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Sienna Rose

Love removes all fear . . . But some secrets must be kept at all costs . . .

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

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Full Name:| Doctor Sienna Elizabeth Rose
Nicknames:| Called Rose by best friend Nathaniel Hagen
Age:| 34
Gender:| Female
Orientation:| Heterosexual/Straight
Originally From:| Born and Raised on the Upper East Side
Currently Living:| Upper West Side
Occupation:| Lead Art Curator at The MET

Likes:|

Her son
Art
Her job
Travelling
Shopping
Coffee Shops
Paris
A quiet life
Home
A Glass of Red Wine at the end of a hard day
History
Nathaniel Hagen

Dislikes:|

The Genovese
Violence
FC: Stana Katic
Crime
Mafia
Arrogant People
New York High Society

Fears:|

Jonathon Genovese for Nathaniel Hagen's sake
Losing her son
For Best Friend Nathaniel Hagen's Life

Secrets:| Sienna has a secret son. She has kept him a secret from the world since she left New York 14 years ago but now she's back and still plans on keeping him a secret . . . But nothing stay's a secret in New York long . . . and this is what Sienna fear's but she will do everything it takes to protect her now 13 year old son, Landon.

Hobbies:|

Painting
Reading novels
Taking walks in the park

Talents:| Art has always been Sienna's passion, she paints whenever she gets a chance and people who often see her work think she should have her own show and sell her work. However Sienna refuses as Art is something soulful and something that should be freely shared with others for her. So instead if you like one of her paintings she'll give it to you for free.

Deficits:|

Sienna finds it hard to trust anybody and thus lives a closed and secretive life. Although she may interact with many hundreds of people each day, none of them truly know her. Even people she has known her whole life have little clues to her inner workings.

The only person Sienna dares let in is her mother who taught her everything about being good, just and charitable to all and the reason why her morals are so strong. She knows she can trust her son as well but there are many things she must keep from him for his own good but he's a good boy and doesn't push her past her limits - When Sienna doesn't elaborate on a certain topic he often let's it go.

Weapons:| Sienna carries no weapons as she abhors any kind of violence and wants to live a peaceable normal life . . . although she grew up around crime, drugs and violence . . . her own family having worked for Mafioso's but Sienna refuses to have any part of it.

Personality:|

Sienna is a modest person and never shows off unnecessarily. She is comfortable in her skin and her confidence in herself and the way she carries herself gracefully is what often attracts men to her. She is the vision of what an Upper East Side Socialite should look, act and behave like.

Love, Kindness and Peace. Those are the things she craves in her life and the three rules she lives by and wishes for everyone in the world.

She is optimistic, bubbly and fiercely protective of those she loves and cares for dearly. No one is more important in her life then her 13 year old son Landon. But she also cares a lot about and loves her best friend Nathaniel Hagen and is fighting hard to pull him away from his life of crime and The Genoveses.

Maybe one day they could be more . . . But only if he gave up his criminal ways. Though she is sweet and the embodiment of Kindess, Love, Charity and Peace, Sienna is a tough cookie and will not be intimidated by threat's of any kind and word wise, she can give back as much as she gets.

Do not let her serene image fool you.

History:| Sienna Elizabeth Rose born to the Elite Rose family who – although not blood relate – are apart of the Genoveses Mafia family and work for them. They make the Genovese's look clean in the eyes of the High Society New York, as they hold high positions all over America - those of Senators, Mayors and circulate with the Rich and Powerful. The Rose's can also trace their ancestry back to the Mayflower and have built much of New York City since their arrival three centuries earlier.

Born and raised in the Upper East Side. The youngest child of the Rose family, she always was the odd one out, with no interest in the family business and always pursued her passion in art and her education.

Yet her inner confidence from a young age allowed her to over look and have deaf ear's to those who constantly told her there was something wrong with her. Her relief came in the form of her Best Friend Nathaniel since childhood. When his parents died she grieved the loss with him but was outraged to learn he would now be living with the Genoveses.

She thought he would come live with her . . . And although that wasn't ideal with her own traitorous family at least she would have been there for him . . . to this day she does not understand why he went to live with the Genovese's. They are a cold and selfish people who care for no one but themselves and Sienna has made it her mission since that day years ago to make Nathaniel see this . . .

Sienna despises the Genovese's and their criminal ways. She want's more for Nathaniel. More then anything in the world, she want's that boy back that she grew up falling in love with. The boy who she ran around New York with like they ruled the Island.

However, ever since his adoption into the Genovese Family Sienna has always felt him slipping further away from her, but even since those early years she has refused to give up on him as Sienna still sees that flicker of humanity within him whenever he confides in her.

Having grown up on the Upper East Side and with her family being in the business with the Genoveses; Sienna has known Jonathon Genovese her whole entire life. She wanted little to do with him growing up. His rough, coarse and arrogant manner did not impress her in the least. She dislikes him more then ever now that Nathaniel will do anything for him at the drop of a hat.

Sienna and Nathaniel are childhood sweethearts. Yet they have always had an unusual relationship. It's like they're more then friends but less then lovers.

There was only one time 14 years ago that their platonic relationship became physical . . . And Sienna left soon after that when Jonathon Genovese became the leader of the crime family and she gave Nathaniel an ultimatum - her or his adoptive family - He chose the latter and she left, not wanting his choices to affect her unborn child's future.

She truly loved him heart and soul.

When Sienna became pregnant with Nathaniel's child she disappeared into thin air without a word. Nathaniel does not know he has a child and Sienna wishes to keep it this way.

She went to Europe. Gave birth to her son in London, lived there for a few years, studied at University, got her Degree and then Masters in Art. Moved to Paris a few years later when she found work and completed her PhD in Art History and then moved to Milan for a year.

Nobody knew where she was . . . Until now . . .

Having been offered the position of Lead Art Curator at the MET in New York, the place of her birth and childhood. Sienna swallowed her fears and accepted the position of her dreams. She would drag Nathaniel there almost once every week as teenagers and they would talk about everything under the sun while they strolled through the exhibits. It held the memories she cherished . . .

However she took many precaution to hide her secret and son from being found out. Such as buying a Terrace Penthouse in the Upper West Side instead of the East and also putting her son in the Private School in the Upper West Side where he will have no knowledge or contact with anything Genovese.

The only person she has looked up since arriving back in New York is her Best Friend. But hasn't yet approached him . . . Maybe one day they can be more then just friends and she can share her secret with him as he does with her . . . One day, when she can finally pull him away from the Mafia, Crime and the Genoveses.

Miscellaneous:| Sienna never drives in the City. She either uses Valeted Town Cars or walks to her destination.

She has a huge German Shepard called King that she walks early every morning and in the late afternoon no matter what the weather.

Sienna also has a tattoo wrapping around her left wrist in black ink which reads:

Landon Rose

12-15-1999

M'ange de le lux, vrais le sol es en la vox de tois. Et les etoiles son le coluer de ton yeuxes.

(My angel of light, truly the sun is in your voice and the stars are the color of your eyes.)

So begins...

Sienna Rose's Story

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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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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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It would appear that Sienna was not as late as the hostess herself. Fashionably late in New York usually meant a lot late. However it was never wise to keep one's guests waiting in New York, mused Sienna, it always allowed for the company to complain and point out everything that was wrong with their surroundings and their hosts, as Sienna was already experiencing as she tried to ignore a group of middle aged women discussing the faults of Mrs Genovese.

Gossip did not interest Sienna. It was one of the things she had not missed about being away from the Upper East Side. The people that smiled to your face were usually the one's planning your demise behind your back.

Sienna slipped away from the small group of vicious women, a small frown on her pretty face. She accepted a glass of Champagne, thanking the Server as she glided through the exhibits up for Auction making sure everything was in pristine condition as it had been when sent from the MET.

The room was slowly filling up and Sienna kept to the edges not wanting to attract any attention. Many of the pieces up for sale were modern pieces. Modern Art she had heard was Victoria Genovese's favourite. Sienna preferred the classics herself but any Art interested her. However the Auction was to raise money and so the Art on sale tonight was mostly by those current Artists that were raved about in the papers.

Truly not many people here actually cared about the work or the cause in question. It was all about status, money and power. It was the equivalent of a Society Socialite owning the latest pair of Jimmy Choo's or her husband owning the latest and most expensive vehicle on the market. They just wanted to lay claim to ownership of a piece of work by an Artist raved about in the Newspapers.

It was exasperating to be honest. However Sienna was more then used to it having been surrounded by these sorts of people all her life. She did not want to be so cruel as to call them all shallow however no other word entered her mind at this moment.

Stopping, Sienna sipped her Champagne and then tilted her head to the side as she examined a large painting hung in a far corner of the room. No one seemed particularly interested in it. It was rather dark but Sienna had had been interested in it when it had arrived earlier in the week at the MET, but she had not had the chance to examine it closer, until now.

She was tempted to purchase it . . . but it wouldn't make it through the threshold of her house. Sienna thought with a curl of her lips and a small laugh.

NO DEPRESSING ARTWORK IN THE HOUSE!

Landon's rule.

The words of her young son, thickly layered in a strong English accent echoed in her mind. “Disconsolate art should stay in the museums, mum!” He always said to her when she showed interest in a piece that was rather gothic. She had relented and agreed that she would buy no more . . . but there was just something about this piece . . .

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Sienna's contemplation of the piece of art before her was broken when one of her colleagues and good friend Heidi Callum approached her from behind.

“Hey there hot stuff!” Heidi winked as Sienna turned around to face the petite woman in a long flowing grey evening gown and a short bob hair cut “Whoa! If you were gay I would so be all over you right now.”

“I'm going to take that as a compliment and say thanks” Sienna laughed “and you look pretty damn good yourself. Grey? . . . I suppose we can class that as color for you.”

Heidi worked under her at the MET and they had become quick friends but since the three weeks Sienna had began working there she had never seen Heidi in anything but black so this was a nice surprise.

“You know it!” Heidi replied cheerfully as she twined her arm through Sienna's and they began walking “And as much as I would love to flatter the heck out of both our vanities and ego's . . . we have a problem.”

“What kind of problem?” Sienna asked not too concerned now that she felt like she could finally breath and relax; knowing a certain someone would not be here tonight. “The good kind or the bad kind?”

“Okay, first of all only you could think of a problem as being either bad or good . . . And secondly, the bad kind of course . . . although I might add certainly amusing.” Heidi said with a suggestive raise of her brows. “I actually think it looks much better this way.”

“What are you talking about?” Sienna asked bemused.

“Well, you know Mrs Stanford?”

“Yes.” Sienna vaguely recalled the jolly middle aged woman with a drinking problem.

“And you know how she can become a little . . . over friendly with people when she's . . . you know?” Heidi gestured doing a little drinking motion with her hand.

“Tipsy?” Sienna offered.

“Exactly! Well this time instead of a person . . . Well . . . She got a lot over friendly and down right nasty with Eric Winter's modern rendition of David . . . and well a certain very vital organ has been erm . . . desecrated.”

Sienna's eyes almost popped out of their sockets as she stopped suddenly staring at Heidi . . . And then they both burst into hysterics.

The people near them looked at them as if they were a pair of crazy people. Sienna tried to gasp for air as she tried to apologised to the stiff guests and pulled Heidi to the side of the wall. A hand to her chest as she tried desperately to fill her lungs with oxygen. Her cheeks turning a pretty pink in the process.

“Wait!” She finally got out as Heidi calmed down a slight measure “Are you telling me that there-there is a-a broken . . .”

What word could she use without sounding crude and keeling over in utter hysterics again.

“A-a Phallus.” Heidi offered as they started off on another round of uncontrollable fits of laughter. “But that's not the worst part of it!” Heidi choked out “She-she . . . She's refusing to give it up!”

Sienna pulled Heidi and they stumbled out through a door into a seemingly empty hallway, as the other guests looked on annoyingly. Their rancorous feminine laughter echoed through the empty hall.

“You'll . . . you'll have to come talk to her.” Heidi added turning as pink as Sienna. “Con-con convince her to give it back!”

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Okay, so this was pretty bad. But Sienna could handle it . . . at least now that she had got a grip on herself.

“Alright, so what do we do Boss Lady?” Heidi questioned.

“Well,” Sienna sighed as she leaned back against the wall “let's start with getting that statue out of the room. I'm guessing Eric Winter's is not too happy seeing his work violated.”

“You got that right.” Heidi said as she pulled out a little pad and a pen from her pursue and began writing the list down.

“I'll have a word with him. But it might be good to keep him away from Mrs Stanford just in case. I'm sure Mrs Genovese wouldn't appreciate a scene before the evening has even started. I'm going to have to tell her about the Statue too, hopefully after I find some sort of solution.”

“You mean when her Royal High-ass-ness decides to grace us mere mortals with her Imperial presence?” Heidi snickered looking up from her notepad with a smirk.

“She's not that bad . . . at least from what I remember.” Sienna defended.

“Which sweety is next to nothing. You've been gone for what, fourteen years? That's a long time and people change.”

Sienna frowned . . . not at the thought of Victoria Genovese changing . . . but someone else . . . That she should not be thinking about! Sienna reminded herself firmly.

“Trust me.” Heidi continued “She's way worse then you can even imagine. That woman needs to be taken down a peg or two and reminded where she comes from . . . She's not like us Si . . . and no matter how much she tries she never will be. Just because one acts and dresses like they belong does not mean that one belongs.”

Sienna's frown deepened. She liked Heidi but right now she didn't like what was coming out the woman's mouth. It never occurred to her that Heidi of all people could be such a snob! She should be more understanding given her sexual orientation. It did not bother Sienna one bit but she knew the Vultures of High Society New York couldn't have possibly been forgiving or remotely understanding when Heidi had come out, so to speak.

“You can't judge someone without conviction.” Sienna protested. “Or judge her on where she hails from. I mean what makes us belong? It was just the luck of the dice that we were born to Blue Blood families and she was born to-”

“A common farmer, Sienna.” Heidi finished prudishly as she crossed her arms across her chest. “Look, it would be fine if she didn't parade around here like she was the Queen of New York when she actually probably came to the City on a tractor or something.”

“Why does it matter to you so much?” Sienna question sensing a certain bitterness in Heidi's voice . . . quite unusual as far as Sienna knew.

“It doesn't.” Heidi replied a little too quickly and then continued with a small smile as she placed a hand on Sienna's crossed arms “Look Si, all I'm saying is don't become too buddy buddy with her. Victoria Genoves is bad news. I'm telling you just get the talking over and done with and move away before she turns into a Banshee and screeches so your head explodes . . . Alright so what's next?”

Sienna did not speak for a moment as she pondered Heidi's cruel words. It was unlike the woman . . . But she couldn't force her to talk about it. Thus with a sigh Sienna pushed off the wall and got back to the real subject at hand.

“Well, I guess . . . I'm going to have to speak with Mrs Stanford and try and convince her to give-”

“The thingy back?” Heidi finished with a grin “Oh don't you just love our jobs?”

“Yes,” Sienna laughed softly “this is exactly why I got into this business . . . to retrieve stolen Statue penis's.”

Sedate laughter filled the hall . . .

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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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Pardon?

Sienna did not even have time to turn as the new voice questioned and then in an instant Victoria Genovese stood in front of her with crossed arms in an elegant grey gown.

The frown on the pretty red heads face changing in an instant to that of joy even before Sienna could get a single word in, being quite struck herself.

“Sienna?” She asked placing her hands on Sienna's bare arms to make sure she was real “Sienna Rose . . . It's been so long.” Victoria trailed in disbelief. “It's so good to see you again.” Pulling Sienna into a hug.

Sienna returned the gesture with a sweet small laugh, patting Victoria on the back not caring that Heidi was burning a hole through her with her eyes. She could make up her own mind about Victoria Genovese and what she had remembered had been accurate.

“What are you doing here?” Victoria asked pulling back and then turning with a stern voice to Heidi and commanded.

“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 dinning room before we start.” She finished coldly.

Sienna could clearly see that Heidi was going to retort something vicious and stepped in before the women began pulling each other's hair out, right in front of her.

“Heidi, please.” Sienna pleaded with her hazel gaze “I really need that Statue out of that room right now. Please.”

Hesitating for a moment, Heidi said nothing and then got out through clenched teeth “Right away . . . Doctor Rose.” And shuffled off to do her task taking a few of the men in MET jackets with her.

She really did want that damn Statue out of that room. Sienna knew if anyone else saw it in the condition it was in it would only be another thing they could complain about that Victoria Genovese lacked. She had heard enough of that for one night, although she also knew it would not be the last before the event was over . . . And the woman stood before her with a kind smile on her face did not deserve that.

Sienna was more then used to all the back biting and stabbing of the elite but she had a feeling that Victoria still struggled with it, having once lived a completely different life before. She had the feeling New York had made Victoria much more colder then she was to begin with. Sienna often wondered whether she would have turned out like that herself had she not had the mother that she did . . .

Turning back to Victoria, Sienna smiled apologetically.

“I'm really sorry about Heidi.” And then her smile grew bigger as she took Victoria's hands in hers and pulled the woman in for another hug, her natural amiable and bubbly nature coming out “It's good to see you too!” Sienna beamed pulling back “It has been a long time, a really long time but you invited me!”

At the confusion on Victoria's face Sienna added “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!”

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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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"And... She's back," Lydia confirmed, her voice filled with triumph and relief as the long, constant bleep of the heart rate monitor was replaced by intermittent bleeping, indicating a heartbeat. She took her hands of the patient’s chest where, only moments ago, they’d been rhythmically pressing down on it in an attempt to restart her heart. The muscles in her arms immediately relaxed as they fell back to her sides and her laboured breathing from the exertion of keeping someone alive evened out.

The girl lying out on the bed was just nine years old, the age Lydia’s brother had been when he’d died, she thought bitterly. Her long, blonde hair fanned out around her heart shaped face and wires wound their way under the sheets to various places where they disappeared under her pale skin. Machines sounded around her as they monitored everything from the child’s heart rate to the oxygen level in her blood. Messy, quickly dressed bandaged criss-crossed her chest and her tiny wrist was bent at an angle, in serious need of a cast. The girl had been in a serious car crash with her child-minder. The adult had died upon impact but the little girl was saved by being in the backseat of the car. She’d been rushed into the ER where Lydia and her team had been working tirelessly on her for the last ten minutes, until, thirty seconds ago, the girl had crashed. But they’d managed to stabilise her, meaning Lydia was fairly confident about her chances of survival. Now she needed to be taken up to the ICU for more tests to make certain she wouldn’t need surgery. But, as Lydia was about to issue the order, she felt a hand on her arm.

“Dr Arden,” Lydia turned at the sound of her name, being met by the face of her boss, Dr Jacobs, “Your shift ended twenty minutes ago. What are you still doing here?”

“I just had some things to finish off… I’ve just got to get this girl up to-“ she was cut off.

“I’ll make sure the girl makes it up to ICU safely. You go home,” Dr Jacobs told her.

Lydia glanced at her watch, aware she was meant to be at the Genovese’s Gala in just forty minutes, a prospect which was looking fairly unlikely at the moment.

“It’s fine, really,” Lydia reassured, but once more she was cut off, “I just have a few more things to-“

“Go,” Dr Jacobs told her firmly. “Hospital policy says you should’ve been off this site twenty minutes ago.” Lydia liked Dr Jacobs. They had an understanding between the two of them. She would be able to continue flitting off when she was required by the Genovese family, and he would turn a blind eye, as long as she continued to work hard and continue saving lives under his leadership.

Lydia finally nodded. “But the patient needs ten milligrams Actilyse and fifteen milligrams of-“

“-propafenone, I know,” Dr Jacobs finished for her.

Lydia flashed him a grateful smile, before leaving the girl in his capable hands and making her way along the corridor to the office she shared with others on the same pay grade as her. Here, she hung up her white coat and collected her bag before making her way towards the exit. As she followed the long hospital corridors, Lydia stopped outside room five hundred and twenty-seven before pushing open the door tentatively. Mr Myers was sat up in his bed doing something with his phone.

“How are you feeling?” she asked, her voice a little lower than if she were talking to an ordinary patient. Because, in actual fact, Mr Myers was a man sent by the Genovese’s, requesting he was hidden within the system. He had a bullet to his abdomen that, although serious at first, he was recovering from well now. She had a feeling it was from a drugs trafficking operation gone wrong, but she didn’t know for certain. That was the whole point of her job. She didn’t ask questions, she just did as she was told and saved lives.

She exchanged a few words with Mr Myers before checking his stats and leaving the room. Finally, at half past seven she had left the hospital. The drive home wasn’t far, but with the current New York traffic she found herself stationary more than actually moving. Lydia was always late, to everything. It was a terrible habit of hers that she wished she could do something about, but never seemed to be able to overcome, no matter how hard she tried. Eventually, she reached her house.

Quickly, Lydia showered and blow-dried her hair out before styling it neatly into a low bun, slightly to the left of her head. She chose out a blue dress that she’d bought for the event last week and slipped into the tight, shiny blue material that clung to her curvy figure. Though they could barely be seen under the length of the dress, her heels were a dark coral pink, to match the jewels set into her large earrings. She reapplied all her makeup naturally, and once certain it was good enough, she left.

The journey to the Genovese’s wasn’t much quicker than the journey from the hospital to home, but she wasn’t too late, thankfully. That was one of the good things Lydia found about living in New York, at least it was fashionable to be late here.

“Name, please?” one of the bouncers enquired as she reached the door of the Genovese’s mansion.

“Dr Lydia Arden,” Lydia told them, unfazed by the security. She knew how worried Victoria had become recently about protecting her family, especially her children. This was only to be expected.

The bouncer stepped to the side to let her in. “Have a nice evening, Dr Arden,” he said politely.

“Thank you,” Lydia smiled, entering the house.

She attended plenty of Victoria’s parties, and so, was familiar with the faces that usually frequented them. Mostly it was socialites and the influential rich. But, despite how much Lydia saw of these people, she never felt entirely comfortable in their presence. She was aware they looked down on her, mainly because she actually worked for a living, and of course, because she wasn’t on the arm of a wealthy husband.

As she entered the large room where the main party had begun, Lydia spotted Dylan and Charlee standing together. Charlee had said something to him, and Lydia flashed them both a friendly smile. She was particularly fond of the Genovese children. She’d been present at each of their births and throughout their childhoods. Every time they’d got sick, she’d been there to prescribe them antibiotics, if required, or just to promise them they’d feel better soon. She’d even performed Charlee’s abortion for her, a memory of the children Lydia didn’t hold with quite so much affection. In a way, her familiarity with the children helped her with the fact that she didn’t, and now probably never would, have any children of her own.

Across the room, Lydia saw Victoria, stood talking to… Lydia looked again, not quite believing what she saw. Sienna Rose? She hadn’t been around for… Years. Crossing the room, Lydia went to let Victoria know she’d arrived.

“Victoria,” she greeted her with a smile, kissing her on the cheek, the familiarity of the friendship easily evident. Then, Lydia looked at Sienna. “I apologise for interrupting,” she told her, her apology genuine. “Sienna,” she greeted the other woman with a less familiar smile. They’d never been close, but she was one of the few others who had been around the family as long as Lydia had, and she was still pleased to see her, if a little surprised.

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“Candy, why don’t you mingle with the other guests? I’ll just say hi to my family.”
“But---“
“It’ll just take a few minutes.” He cut her off laughing. “Go on. I’ll see you in a bit.” Cindy pouted but sauntered towards the group of women by the windows. Linc walked briskly towards the stairs and climbed up the second floor. He guessed the meeting will take place in the library. He’s jogging past the rooms and stopped in front of a polished oak door. A closed oak door. He sighed. He’s not gonna be in this meeting and he wouldn’t dare knock. His Genovese pride wouldn’t let him. Linc exhaled slowly and smoothed his Calvin Klein suit. He tugged at his collar and adjusted his bowtie. He’d love to get out of his suit but he has to keep up with appearances. There will be other meetings. He will be involved in the family business, it’s inevitable. Like the waves crashing to the shore. It will happen. He smiled as he walked back to the party.

He spotted his mother, in deep conversation with Sienna and Dr. Arden. Her mother dressed in a moss green gown, exudes an aura of confidence and elegance. He’d talk to his mother later. He plucked a glass of champagne from a passing waiter and scanned the room once more. The crème de la crème of New York is in complete attendance. Anybody who is somebody was invited. He saw his siblings, Dylan and Shae standing together and he decided to come up and say hi.

“Did I miss anything?” he said by way of greeting.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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




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

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

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

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

Death was such a funny thing to watch.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

To: All business associates

”Library. Now. Slip out unnoticed.”

From: Sender Unknown

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Sienna's panic when Victoria asked whether she wanted to let Nathaniel know she was here or not vanished as soon as Jonathon Genovese step next to his wife.

His cold stare was returned with an equally belligerent one from Sienna. Even after all these years just being in his presence made Sienna's skin crawl. His evil was too incomprehensible for normal words. The loathing she felt for this man was beyond palpable it was beyond all reason entirely.

Sienna watched with a cold gaze as Jonathon leaned into his wife and whispered something in her ear and then he turned back to her. His eyes as cold and void as ice. Whenever she looked into them, the only way she could describe them as was alack of a soul.

“Ah, and dear, would you please get this… woman… out of my house before I do it myself? Do not tell him anything.” Jonathon said to Victoria.

A sickly smile came over Sienna's lips.

Taking an intimidating step towards her, Jonathan came into her personal space threateningly, lips a breaths space away from her cheek and spoke in a low utterly cold and vicious whisper for her ears only . . .

“You practically tore out my best friend’s heart when you left him, you little bitch. You have a lot of nerve showing your face in my house. Get the fuck out before you leave here in a less than pretty state.”

Sienna did not flinch a single muscle as she stood there calmly and listened to his words. She almost laughed coldly in her face.

He knew absolutely nothing about what happened between Nathaniel and herself! How could she have broken Nathaniel's heart when he didn't want her in the first place? It was Nate who chose his so called 'family' over her, then how could she break something that was never in her possession to begin with? Sienna seethed angrily . . . But it was none of Jonathon's business! She did not need to explain herself to anyone! Especially not him!

She listened to his little speech patiently. She wasn't afraid of Jonathon Genovese like everyone else. For she knew what he truly was, which was nothing more then a two-bit thug in a designer suit.

Sienna followed his retreating figure with slitted eyes as he headed back up the stairs, until he was out of sight and then she turned back calmly to Victoria with a gentle smile as if that scene hadn't played out in front of Victoria's very eyes as Dr. Arden looked on with an astonished face. Sienna hadn't had a chance to return the woman's greeting but it didn't seem all that important now.

“Don't bother.” Sienna said to Victoria still smiling calmly “I know my way out of here very well.”

She stopped as Heidi who had also witnessed the scene with a gob-smacked face moved closer to Sienna like her personal back up.

“Can you let Mrs Standford's daughter know that the statue is theirs and have the Auctioneer deal with the details.”

“Done.” Heidi replied as she dialled a number on her phone and started making the notifications.

“Don't worry.” Sienna added turning to face Victoria again “Everything is set up and ready to go. Once the Auction is finished with the Auctioneer and his team will deal with all the delivery and payment details.” Sienna smiled genuinely at the woman as she place a hand over Victoria's clasped ones “Have a Goodnight.”

Sienna turned and walked away before Victoria could say anything. Sienna was calmer then she had expected to be.

“Okay! What just happened there?!” Heidi asked as she came into stride with Sienna who headed for the front door.

“I was just kicked out of the party.” Sienna said with a wicked smile.

“What?! Are you freaking kidding me?!” Heidi chocked out with a grin “Sienna, you are so bad!”

“You have no idea.” Sienna said lowly as she tried to push Jonathon Genovese's words out of her mind . . .

Nathaniel . . . Heartbroken . . . She did not believe it. It couldn't be true . . . Her mind flashing back to that night fourteen years ago when everything had changed between Nathaniel and herself . . . It had meant everything to her . . . She had lived on that memory for over a decade . . . But it couldn't have meant anything to Nathaniel . . . She had asked him to choose, to come with her and he had chose them with out so much as batting an eyelid.

Sienna had cried so many nights thinking about that until one day there were no more tears left . . . Just her incomplete life . . . And she stopped thinking about it . . . and she didn't want to remember it now either.

“Let's get out of here.” Sienna said to Heidi as they stepped out the front door as people were coming in and staring at her in shock and whispering Is that Sienna Rose? “I need a drink.”

“You know I'm always on board for that but what about Landon?” Heidi question as she followed Sienna out into the cool crisp night pushing people out of her way, as was Heidi's usual way to deal with people who got in her way.

“He's at my sisters.” Sienna replied simply trying to stay calm and not allow the memories of years ago take her over.

She really needed that drink.

“Rebecca's?”

“God no!” Sienna chocked out a small laugh “I wouldn't do that to the poor boy. He's at Lyndsey's.”

“Good! Because I was going to say.” Heidi said relief touching her voice as they walked passed the queued up people waiting to be admitted who stared at Sienna openly and then a rush of flashes beamed in Sienna's direction and a whole host of voices filled the air.

Sienna turned in the direction of the bright flashing lights . . . and there behind a barrier were masses of Paparazzi screaming at her.

Sienna! Sienna! Miss Rose! . . . This way, please! How does it feel to be back in New York after so many years away?” And so on they sang out.

Sienna turned to face the camera's smiling as she did so and posed for them.

“Wonderful, of course!” She replied, lying to their most forthcoming question.

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Kole felt Jonah pull away physically but that didn’t stop his adoptive father from trying to be reassuring. As he rambled his way through the last of his talking points, Jonathon’s points lingered. Face it. Head on. Like a game of chicken only you’re going to collide with it and you need to. It wasn’t the first time he had been told this. In fact, it was something both of the Genovese’s told him in a regular basis growing up. If I had a quarter for every time they told me that… Victoria had always been particularly keen to tell him the exact same thing: don’t try to not deal with something. It would only prove more painful in the future. Yet, hiding things and bottling up his emotions had been his way of life growing up. His birth parents had never wanted to know that he had a problem. They didn’t have the time of day for him in the first place. If he raised an issue he was locked in his room. Having grown up that way, Kole still lapsed into the habit. Now that he had been away from home so long he had been repressing so much of his unease. Now that he was curtly reminded by his adoptive parents not to do so it was like removing a cork from a very pressurized bottle.

“I’ll be sure to look into it. Both the information and the hitch,” Jonathon thanked him, before picking up the manila envelope filled with cash and forcing it into his hands. Kole looked down at it, feeling his stomach churn uncomfortably. Did Kalista always feel this way when she was paid to make a kill? It didn’t rest well with him. I feel like a mercenary. He swallowed the lump in his throat painfully. “Put it in the guest room’s safe for the evening, just in case,” Jonathon added. “And take the alternative way out.”

Kole bit his tongue and settled the envelope of cash into his inner jacket pocket. He looked up at Jonathon in the eyes, seeing that he was beyond their meeting then. His father opened the door and moved him through with nothing but a flick of his eyes. Kole paused as he stepped through. “I miss you,” he noted solemnly. Rarely was he so soft, but his father was someone he felt like he needed right now. The stress of the evening had Jonathon withdrawn and he didn’t like feeling so distanced from everyone he cared about. He watched Jonathon cross the room, ordering Nate to ensure that Kole was absent by the time he returned before exiting to speak with Victoria. No sooner had the crime boss departed for the main lobby of the mansion then did Nate step forward, gesturing for Kole to get a move on without so much as a word. Kole bit on his tongue as he slid through the secret hallway, emerging behind a discrete doorway within Victoria’s walk-in closet. He stepped into the couple’s elegant master suite, noting the strewn and wet gown on the floor. He frowned then, before proceeding to his former bedroom directly not wanting to linger in his parents’ private space.

His former bedroom felt sterile when he stepped inside. The furniture was the same, but any of his personal affects had been removed and the walls had been repainted a more neutral tone. It bothered him to feel like his family had almost moved on from him. It felt like overwhelming. Closing the door behind him, he moved to a familiar painting opposite of the desk he had used all through high school and college, a rendition of James Earle Fraser’s “End of Trail.” He had picked it himself with Victoria when she had unceremoniously dragged him to an art gallery one afternoon on business. He had felt connected with the native American depicted slumped over and worn out, his emaciated horse digging in its heels as if it was being pushed over a precipice. By what many asked? Civilization? Colonists? The determination of that horse had always drawn him to it. Kole liked to believe the Indian was ready to sit upright and engage in the hunt at any time. It made him feel like even at the end of a very hard fight, raw determination could be enough to push back. It was oddly motivating to see it again.

Gripping the frame, he pulled it off the wall to expose a small safe. He slid his thumb down a fingerprint scanner before inputting a six digit code. It read his combination and print, blinked twice and then unlocked. When he opened it, the safe was empty, making it a simple task to set the money inside, reset it, and hide it. He was glad to be done with the cash. It wasn’t like he needed it. Jonathon knew how uncomfortable he was in taking it. He had every mind to leave it there and “forget” it by accident. No sooner was it put away then did he leave the room.

Kole stepped into the hall, closing the door behind him lightly. He exhaled deeply then, smoothed his suit jacket, and then moved to the staircase. From the top of the lobby he gained a bird’s eye view of the guests. The hum of voices was quite audible and the crowd was thick as people proceeded from the mansion’s lobby to the dining hall and exhibit. Despite the din and clout of all the people, Kole was able to immediately spot both Victoria and Jonathon. His mother looked chique as always, while his father remained tense. Offside his three adoptive siblings conversed. He nodded towards them, not even caring if they saw him. He hurried himself down the steps then, finding himself nearly running into none other than Sienna Rose. He had only known her for an instant, with his arrival conflicting with her departure, but he knew her face and the sight of her surprised him. Kole watched her usher her way past him and he sent the woman a look over his shoulder as he approached Victoria. His mother lit up at the sight of him but no sooner was she looking at him then vehemently at his father. He had known things were tense but he was surprised by what he saw.





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Sienna had no chance to speak. Victoria inhaled and found herself drowning in the scent of Jonathon’s cologne once more. She closed her eyes, feeling his tension and sharing it. Her frustration with her husband re-emerged. Having seen him not twenty minutes before was no where near enough time for her to let the incident go. Victoria looked at him from the corner of her eye, listening to him clear his throat. She stepped away from him, not reaching out to hold his hand in the slightest like she normally would. His coldness was severe and she immediately disapproved of his demeanor. It was warranted for his business but not for his guests. Lydia received a cold greeting and Victoria stared at the floor while he leaned towards her.

“I will be starting the meeting in a couple of minutes. Make sure everyone’s busy, hm?” he ordered. Victoria flared her nostrils and stepped away from him then, turning to look at him coldly with a severity she reserved for the moments when she was most frustrated with him. She moved to speak, but he beat her to it.

“Ah, and dear, would you please get this… woman… out of my house before I do it myself? Do not tell him anything,” Jonathon commanded sharply. “Now you wait a damn minute,” she hissed but that didn’t stop him. Her husband stepped forward and toward the curator and bitterly threatened the woman. Victoria wanted nothing than to grab his arm and to tear him away from the woman responsible for organizing her entire auction, for antagonizing someone she cared about. While she found herself in the middle of their quarrel, Sienna was first and foremost a friend. Whatever he said was enough to remove any trace of a smile Sienna had and Victoria felt her blood boil.

“Don't bother,” Sienna told Victoria bluntly and the family matriarch stepped back, offended for the brunette. “I know my way out of here very well.”

“Sienna!” Victoria called out, trying to reason with her, to get her attention and make her stay. The MET director marched two steps away however, meeting with Heidi and barking an order at her. The blond curtly took out her phone. Victoria was speechless, and she brought a hand to her hair as Sienna turned back to face her. “Don't worry,” Sienna explained. “Everything is set up and ready to go. Once the Auction is finished with the Auctioneer and his team will deal with all the delivery and payment details. Have a Goodnight.”

“Wait please,” Victoria begged, only to find her attention withdrawn. She turned to see Kole, walking into the fiasco. His presence only lightened her mood for a split second but his distraction had her turn away from the curator who then left without further notice. No sooner was that over then she turned to Jonathon, sticking a finger out into his chest and staring at him with a biting glare.

“You had no right to do that,” Victoria snapped, unafraid to tell her husband off. Perhaps she was the only one who didn’t fear the stone cold look he was exuding at the moment. She hated him right then and there. “I am not interfering with your business. Get out of mine. She is the MET curator. If she leaves, they all leave, and then this whole thing ends. I don’t care what she said.”

She wanted to cut at him, to show him how unhappy she was with this side of him. Victoria had never taken well to being bullied by him and tonight was no exception. “You have relegated me to this, now let me do my job,” she demanded curtly, staring at him before she pushed past Kole as he approached them, turning over her shoulder momentarily to look at Lydia. "I'm sorry, I will talk to you in a minute." Walking forward, Victoria extended a hand to her adopted son’s shoulder, lingering on it before she stormed past him and through the crowds after the MET director. She didn’t care if Jonathon called after her. She knew he wouldn’t apologize. She didn’t want him too because then it would be insincere. But he needed to know how upset she was.

Victoria marched through the throng, excusing her way through a dense group of people until she was able to push her way through the main entrance. The red head reached out to Sienna, who at that exact moment was answering a reporter’s question.

“Wonderful, of course!” the brunette chimed, exasperation lacing her words. “Sienna!” Victoria called out to her. “Sienna turn around, please. That was uncalled for. He knows it and he had no right to say so. Please come inside.” It was not like her to beg and her tone was far from pleading and more so instructive. Still, she looked at Sienna with warm eyes, a look she reserved when she was desperate or dealing with her children. "It will serve him right to have you there."

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Victoria pulled Lydia into a friendly hug, smiling weakly at her. Lydia took in the matriarch’s expression of tight-lipped concern. Clearly, things had not gone quite as smoothly as she had been hoping they would tonight. And Lydia had a feeling it was something to do with Sienna Rose’s presence.

Victoria’s next whispered words confirmed this, “Thank God, a friend without a problem for me to deal with.”

Lydia laughed softly at her friend and tilted her head slightly, giving her a small, sympathetic smile.

“We just finished dealing with a crisis. No harm done,” Victoria said in response to Lydia’s apology. She then turned back to the conversation with Sienna, strangely, Lydia noted, regarding Sienna’s role in tonight’s art auction. She referred to Sienna being here with the MET. She must have taken a job there when she returned, Lydia concluded. Evidently, though, this meant she was back for good, a fact that was certain not to go down well with everyone here tonight. Though Lydia had never played a large part in Sienna’s relationship with Nathaniel Hagen and her subsequent departure, following their split, she had been aware of the situation. She’d also had a few lengthy conversations with Victoria not long after Sienna had left, regarding what had happened.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, Jonathon Genovese appeared. Victoria’s reception of her husband was icy and she took a step away from him, where he’d come to stand at her side, a very clear show that something between them was not right.

The patriarch turned his attention towards Lydia, nodding slightly towards her in greeting. ”Good evening, Doctor.” The greeting was by no stretch of the imagination friendly, but, it was formal and respectful, which was more than Sienna was about to receive.

“Mr Genovese,” she returned the greeting with a smile. Although she was nowhere near as close to Jonathon as she was to Victoria, she was still very familiar with the man after years of service to his family. Usually, she probably would’ve addressed him simply as Jonathon, but under such a formal situation, and especially one as tense as this, she thought it best to remain impersonal. Besides, he was kind of her informal boss, so to speak. Which reminded her, she still needed to talk to Victoria about the people that had come through the hospital early that morning, following an explosion in a house near central park. Two people had come in dead, one the owner of the house, the other a young man who was walking his dog past the house when it happened. The pregnant girlfriend of the dog walker had been brought in too, clinging to life by a tendril. Lydia had been the attending doctor on her case. She’d worked tirelessly to save the woman, even more so after being told she was pregnant, but her injuries were too severe. She had burns from the explosion to most of her body and was bleeding onto her brain after being thrown back by the blast and hitting her head. Really, there was nothing Lydia or anyone else could’ve done to save her. Tomorrow, Lydia needed to write a report up for her death. The hospital were looking over the body of the homeowner and deciding, in their opinion, if they thought the death was an accident. Lydia had come to understand that any particularly violent death in this city was rarely an accident and that the Genovese’s or one of their associates was usually, in some way, related to the incident. She needed to find out from Victoria if these deaths had been their doing and whether Lydia needed to make certain they were ruled an accident, to cover the Genovese’s backs.

Jonathon then turned to his wife, leaning close to her he whispered something in her ear that Lydia couldn’t quite catch. But whatever it was certainly did not please Victoria. Her expression became colder and she took another step away from the man she was supposed to love.

Jonathon’s piercing blue eyes fell on Sienna with the cruellest gaze before announcing, ” Ah, and dear, would you please get this… woman… out of my house before I do it myself? Do not tell him anything.” He took a threatening step towards Sienna and Lydia, not for the first time in her life, was glad the mafia boss was fond enough of her never to take this tone with her.

Victoria was fuming. “Now you wait a damn minute,”

But Jonathon wasn’t done there. He took another step towards Sienna and told her quietly in the bitterest tone Lydia had heard him use in a long time, “You practically tore out my best friend’s heart when you left him, you little bitch. You have a lot of nerve showing your face in my house. Get the fuck out before you leave here in a less than pretty state.”

Lydia watched on, astonishment on her pretty features. That was low, even for Jonathon. Usually he had enough respect and courtesy to at least take someone to the side instead of throwing them out of a party in amongst the most affluent of New York. Public humiliation wasn’t usually Jonathon’s style; he preferred to hurt someone quickly, as opposed to making them suffer. If he was being this ruthless towards Sienna, he clearly had a point to prove and a deep hatred for the woman. Maybe there was more to the story than Lydia had originally thought?

“Don't bother. I know my way out of here very well,” Sienna told her, pre-empting Victoria’s response, who, meanwhile, looked murderous.

”Sienna!” Victoria called. Sienna ignored her protest and exchanged a few words with a blonde Lydia recognised from somewhere, but wasn’t familiar with. She presumed she was something to do with the art auction. Sienna then turned back to Victoria, explaining a few more details surrounding the MET’s involvement in tonight’s proceedings before wishing her a good night.

Victoria, again, tried to protest, but Sienna had already crossed the room to leave. Acknowledging this, the matriarch turned back to her husband, offering him a furious rant. And rightly so, Lydia thought to herself, not that she would be sharing that opinion in front of Jonathon. He’d been more than harsh to Sienna and had humiliated not only her, but Victoria too. His bullying behaviour, although characteristic of him in his career, should be kept for his enemies and not his wife.

Jonathon left and Victoria turned back to Lydia. ”I’m sorry. I will talk to you in a minute.” Lydia gave her an understanding nod as she watched the woman leave after Sienna.

Gazing across the room, Lydia watched the other guests. She must’ve been to a hundred of Victoria’s parties over the years, but she still never quite felt as if she fitted in. She was familiar with most of these society men and women who frequented these parties with their loose purse strings and socially-climbing agendas, yet they still looked down on her. Of course, Lydia could go and talk to some of them while she waited for Victoria to return, and she could watch them greet her with tight-lipped, false smiles. But as she looked out across the sea of opulent dresses and showy suits, the Genovese children caught her eye once more. Lincoln was with them now; Dylan was doing something with his phone and Lydia watched him hand it back to his brother with a triumphant smile.

But Lydia’s gaze caught on Charlee. Maybe it was just a trick of the light, or the way she turned her head, but Lydia, in her constant doctor’s mind-set, saw something a little…off about the girl. Her pupils looked dilated, and Lydia did a double take, wondering if it was just her imagination. Someone else without a medical background may not have noticed it, but Lydia was well attuned to a body’s natural response to stimulus, and Charlee’s eyes should not look like that. There were a number of elaborate medical conditions that could’ve caused that response, but Lydia came to a less innocent conclusion about the young girl. When the doctor had taken some of Charlee’s blood a month after the abortion, just to make sure all the hormones in her body had returned to where they should be, the results had come back not quite as Lydia had expected. There’d been traces of cocaine and Tramadol, a pain reliever, in Charlee’s blood. At first, the older woman considered telling Victoria, but Charlee was miserable enough as it was. She didn’t need her mother’s concern and harassment upsetting her more. So Lydia passed it off as a phase. The poor girl was, understandably, heartbroken over the abortion, but she wasn’t a bad girl, so to speak. Lydia was certain that, as soon as she came to terms with what had happened, she would get off the pills and return to normal. Recently, Lydia’s worries had been put to rest as she saw Charlee’s studies going well and her prospects of getting into a good university looked positive. But maybe she’d been wrong.

Lydia approached the children as they stood away from all the other adults in a little group together. Dylan looked wrapped up in something on his phone, and Lincoln had just got his own phone back.

“Hey Linc, Dylan,” she smiled at the two boys, but she didn’t expect a great deal of a response back. Besides, it was more Charlee she was interested in.

Close up, the doctor confirmed what she’d already suspected about her enlarged pupils and her eyes were ever so slightly glassy. Perhaps talking to the girl would gain her more of an insight, Lydia concluded. “Shae,” she smiled friendly at the girl with a certain familiarity that only knowing someone for the length of time Lydia had known Charlee for could bring. “How’s applying for colleges going then?” she enquired. Partly, she was interested in her life, but she was mostly trying to confirm her suspicions regarding Charlee’s possible drug habit.

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"Sienna!” Victoria called out to her. “Sienna turn around, please. That was uncalled for. He knows it and he had no right to say so. Please come inside . . . It will serve him right to have you there.” Victoria pleaded.

Placing a hand on Victoria's upper arm, Sienna moved the woman along to the sides, so the reports couldn't hear their conversation but the camera's still flashed. They were impossible to get away from.

"Victoria," Sienna sighed "I don't care nor did I come here to spite your husband and I don't want to cause trouble for you either. To be completely honest I didn't even want to come here tonight but it's my job and I'm a professional. Now that everything is taken care of I have no need to be here. Save yourself and me the trouble . . . Goodbye Victoria." Sienna smiled as she began to move away, ignoring the reports and photographers calling out to her.

“Thank you.” She said to the valet that opened and closed the car door behind her as Sienna slipped into the black town car, Heidi was already inside. “I think I'm just going to go home instead.” She said to the blonde.

I just knew you were going to say that.” Heidi smirked. “That's cool, these gowns are no good for Bar Hopping anyway. Friday night, you promised.”

“Friday night.” Sienna replied lost in thought as she watched the Upper East Side pass by.

It only took ten minutes to get to her place in a car and before she knew it they were pulled up in front of her building. The doorman to her building opened the door to the car.

“Good Evening Dr. Rose.” He greeted her as she stepped out the car.

“Good Evening to you too Jack.” Sienna smiled at him pleasantly and then she turned back to Heidi inside the car.

“So I'll see you at work tomorrow.” Heidi said as she looked up from the phone in her hand.

Urgh! Right work tomorrow?” Sienna scoffed. She loved her job working for the MET but she didn't feel like she could face it tomorrow.

“Why?” Heidi asked with a grin playing on her lips. “You going to call in sick? Because if you are so am I!”

“I'm tempted.” Sienna joked.

“No it will work out good.” Heidi said mischievously with a wink “We can say we were food poisoned at the Genovese's Gala.”

How scandalous!” Sienna laughed genuinely “Alright, I'll see you tomorrow.”

“Bye.” Heidi winked again as she pulled the door closed and rolled down the window.

“Bye. Thanks for cheering me up.” Sienna said moving away.

“Any time.” Heidi called out through the open window.

Sienna turned slightly and blew a kiss over her shoulder with a wave to her friend as the town car rolled away. She stopped suddenly a few feet away from the manned doors of her building and looked up to the top floor where her Terrace Penthouse was. It was dark . . .

Suddenly going back home wasn't so appealing. Landon wasn't there. It would be too quiet, too empty. She wasn't used to living like that. There was always some noise in her house when Landon was there . . .

Sienna didn't want to go home . . . She should have gone out with Heidi . . .

Sighing, Sienna ran a hand over her left upper arm only realizing then that she had forgotten her coat back at the Genovese's as the slitted long skirt of her strapless green gown fluttered in the light breeze as Sienna still stood there examining her options for the still young night.

She didn't want to sit at home going through a bottle of red wine alone and think about things that made her cry but she didn't want to be in the company of any one else either, Sienna thought with frustration . . .

She didn't know what she wanted . . .

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While Dylan was tinkering with his phone, he looked around the room. He saw Kole nodding towards their direction. He inclined his head in greeting. He’s wondering though, if it’s safe for his adoptive sibling to be seen at a Genovese event. He’s a spy for his father and that in itself is dangerous. Good thing all of them knew how to protect themselves. His father made sure of that.

"If you want to try out any other colours, just let me know. It's just a matter of changing... Never mind."

Looking back at Dylan, Linc took his iPhone and placed it back to his pocket. “Yeah, its all greek to me. I am so lucky to have a techie brother. I’ll bring my laptop over so you can change the settings as well.” He said grinning. His smart, brainy brother.... he could probably hack the Pentagon in his pajamas before he's finished with his first cup of coffee. Dylan’s phone buzzed, his brother’s brows furrowed while reading a text message. “ Problem?” he asked.

“Hey Linc, Dylan,”

Dr. Arden’s familiar voice greeted them. “Hello, Dr. Arden.” Lincoln greeted in return but the good doctor was more interested in her sister’s college application. The doctor seemed to be studying his sister’s face. Its not uncommon, since Dr. Arden was his sister's attending physician when she had her baby terminated.


"Sienna!”

He knew that tone very well. And it usually means someone’s behaving badly. Linc excused himself and walked towards the entrance.

“Sienna turn around, please. That was uncalled for. He knows it and he had no right to say so. Please come inside.”

He saw his mother and Dr. Rose talking heatedly. The latter moving closer, saying something but he couldn’t make out what it was. Dr. Rose then got inside her car and left. Linc stood beside his mother and said “Let’s get you inside mom, you might catch a cold.” He took her mother’s elbow in an attempt to usher her back inside. Whatever happened clearly got his mother upset. That damn woman is nothing but trouble.

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Character Portrait: Victoria Genovese Character Portrait: Jonathon Genovese Character Portrait: Anthony "Tony" Rizzo Character Portrait: Carter Adams Character Portrait: Charlee Shaee Genovese Character Portrait: Kalista Ross Character Portrait: Sienna Rose Character Portrait: Mick Carter Character Portrait: Lincoln Genovese Character Portrait: Rebecca Vendetti Character Portrait: Dylan Genovese
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Jonathon Genovese


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Character Portrait: Victoria Genovese Character Portrait: Jonathon Genovese Character Portrait: Charlee Shaee Genovese Character Portrait: Sienna Rose Character Portrait: Nate Hagen Character Portrait: Kole Marinos Character Portrait: Lincoln Genovese Character Portrait: Dylan Genovese Character Portrait: Lydia Arden
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Her husbands rebuttal to her snide remarks echoed in her ears as she pleaded with Sienna not to leave. “Victoria, do not start a scene.” Well damn right she was causing one then for the first time in years. Her collected and cool demeanor was absent as she fought to get a grip on a night that she felt she had no control over. “And I had every right. I don’t give a fuck who she is; don’t you dare go against me on this,” Jonathon had snapped. And I don’t fucking care about you ordering me around. I don’t bend to your will this way. I will not lose on two battles today. With that she had added the remark that it would serve her husband right for her to be there. She knew of Jonathon’s animosity towards the woman who had left Nate in a depressed spiral for months after her sudden departure from the city. Victoria had always remained quiet on the subject. Jonathon didn’t know just how sudden her own departure from her old life had been and moreover how hard it had been on her to uproot herself from the only thing she knew. But it had been for the better. She had hated so many aspects of that life in Wyoming. She could to a degree understand Sienna’s discomfort. It was no secret that she hated Jonathon. Victoria didn’t like her for that but they understood things about each other. Leaving. Being uncomfortable with the life one led. She desperately wanted to talk to the woman but it was clearly not in her control to force the woman to stay her. Jonathon had done his job of playing the pitbull too well.

Sienna responded to Victoria quickly, turning and putting a hand on her shoulder solemnly. Victoria felt the gesture was done out of pity. For some reason when she looked at the MET Director, she thought the woman was looking at her with a sorry look, like she was sorry to leave her there with the people inside. I am breaking Victoria thought to herself bitterly. She stiffened as a slew of reporters somehow pushed their cameras through the wrought iron gates to snap pictures. She turned her cheek away from Sienna as they stepped offside behind the valet’s podium.

"Victoria," Sienna sighed, commanding the red head’s attention. The family matriarch looked coldly towards Sienna, knowing that tone and knowing what it reflected, what her answer would be before she replied. “I don't care nor did I come here to spite your husband and I don't want to cause trouble for you either. To be completely honest I didn't even want to come here tonight but it's my job and I'm a professional. Now that everything is taken care of I have no need to be here. Save yourself and me the trouble . . .” Sienna reasoned with her. Victoria shook her head. “No, wait, that's not what I meant...” she sputtered and she was about ready to offer her own rebuttle when Sienna began stepping down the wide staircase to the valet.

“Goodbye Victoria," Sienna smiled weakly before turning to the driver who had her car waiting and Heidi who stood offside. Victoria felt stabbed. She couldn’t explain it. It was like Jonathon had thrown a knife into her back and now Nathaniel’s former lover was twisting it cruelly. She was completely out of control as Sienna stepped into her car. It was at that point that a hand brushed over her bare left elbow, looping his arm into her own. Victoria blinked twice before looking to see that it was Lincoln, her eldest son.

“Let’s get you inside mom, you might catch a cold,” he prodded. Victoria inhaled suddenly, having held her breath all that time. It was staggered and painful to do. She was seething, so angry she wanted to scream. Now she was left to deal with people who hated her for an event that was a front for something far more important that she had been kicked out of it seemed – her husband’s business. Jonathon had done so much for her. All she gave him was an effort to repay the debt of him saving her from her former life. She would die for her husband, go to prison for him, anything. He seemed to fear that now for the first time in their marriage. All of this had come out of her offer to deal with Theodore, to torture him, to make him suffer, to learn what he knew. If she was imprisoned for it, she had said she didn’t care. Jonathon had however, and he’d barred her from doing anything related to the boy, going so far as to arrange a client dinner with buys for the fashion house that she couldn’t get out of the night he had chosen to confront him and subsequently allowed him to fall off the balcony of their summer property into the river.

She hated this distance between them and even as her son linked arms with her, she was bitter and cold. Victoria squeezed his hand and leaned into him subtly. “Thank-you,” she whispered gently, in a tone she reserved for her children. “It’s nice to have you home,” she added. She rarely saw Lincoln with his school hours at Cornell being what they were and how in and out they all were.

As they stepped back inside, Victoria didn’t know what to do. Her eyes scanned the crowds and she saw Dylan and Charlee standing with Lydia off to the side. For the most part all of their guests had been allowed into the gallery and auction room. Checking her watch, Victoria noted that it was just after 8 o’clock which meant that she had a speech to make. “Time for the auction sweetheart,” she told Linc. She withdraw her arm from her sons and moved to kiss his cheek gently. “I look forward to catching up.”

With that she slid away, following her staff and finding Kole waiting beside one of the MET helpers assigned to inform people on any pieces that a guest had questions about.

“Kole, darling. Time to make our bit,” she announced gently. Her adopted son took Lincoln’s former position, linking arms with her and walking into the dining hall which had been converted into a mock auction house. Guests had assembled and were chatting and drinking champagne with their numbered signs. As Victoria and Kole approached the front a waiter tapped a spoon to the side of a spare glass. By the time they reached a glass podium for the auctioneer the large crowd had fallen silent. Victoria stepped away to speak first, leaning forward to tap the microphone gently. Hearing it respond she smiled. It was time to put on a show. If she was now relegated to being a trophy wife she was going to be a damn good one.

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“One million, four hundred and sixty four thousand dollars Mrs. Genovese, All raised for your charity. That was quite the speech and that was quite the auction,” the auctioneer announced. Victoria smiled and leaned in to squeeze Kole who had remained at the front of the room with her for the entirety of the event. She was nothing but pleased.

“I invite you all to eat dinner and to mingle for the rest of the evening,” Victoria announced, smiling as the room erupted into applause and several guests moved to leave the dining room while a number approached her, shaking her hand and thanking her for holding the event. She wanted nothing but to talk with Jonathon then and she absently wondered if his meeting had concluded on time.