, he needed only to accept it. To reach out his hand and let her into his heart was the key to his salvation. Fear was his enemy now, fear of the unknown, fear of himself, fear of betraying his family. Will was his greatest ally, will to rise above what he'd become, will to not accept his current station, will to love again. He would have to will himself to live once more, with Sienna guiding him he could do that or he would be surely lost forever.

So captivated he was he noticed nothing as she led him through her apartment. The growling dog was but background noise. The wealth of boxes littering the hallway were but scenery. She was his world, she was all he could see. Her voice filled his mind with melodious serenity as she asked him in wanting.

"Are . . . Are you ever going to kiss me?"

His hand reached up gently to caress her cheek. The same hand that had brought such pain would tonight be used for pleasure. He brought her in close and kissed her lovingly. Their lips touching and in that moment passion years hidden away reignited. From that moment on everything would be different. How fitting that a life of bullets, blades, bodies and betrayal would be ended by something so small as a kiss. Nate knew he could never leaver her again, never send her away again. He needed her and she needed him. Nothing else mattered. His hands slid down her curvaceous frame as she giggled and began tugging at the buttons of his shirt. He lead her to the bedroom as articles of clothing were left behind until they explored each others bodies passionately. Their love was born again and this time, no power in the world would come between them. The test would come in the morning. When under the pitiless light of the sun when all could be seen if Nathan's passion would be enough to save him from the doubts of his own mind. Time would tell but for tonight Nathan Hagen and Sienna Rose enjoyed the magic they made in their lovers embrace.

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Regrets were for another night . . .

A trail of shed clothing marked their path as Sienna let Nate take her where he wanted. Until there was nothing left between them and they collapsed back onto her bed. His kisses scorched her wherever they landed. Sienna met Nathaniel inch for inch in their need to learn each other all over again, to get even closer as she helped him.

Their perfervid exploration slowed as Nate suddenly stopped and gazed down at Sienna his hand tangled in her hair moved to caress her cheek. Sienna turned her face into his hand and brushed her lips to kiss the inside of his palm. All the while her eyes were locked on Nate's whose gaze was filled with so much love, passion and need that it brought tears to her eyes.

She had dreamed of him for so long.

He peered down at her almost asking her permission to continue, when there was no need. Sienna lifted her head to place the lightest of a butterfly kiss to his lips, staring straight into his eyes as her hands glided down his back to his flanks and urged him forward.

Nathaniel needed no more instruction as he advanced, swallowing her gasping moan of sheer pleasure as his lips came down hard on hers and Sienna's nails dug into his back.

Her mind rendered hazy as every movement turned into fire.



Enveloped in warmth, Sienna sighed sleepily in utter contentment as she tried to nestle down further underneath the covers, only to find moving near difficultly impossible. Confused, her eyes fluttered open to the darkness only broken by the light coming through the large glass panes lining one side of the room.

Something heavy lay draped across her waist and a solid presence fastened to her back. Sienna almost gave a start when she realized it was Nate.

He's still here . . . So I didn't dream it all. Thought Sienna in a joyous daze as she ran her fingers gently in disbelief over his muscled forearm that lay on her, almost afraid that he'd disappear if she touched him the wrong way.

But he was real . . . Stalwart.

Taking in all of him as he surrounded her. His lean chest fixed to her back, his hand resting on the flat of her stomach, his warm even breath tickling the fine hair on the back of her neck. Sienna twined her fingers through his.

"Dreams over baby."

Sienna whispered to herself deflated at the realization that in a few hours she would somehow have to tell him that nothing had changed, that she still felt the same way she did all those years ago and . . . and that they couldn't be together.

Salty tears stung Sienna's eyes as she tried to move away from the heartbreaking comprehension and lifted slightly on her elbow to see that the time read 4.35am on the digital clock on the nightstand only to be pulled back down and not too gently at that.

Sienna managed to turn around to face him. Nate's arm tightened around her, pulling her closer against him as a sound of displeasure came out from between his lips. She was amazed to find he was still deeply sound asleep. An amused smile etched her lips.

Her eyes adjusted to the dark, examining him properly for the first time in fourteen years. Nathaniel had changed so much physically. Her fingers lightly traced the many tattoos that covered his shoulder. They hadn't been there before. There was also so much more of him now, rippling muscles everywhere, arms, legs, shoulders, back, torso. The last time they had made love Nate had probably been less then half the size he was now. Not that it mattered to her how he looked. He could be completely bald and have a beer belly and she would still want him regardless. It was his soul that called to her.

It just worried her how he got this way. Because Sienna knew what it was . . . The MMA. She used to hate watching him fight! Every punch, every kick headed his way almost had her heart jumping out of her chest. Even the thought of it now caused her heart to beat faster and her breathing becoming rapid.

Sienna didn't ever want to think about anything that would hurt Nathan. He was her heart . . .

And tonight had been so mind-blowingly amazing. All three times. So much more then she had ever fantasied over the lonely years. It was like another first time, yet nothing like the first time.

Sienna always recalled her first time with fondness and mild hilarity. It was hard not to laugh. She had giggled all the way through as Nate had kissed her and tried to undress her. Sienna remembered how she couldn't stop giggling; in disbelief that it was Nate her best friend ever since she could remember who was undressing her and that she was about to lose her virginity to him. Luckily it hadn't stopped Nate, he had been determined to get her out of her clothes.

Yet that wasn't the funniest part. It was when she had got angry with him in between. Nate had been stopping every few seconds to ask if she was okay and that he wasn't hurting her. What he had been doing was torturing her! And Sienna had lost her temper and shouted at him to just get on with it! While she'd slapped him hard across the chest; quivering in need.

They had laughed about it after, as Sienna had lay in Nate's arms spent and he teased her that he was never doing that again with her because she was much too violent. In his defense, her hand had left a bright red mark on his chest.

She chuckled at the memory.

But that's all it was tonight too - just a memory now. Just like the first time.

The smile left Sienna's lips.

Memories that's all they ever had. It wasn't fair . . . but that was their truth. Just a few moments of blissful heaven in each others arms and then life and everything else ripped it away . . .

Running the back of her palm along his stubbled cheek, Sienna contemplated their star crossed relationship as she watched Nate sleep peacefully.

"Just because I left doesn't mean I stop loving you." Sienna whispered the words she could not say to him when he was awake.

She wasn't ready to let him go yet. They still had a few hours and Sienna would savor every moment.

Sighing deeply Sienna snuggled closer into the sanctity of Nate's large form. His arm still strewn around her; Sienna rested her head against his chest and listened to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat as she drifted back to sleep.

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

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

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

The bastard had made a move on his wife, he had tried to turn her against him, and apparently his brother had been in on it. Which meant Jonathon needed information first of all. As such, Jonah flexed his fingers, looking from his hands to the man, or dog, in question. ā€œYou know what your problem is, Rizzo?ā€ He began, squatting down to be level with the tied up Rizzo, who merely glared at him. Just as well; Jonah hadnā€™t expected an answer, so he continued. ā€œItā€™s that youā€™ve long thought yourself indispensable.ā€ Jonah straightened then, moving to browse one of the many shelves. This one had a selection of knives heā€™d collected over the years. Just like guns, Jonah was in the habit of collecting knives. These, however, were always kept in the basement.

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

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




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

Jonah, feeling rather satisfied with his revenge so far, took out his phone, speed dialing his dearest assassin. Once she picked up, Jonah spoke, his voice hard and commanding. ā€œKalista, I have a problem I need you to handle. In fact, let me rephrase that: you are handling it. Right now. I donā€™t care what youā€™re doing. I expect you to be on your way back to the mansion already.ā€ With that, the crime boss had hung up, and once the woman arrived, heā€™d shown her to the destination, made it clear that Rizzo was the target, and expressively ordered her to make it painful.

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


~~ Morning After the Gala ~~


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

And his brother was against him. Rizzo hadnā€™t know much, except the other Genovese had come to him, convincing him to go speak with Victoria. This meant that it had been his own brotherā€™s plan. That knowledge was a heavy burden on his shoulders.

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

ā€œOne of many, it seems ā€“ eyes already open. Welcome back.ā€ The last two words would be enough to let Jared know that he probably shouldnā€™t take his time in getting to the mansion. Jonah wanted to get business out of the way for the day and then maybe find time for sparring with his younger friend and business associate. The guy was one of the only ones who presented much challenge. Once sent, Jonah left his office. His wife should be out and about by now, and as he bounded down the stairs, he detected movement in the kitchen, so he slid the door open just enough for him to see and be seen, smiling just a little once he spotted his wife.

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

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Bright golden rays of light set the bedroom a blaze through the large paneled windows that made up the entire side of the bedroom.

Too bright for Winter . . . Sienna thought in her half sleep hazed state as she shifted between the heavy silken bedding. Much too bright.

Running her hand over the empty left side of the mattress, Sienna stopped suddenly, the memories of the night before flashed back. Sitting up sharply, she looked around the room . . . Only partial parts of her clothing lay haphazardly around the room where they had been shed . . . He was gone . . .

Just like that, he had left her again, Sienna thought coldly as a darkness fell over her soul. Slowly wrapping the bed-sheets around herself, she slid off the bed and went to stand by the floor to ceiling windows. Watching in melancholy as Manhattan buzzed below in the lunch time rush.

ā€œIt's for the best.ā€ She whispered to herself.

She would think on it no more. Last night had been a mistake. What had died many years before could not be brought back. They could never again be the carefree children they had once been.

Nathaniel Hagen would always have a place in her heart but never a place in her life.

As, if realizing his Masters distressing thoughts, King rubbed up against her with a low whine. Smiling down sadly at the German Shepard as she stroked his head, watching the canines eyes roll back in rapture at her touch.

ā€œTime for your walk.ā€




Showered and fresh. An hour later Sienna was strolling through the snow littered Central Park. It was the picture of winter perfection. The cool breeze teased the few tendrils of loose curls that escaped her pony tail and framed her face.

Heals crunching on the salted paths. The Park was quieter then usual with the seasonal weather. Sienna strolled through the winding paths with King on a leash, roaming this way and that sniffing out and barking at birds and squirrels.

She tried not to think about Nate. Tried her damned hardest not to think about night before. Alas, her efforts were all proving utterly fruitless!

Sienna sighed in frustration for the tenth time this afternoon as she walked out of Central Park and into the Upper East Side, when her gaze fell on the lovely little, homely, all to familiar CafƩ.

Oh no!

And then it came back to her. She was supposed to meet up with Katherine Dixon there. How could she have completely forgotten?!? Sienna palmed her face. It was all the chaos of that damn Genovese Gala!

Anything to do with the Genovese's, Sienna decided then - taking all her hurt and anger over Nate out on the whole family ā€“ to do with or remotely related to the Genovese's led to bad results!

Opening the buttons of her cream coat for comfort, pulling off her brown elbow length gloves, Sienna took a seat at one of the outside tables of Europa, her favored Coffee haunt, Sienna pulled out her phone and called Katherine.

It went to voice mail.

ā€œHi Katherine. It's Sienna. Listen,ā€ She apologized sincerely ā€œI'm really sorry but I completely forgot about our meeting. Things . . . things have just been a little crazy of a late. Anyway . . .ā€ Sienna teased looking down at her Cartier diamond encrusted watch. ā€œIt's 1.20pm on Tuesday and I'm sat outside Europa. If you feel like indulging in a very, very late brunch with rich coffee and sinfully delightful red velvet cup cakes then feel free to join me. If you can't make it, just let me know when is good for you. Can't wait to see you! And again I'm so sorry. Bye.ā€

King raised his head in inquiry as the Waitress came out and Sienna ordered a plate of the best velvet cup cakes you could find in the whole of New York, a Vanilla Cheese Cake, a cup of White Coffee and a little something for King too who would not be left out.

The Waitress looked at Sienna with curiosity. The look on her face read you can't possibly eat everything you just ordered.

Hopefully Katherine would join her.

ā€œI'll take whatever I don't finish.ā€ Sienna simply smiled in explanation.

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Jonah watched Linc get to his feet at his fatherā€™s words, replying calmly that he needed to get to class, which was fair enough all things considered. All Jonah wanted was for him to leave the room ā€“ to make it less crowded for Charlie. She was in a vulnerable position right now, and even the fact that he knew servants were still curiously poking their heads in, irritated him. So he merely nodded once, glancing at his daughter who seemed to watch him warily, like she was worried what he would do next. No wonder. After all, if he was right, she should definitely feel ashamed of her actions, and many fathers would most likely react furiously. However, Jonah was a far cry from most fathers. He had a tendency to handle things differently.

He impatiently witnessed his son saying his goodbyes before leaving with a last comment. Jonah raised a single eyebrow, hands clenching into fists briefly before he drew in a deep breath. Donā€™t be too hard on her? To be fair Jonah wasnā€™t going to be, but the fact that his son thought it was okay for him to meddle that way, got on Jonahā€™s nerves. That was a discussion for later, however, so he let Linc leave without another word. Right now was about Charlie who seemedā€¦ almost panicky. He frowned slightly. When had he ever been hard on her, truly? In all honesty Jonah had a tendency to be extremely lenient with Charlie because she was and always would be his little girl. Jonathon had always been softer with her, more accepting. Of course he was a hard man, and he expected nothing less than the utmost respect, but he wasnā€™t an unreasonable man either.

With Lincā€™s departure, Jonah finally felt like he could move in closer so he did, settling in next to his wife on his knees. He put a hand on her back, gently moving it up and down in a caress heā€™d always found calmed her a bit, and indeed it seemed to do so once more, as Vickyā€™s breathing calmed, slowing down to a point where she could control it. He leaned in to press his lips softly to her temple, breathing in her scent as his eyes once more fell on his broken daughter. She looked so small and frail, sweating and shaking. He wasnā€™t sure what sheā€™d taken, nor how much, but he had a feeling it wasnā€™t exactly harmless. How could he have let it go this far? He was her father; he was supposed to protect her. Instead heā€™d had to accompany her to get an abortion at the age of 17, and heā€™d ignored all the warming signs of drug abuseā€¦ he hadnā€™t wanted to see it. Now, however, he had to recognize that it justā€¦ added up. All of it.

Suddenly Lydia was there, and Jonah shook his head a little to clear it of the guilt clouding his every thought and he moved his hand into Victoriaā€™s hair, calming himself by playing with it absentmindedly. As he observed Lydia checking his daughter over, Jonah suddenly felt a hand on his thigh. He looked down to find his wifeā€™s hand there. He moved his free hand to cover it gently, his thumb automatically moving to caress the back of her hand. Lately it seemed like he couldnā€™t protect anyone. Charlieā€¦ Vickyā€¦ Nateā€¦ He drew in a deep breath and squeezed his wifeā€™s hand before his eyes landed on Charlie again.

When Lydia spoke to him, asking him for frozen peas in a towel he was about to move when Vicky turned to look at the servant behind them. He calmed, turning back to watch his daughter. He knew what was wrong with her, but he didnā€™t know how bad it was, which was plenty cause to worry if you asked him. He glanced at Vicky when she spoke and he sighed. Hospital, eh? He didnā€™t like the thought. Mostly because he knew theyā€™d find out exactly what was going on with his daughter, and he figured Lydia had a feeling too. There was justā€¦ something in her eyes. And well, he could tell Charlee did not wish everyone to know about the drugs. He needed to speak with her in private.

He didnā€™t speak for a while, but as he stayed quiet the maid returned with ice and he turned to watch the interaction between doctor a patient again until Vicky spoke up once more, asking Pierre to tell Dylan and Kole to come home. He sighed, shaking his head. Funny how she had this tendency to overreact. It was a real bother sometimes. ā€œVickyā€¦ā€ he started calmly, kissing her temple once more before continuing lowly, ā€œmaybe we should all just calm down for half a second. Look at Charlee. All this commotion isnā€™t good for her.ā€ But as he looked back at the butler, it seemed he was too late. Heā€™d already left to text the boys. This was all just a little too much out of his hands. He had absolutely no control of the situation and it was beginning to grate him.

He closed his eyes briefly as Lydia instructed Charlee to hold the ice herself. Then he opened them at once, looking at Lydia. ā€œI would like to speak with my daughter alone.ā€ As he added the last bit, he glanced at Victoria too but before she could say anything, he cut her off. ā€œI know you donā€™t want to leave, baby, but itā€™s important that I get to talk to Charlee in private.ā€ He looked into her eyes then, his urgent gaze fortunately enough to convince her.

The Genovese patriarch glanced back at Lydia as she spoke of going to the hospital, finally answering the question his wife had previously asked her. He nodded solemnly once sheā€™d finished, telling them to make sure she was paged when they got there. Then she left, except she added one last comment. Jonah frowned, impatient with her now. ā€œYes, Doctor Arden, I believe that is common knowledge.ā€ He snapped, not caring one bit that he was being very unlike himself when it came to her. He was usually very respectful around her, but right now she was intruding, and he rather disliked being told what to do. Especially something as base as calling an ambulance. Did she take him for a fool?

Now, he really hoped Victoria would leave Charlee to him for a bit without too much of a struggle. He really wasn't in the mood for it.