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Victoria Genovese

If you so much as consider hurting my family you will suffer for it.

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

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The Crime Boss' Wife - The Family Matriarch

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Full Name:| Who else could I be...? Victoria Amelia Reinhardt Genovese

Nicknames:| Those are reserved for specific people... Her husband calls her Vicky, and her brother in law Vic but all others are to call her Victoria.

Age:| I'm proud of every year that I've lived...Thirty-six

Gender:| I think this body speaks for itself... Female

Orientation:| Married to my husband for so many years... Heterosexual

Originally From:| I came from the back country... Cheyenne, Wyoming

Currently Living:| I live in the capital of the world now... Upper East Side, Manhattan New York

Occupation:| What I do is none of your business... Victoria is married to the Crime Boss. Unlike most mob wives, she is incredibly involved within the family business in managing various front businesses - namely a Fashion House on 5th Avenue, several major restaurants and the primary casino with FC: Jonathon Rhys Meyers. She is involved in all major decisions as well as dealing with threats to the family.




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Likes:| There are many things that I love to do...
Victoria is a woman of high taste. She has always loved high fashion and couture and as such she inundates herself with regal clothing. She likes the best of the best when it comes to food as well, including wines and liqueurs. She likes a good drink but she is far from an alcoholic. Every meal is complimented by good wine in her mind. More simply she loves design - whether it's fashion or the interior of a house. Her passions for food and fashion have lead her to running several of the most elaborate family front businesses. Her business is always legitimate, with the buildings serving to house some of her husbands more illegitimate activities. She is passionate about being a working woman on top of being a mother. She loves to stay busy and when she's bored she can be lethal and paranoid.

Victoria would never be called gaudy. She enjoys bling, but she is not one for heavy or extravagant jewelry. For Victoria the simple and classic understated look is one that she owns. She loves lace and her wedding dress very much reflected that. She adores the 40s and 50s period in terms of conservative women's fashion and hair styles. That said, her favorite thing to walk around in is one of her husband's dress shirts.

Aside from her personal favorites, her passions are wrapped up in her family and her number one man, Jonathon. She has loved him since she met him, so dearly that she would die for him. Her children and her position as a mother are the two most time consuming things that she loves to do. Ever since she was a child Victoria wanted to be a mother. She had that chance quicker than she had hoped to, but she has never put her children aside for nothing. She believes the best of them, though her naivete sometimes leads her to ignoring concerning issues with her daughter. Still, her family is the foundation of her life. She loves them so much it hurts at times and no threat against them or those close to them is never tolerated - even those adopted into the family, like FC: Liam Hemsworth and her husbands closest ally, FC: Sam Worthington.

On top of it all, Victoria loves classical music. She is a cello enthusiast though she has never learned to play. She is a collector of art - often more modern than outdated. She enjoys museums as well, making New York her favorite city. After all, she had met Jonathon at the Guggenheim. A good party is always her scene. Victoria has always been a social butterfly - though she prefers to watch people than to outright speak to every guest of her party. She also loves to dance and of course she loves sex - hence three children in such a short time period. Reading is also one of her favorite past times - anything from classical fiction to modern psychology. Given that she never attended university formally, she has learned all that she knows from teaching herself and years of reading intellectual texts. Philosophy and religious history has been a favorite of hers recently, especially given the mounting moral dilemmas of her family's business.

Dislikes:| Many things irritate me, don't you be one of them...
People tend to irritate Victoria more than things. Numerous people find themselves facing a grudge of hers. They may have done nothing to irritate her other than be themselves. The thing with Victoria is that she either likes a person or she hates them. Several of her husband's business associates concern her - namely the lead drug trafficker and the lead assassin. She sees both as inherently corrupting and while they are integral parts within her husband's business, she feels as if their activities threaten her family. Moreover, she sees the way her husband looks at the assassin. Victoria feels threatened by her, especially since the woman had been a friend of his family before even she had met him.

Aside from that, Victoria dislikes cheap food or fast food - she ate far too much of it when she was pregnant with all three children to ever want more of it. Anything deep fried is her enemy. She doesn't understand how people today are willing to eat crap and suffer a heart attack at 30 than to take care of themselves. She enjoys running and detests laying around doing nothing.

Victoria cannot stand unnecessary egos, outlandish arrogance and liars. She hates the unmotivated and she detests the pushovers. She cannot tolerate immoral people either, or people who flip-flop on a whim. She is a woman of principles and she wouldn't dare break them. She doesn't like it when people try to act smarter than her or above her. She hates it when she is betrayed or threatened - and people are often sorrier after the fact for making such claims.

Of the mundane, Victoria cannot stand whiny voices, the smell of rotting food, thunderstorms or grey days. She also doesn't like hair dye or cosmetic surgery - all that she is is natural, including the gloss of her vibrant red wavy hair.

Fears:| If I face any of these, I will retaliate without mercy...
Victoria is terrified that her children will fall victim to an enemy of the family and suffer for her or her husband's crimes. She fears they will be tortured and she knows that it is not impossible for them to become a tool to use against her or Jonathon now that they are older and far from her watchful eyes. Moreover, she fears being replaced, that Jonathon will move onto a younger trophy wife as she ages. Call it vanity or outlandish love, but she could not stand to lose him and be alive. Jonathon is the basis of her life, moreover. If he died, she would lose so much of herself with him and likely her sanity as well. She also fears drowning and in many ways the authority of her own country, especially after 9/11 and the Patriot Act.

Secrets:| Don't you dare think of blackmailing me...
At times Victoria has been addicted to the drug xanax, especially when she was a young adult and finding herself surrounded by unfamiliar and terrifying events, including the abduction of her children. She fears such a thing makes her look weak and unprofessional. While she has never cheated on her husband either, she has lately had some uncomfortable feelings towards his lead casino manager and her co-worker. She has of course admired the looks of other men, but she has never dreamed of them or imagined herself actually making the move until just recently when her husband seemed especially distant from her. Lastly, she killed her older brother shortly after she married her husband when he threatened Jonathon and it's a secret she has kept from him, especially that he attacked her as a child and that her father beat her. No one knows.



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Hobbies:| I don't often have free time but when I do I'm often doing any of the following...
Victoria can easily lose herself to listening to cello music. She enjoys attending concerts and spending time with her iPod on full blast. She has always found solace in listening to instrumental music more generally. She also designs for her fashion house and sews, taught by her mother to do so. She loves to draw and design, re-decorating the house a past time of hers for many years while the children were young. She also enjoys mothering of course and cooking. While the family has a private cook, she controls the kitchen for many meals, feeling it important for her family to sit down and have dinner together at least once a week now that the children are older. That said, she also enjoys working out and kick boxing. She is trained in self defense and like her husband can be quite combative hand to hand with any attacker.

Talents:| I am gifted at many things, can't you see that or are you blind?
From a young age Victoria has always been good with children. She was the babysitter for a wide span of kids from the age of eleven, and she was passionate about raising her own children though her husband insisted she needed help initially. She is adept at cooking and sewing as well, as had been mentioned. For many she carries the traits of a traditional housewife. That said she is an organized career oriented woman who is adept at managing numerous businesses and keeping a busy agenda. She is talents at party planning as well, and at designing. She is also a skilled hand to hand fighter and knows how to handle a gun though she prefers to commit herself to the archery range over the gun range like her husband who taught her to shoot. Torture is more of her forte. She is also a linguist, and often she becomes the individual dealing with internationals who don't speak in any language her husband knows.

Deficits:| Nothing you know about...
For as talented as she is, Victoria can be overwhelmed and her patience is a lot thinner than Jonathon's. She isn't the best shot and her emotions can often drive her actions in the moment. She is a poor driver for reasons unbeknownst to her and she bears the weight of her actions on her shoulders more often than she should. She is unable to read music or play an instrument. She is also easily paranoid and quick to judge - and often she sees what she wants to see in those she loves instead of their faults, especially in her children. She is quick to attack those who threaten her, and she is a poor judge of sarcasm and jokes.

Additionally she is bad at knitting/crocheting, baking, traveling, objective thinking, mixing drinks, and most sports - though her husband thinks it's funny to try and get her to play football.

Weapons:| Jonathon insisted she learned to shoot and so she did with him as her teacher. She has carried a Glock 39 recently. Of course, having grown up on a farm she was never unfamiliar with guns and is fulling capable of using a hunting rifle. She keeps a Mossberg 500 12 Gauge Shotgun in the bedroom in the event of an attack on the mansion and she feels far more comfortable using it over the handgun her husband insists that she always have nearby. A variety of guns are located throughout their properties as well - a variety of Beretta handguns and pistols in the event that she find herself in some kind of danger. She has never been a fan of knives but she is not against stabbing someone either. Since she finds the Glock distasteful, Victoria keeps a compact switchblade on her person at all times.




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Personality:| I am what you see, nothing more and nothing less...
Integrity. Passion. Loyalty. They are the three words that best describe Victoria. She is on the face of things herself and she holds nothing back from the people who know her. She is blunt and sharp with her words, not at all afraid to insult a new comer. She is not afraid to tell a person like it is, including her husband. She is unrelenting and emotional, often giving into her passions and acting according to her own definition of justice. Victoria is cunning and sly, more than willing to manipulate those outside of her circle to ensure the livelihood of her family. Above all she enjoys to see those who threaten her family or have hurt any of them suffer. Unlike her husband who enjoys a quick kill, Victoria is not afraid to torture information out of someone and to delay death until the last moment. She wants pain to be everlasting. It makes her feel powerful, so much more so than she ever did growing up when nothing she did could hurt those who hurt her most.

Victoria is seen by most as a vindictive bitch. She appears to hate more people than she loves but the strength of her feeling towards a person only goes one way or the other - she either likes you or she doesn't, end of story. Earning her trust takes a great deal of time as many have wronged her. Once you have lied to her, she has a hard time ever believing you again. She holds everlasting grudges and she is not afraid to voice her hatred of a person. She is diplomatic towards those she dislikes only when she needs to be - this almost always relates to when she has to deal with Jonathon's business associates. Still, once you are in her family and you are accepted by her, you can anticipate her ever lasting loyalty and devotion. She loves few but she loves them fiercely and would do anything for them - especially Jonathon. She would never dream of betraying those close to her unless they have wronged her.

Every bit the modern woman, Victoria is motherly and yet she strives to be a career woman. She is a fierce and sassy personality, not afraid to have a war of words with her husband - and then heated make up sex when one of them gives in. The art of persuasion has been one of her many talents - and a favorite topic of reading. Though Jonathon has long learned the tricks of her charms, her flirtatious smiles and overall appeal are often the source of her diplomatic face. If she isn't trying to win you over however she is harsh and often appears bitter. She is authoritative and her voice reflects that. She is only soft and feminine around her husband and family, and lately at times FC: Jonathon Rhys Meyers. She's been called many things - including a Nazi - due to her drill style of orders and incredibly high expectations. For as dependent as she is on her husband, she is very independent in terms of being able take care of herself. She is self-sufficient in many ways though to her deficit, she relies on her husband's affection to feel good about herself and all she does.

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History:| I am the child of a dirtbag farmer and a lowlife mother. I am not them and you will never know more...
Victoria is incredibly secretive about her past and within reason. She was born to a poor corn farmer and his quiet wife, their second child and immediately a disappointment given that she was a girl. Thomas Reinhardt was a cold and sinister man, spiteful that his wife was plain and that his land was half of his father's, the other plot having been sold to cover expenses after a particularly bad year the year before her inherited it. Constance Abbot had the misfortune of becoming his bride. The two met when Constance was a mere fifteen at a barn dance held by the local school. Thomas at the time was a content boy who thrived on the thrill of driving and riding horses. Constance was quiet and subdued, a mystery to him and immediately the source of her affection. While she disliked him, Thomas pursued her regardless. After the dance he drove her home in his family's beat up truck and tried to kiss her. When she fought him off he only wanted her more. Constance gave him eventually and their romp in the truck had her pregnant. The news came quickly and she was only seventeen at the time. Getting pregnant at a young age in their kind of town in the middle of nowhere Wyoming was not unheard of though Thomas was surprised when he sobered up the next morning and was met with a very plain faced young girl claiming that they had had sex - with the bruises to prove it. Thomas' father forced him to marry the girl and Constance moved in with his family in their simple farm house, helping to tend to the horses while Thomas learned the trade of growing corn. Their son was born shortly after they married. He was named Kenneth and he quickly took to his father. It would be some time before Constance came to truly love her husband. When the baby was born she spent most of her time nursing and reading. Her husband was not affectionate toward her either, finding the infant's crying and stink rancid. Still, they would come together in their youth when their child was six after Thomas' father was killed after a horrific incident where he was kicked in the head by a horse quite brutally. Constance respected her husband and in time she became pregnant again, only to have a girl - Victoria in 1976

Thomas' father bequeathed his farm to his son and unknown to him was the financial duress of being a farmer in an ever more so technological high skilled labor country. He grew bitter and tired, hardened by the toil of his land. Kenneth would stay close to him and as times grew harder Thomas turned to alcohol to drown his sorrows. The sorry state of his life led him to threaten his wife and in time he would come to attack her in his rage and unhappiness. The beatings were vicious and Constance kept quiet about it. She didn't dare divorce him - her religion forbade it and no one ever believed a woman's case to keep her children whom she loved dearly. It was in this world that Victoria grew up and she was viciously beaten for the first time at seven years old. Thereafter it was constant and brutal. She was hardened by it but defenseless as her mother tried to protect her but both the women fell to her father's alcoholic mood swings. In time Kenneth would too harass his mother and sister, not at all afraid to slap the woman if she defied him or didn't do as he pleased. Hard times made their family particularly strained for money often and Victoria never had the ability to indulge in anything. Instead she remained closer to the horses on the land, yearning to escape the country and endless flat plains.

School was a sanctuary to her. Victoria inherited her mother's passion for reading and quickly tore through as many books as she could, even when she was young. Her teachers were surprised that a girl of her stature was quickly smarter than most of the boys in her class. Her bookishness had her bullied however and her ability to outwit the elder boys got her into trouble quite often. She became involved in the school's choir as another outlet, having sung in her family's church for many years. While she wasn't that good she appreciated music and she was good with words. She was also a pretty face and at thirteen she got a job at a local diner as a cook and waitress, wanting to earn money of her own so that she could leave. Within a year she felt that several hundred dollars was enough for her to run away with but her father stole the money from her and then beat her senseless for having kept it from him. He felt that he owned her for everything she was - including any money she earned. She ended up in the hospital from that attack and her mother was beside herself because of it.

Things seemed to turn around when she was fifteen. While she wasn't that talent, her school's choir was and the group was invited to New York City to sing in a national competition. The trip was expensive as the students would take buses to the world's capital. With no savings of her own, Victoria at first felt that she wouldn't be able to go until her mother stepped in, footing the bill with a crop of money she had hidden from her father. She paid for her to go to New York, to see the city she had always dreamed of, the museums, the skyscrapers - everything. And she went and it all changed.

Victoria arrived in New York in early January, weeks away from turning sixteen. She was a jubilant red-head, so thrilled with the idea of seeing the city that all she did was smile. The choir was given passes to the cities countless museums, the competition hosts paying for the far away students to see all the sights. Victoria was enthralled and it was at the Guggenheim museum that she first met Jonathon. Victoria remembers the first day they met clearer than all others. She had been standing in front of a mock up of American Gothic. The painting dismayed her as she saw so much of herself in the woman who stood beside her bitter and morose looking father. Jonathon approached her quietly and then asked her if she could smile for him again as he had seen her laughing with a gaggle of friends earlier as she walked by. Victoria turned and was surprised to see a man so well dressed standing beside her, while she was dressed in a white sundress, her hair in a ponytail and tied with a red ribbon. She was immediately interested in him and they had such drastic chemistry from the start. Ever the bad boy, Jonathon took her out of the museum and out to lunch only to have her refuse to let him buy her anything to eat because it was so expensive.

While her choir did not win the competition, Victoria won something so much greater. Her sass had her play hard to get and Jonathon chased her all the more. The two week trip was almost over when she gave herself away to him completely, even though she was young. Jonathon begged her to stay in New York but she was forced to return to Wyoming with her school. She left broken hearted, fearing she would never see him again but leaving him her address. Returning to the farm was horrific. Her father had not known that she was going to New York until she was already on her way. Victoria returned to find her mother healing from a brutal beating, her face so swollen she couldn't see out of one eye even a week later. Horrified by what she saw, Victoria fought back with her words only to be cruelly slapped. Her brother Kenneth was disgusted with her for leaving and he saw her as abandoning their family. He spat on her while she fought to remain conscious after being tossed around, threatening to leave her outside to the wolves if she tried to leave to some no good city. In her fear she wrote to Jonathon that her brother had threatened her life, that she wanted to come back to New York but that she had no money. Her mother died a few days after she came home, having not seen a doctor for her brutal injuries. It seemed like the last straw and Victoria took every action she could to get out. The only way that she could was Jonathon, who sent her a plane ticket for a private jet out of Cheyenne within days of receiving her letter.

When her mother's body was taken to the hospital morgue, Victoria saw a doctor who insisted on treating her to ensure she wasn't too bruised or concussed. It was then that she found out she was pregnant, a harmless blood test revealing the truth. The knowledge was leaked to her father, however, and to her brother. As she fled the house she was called everything under the son. She left with only a bag of her favorite books and a handful of clothes to Jonathon, revealing to him that she was pregnant. His family took over from there. By the time he flew her out of Wyoming the bruises had faded. She delayed the flight for her mother's funeral and when she arrived in New York - to stay - the only bruise she had left she blamed on a bad fall off a horse and he bought it, she did live on a farm after all. Her pregnancy was a surprise to his family, but she was welcomed into the Genovese family far more warmly than she ever had been in her own home. She was quickly brought to the best OB-GYN in New York and Jonathon proposed not long after he flew her in. They were married in a rapid flurry of events, with far more of his family and friends attending than her own. Her father refused to appear, though Kenneth did make the trip with her aunt and uncle and cousins. It was after the ceremony and during the reception that he pulled her aside and threatened Jonathon. The lavish wedding was far beyond her and he accused her of being a gold-digger. Victoria fought back with a vicious slap and Jonathon was quick to escort the man from their wedding.

It was barely a week later that Kenneth returned to the family home, however. As she prepared for her honeymoon, shopping for bathing suits on her own, he cornered her demanding money and again threatening Jonathon. Fearful but wanting him out of her life for good, Victoria arranged to meet him later that night. She took the only weapon she had, a hunting knife and prepared to defend herself. She had no intention of killing him but when Kenneth saw that she had no money that night he attacked her. She took out he blade and savagely stabbed him in the stomach as he mauled her. When he fell back a rage took over her and she stabbed him until there was no likeness left of him. With no other way to hide the crime, she showered the blood off of herself and started a fire, the room ablaze and the remains unidentifiable. She escaped unscathed and it was the first time she killed. She inducted herself into his lifestyle without knowing it. Eight months later she had her first son and found herself quickly bound off to finish her studies from home while raising her child while her husband went to Yale. Things only got better from there, but her life also became more gruesome. Jonathon did not hide what his family did from her and she grew to respect them all and moreover she wanted in. She was sophisticated and knowledgeable and often times she would come to chime in on one of Jonathon's problems with a manipulative yet smart course of action. Of course their passion continued and her fertility had her blessed with two more children. It was only in her third pregnancy that Victoria felt overwhelmed. The pregnancy itself was particularly difficult and four months in she began to have health issues of her own. Though she fought to take care of the kids herself, not wanting to feel like an invalid, Jonathon hired a nanny. She came to trust the woman deeply and the help was essential when she was on bed rest in the last month. When her second son was born, she wasted no time in getting back into the family business and Jonathon was happy to have her finally not pregnant and on his arm.

She was 23 and at a family gala with Jonathon when the abduction happened and when the fatal shot was taken. She was by his side when he took the call, her glee and security in being with him suddenly absolved the moment she saw his expression at the words said through the phone. Victoria did not know right away that her children had been abducted but when she learned of it she took it in the worst way possible. She had a panic attack, she collapsed and worse, she became self harming. She became above all else completely irrational, her fear leading her to beg Jonathon to do anything to save them. He did, like a knight in shining armor. Never again would she go out with him lightly and never again would she trust her children to be entirely alone. Still, she was his wife. She grew stronger, never allowing herself to fall to such a level of neurosis. She became ruthless, wanting to accomplish more and having no qualms about hurting those who hurt her. Jonathon taught her to shoot, he taught her combat (and his closest brother, FC: Sam Worthington taught her more so) and she began to take kick boxing lessons. She fell into the New York lifestyle effortlessly and now at 36 the hardness of her childhood and the duress of her teens have made her into a fierce and confident yet brutal woman.

The incident with the young techie however has driven a wedge between her and her husband. Victoria had wanted her time with the teen but Jonathon had not let her near him. For the first time in fifteen years she feels like she is losing her security, and once more that her children are in inherent danger. She feels like the threats to her family are mounting and the more she tries to reach out to Jonathon, the more he is busy, the more he is dealing with people that she cannot stand. For many years now she has been working with FC: Jonathon Rhys Meyers, a man who has come to listen to more of her emotional rants than her own husband and for the first time in her life, she is becoming truly paranoid about her husband's fidelity and her position in this life.

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Miscellaneous:| What else are you after to know?
  • She drives a yellow Porsche Cayman
  • When she is really angry her accent becomes more Western.
  • She had her tubes tied after the birth of her third child to ensure that she wouldn't be pregnant again.
  • Her father is still alive though apparently dying of lung cancer
  • She has a tattoo on her ribs on her left side - Infinite love.

So begins...

Victoria Genovese's Story

Characters Present

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

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

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

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

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

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

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





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

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

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

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

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

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Jess slipped in the side gate which had been designated for staff. She'd been forced to temporarily dye her hair black, although the guy in the salon assured her that it would wash straight out. She was wearing glasses with a thin black frame and brown contacts. Her hair was up in a bun and she was wearing lipstick and eye make-up. She felt nothing like herself, and the outfit wasn't helping either. She had been walking laps of her flat in the heels to get used to them.

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

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

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

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

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

Here goes nothing...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Rizzo was.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Doctor Rose?”

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

“Go right in.” The bouncer smiled back.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He wasn't going to be here tonight?!

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

Sienna turned to Pierre as they stopped.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Hours before the Genovese gala was set to begin, Charlee had made her escape from the mansion. The excuse of a spa day was given to Pierre, the butler, in case anyone questioned her whereabouts. In truth, Shae just wanted to spend some time to herself and while the spa was the intended destination, she wouldn't be there the entire day. An art auction was to be held at her house that very night, but Shae could care less. Her attendance was request, as usual, and the young girl didn't dare disappoint her mother in front of the very people she aimed to please, but Shae wished she could forego the entire experience - just this very one. Usually she was up to working a party, flirting, and conversing with those she'd just met and the ones she'd known her entire life, but today Shae felt sluggish, even dull almost.

The spa had done wonders for taking Shae's mind off the events that were to take place. A full facial, massage, manicure, and pedicure were ordered. The labor of the work taking hours alone. Shae relished and relaxed as she was doted upon at the shop. The spot was a regular source of comfort - one Shae most commonly chose to indulge in alone and after hours of preparation, she almost felt well enough to venture back to the mansion. Just two more stops.

An appointment at the salon both she and her mother preferred was made two days ago, though the owners would have fit either of the Genovese women in if they had just walked through the doors. It was a luxury that Shae was accustomed to and took for granted. Things often just fell into her lap and she didn't think twice about those who bent over backwards to please her and her family.Today, she wanted just a simple blowout done to her long, red strands. For the past few weeks a change of pace had been considered, a haircut, a new style, maybe even a new color, but Shae had also changed her mind at the last second choosing to keep her red locks that fell mid-back. Plus, Shae knew that her her color complimented the dress Shae had spent hours picking out. Yes, a simple blowout would work best for the occasion.

Small talk was made with her regular hairdresser, Sandy, but Shae, as always, kept the intimate details of her life to herself. Most people opened up to their stylist, engaging at gossip at the very least, but Shae kept the conversations light and often asked about Sandy's life rather than steer the conversation towards herself. With her family and life, Shae couldn't afford to put her trust into just anyone and even now she realized it.

The blowout only took a half hour. Shae paid, left a rather generous tip, and was on her way. Her last stop before home was a little out of the way and Shae constantly checked to see whether she spotted anyone who might recognize her or her father. She couldn't have anyone reporting these actions back to Jonah and people were quick to divulge her secrets.

A rundown looking house sat on the corner of 85th street. Everyone in the area knew the house. It was a place to score. Shae felt more than uncomfortable having to buy her ecstasy from this particular place, but she didn't have the time or place to wait for a response from Carter, her father's lead drug trafficker, should she call him. Plus, Shae would be more inclined to do other things with Carter than to simply buy drugs and she couldn't risk ruining her hair. Victoria would kill her if she showed up late to the gala and looked less than presentable. So, gathering every ounce of courage she had, Shae parked her black Mercedes-Benz, locked it, and walked anxiously up to the bright red door. She knocked three quick wraps and took a step back. The door, chain still locked, cracked ever so slightly. "Uhm, J.C. sent me." Shae lied, though she knew using his name would help the transaction go a lot smoother. The door closed in her face. Shae, more than confused, turned to walk back down the steps and to her car. She'd only just turned when she heard the door open once more and was welcomed in by a lean, built brunette.

He quickly asked what she needed and she didn't waste time in telling him, cash in hand ready to make the deal. The two quickly traded merchandise and Shae was on her way, ecstasy in pocket. Just making the deal had given her a thrill almost causing Shae to forget why she'd wanted the E to begin with. In haste, Shae pulled away from the house and in the direction of her Upper East Side estate knowing her mother would be expecting her to be there.

The drive from where she was to the Genovese mansion took the better part of a half hour, but soon enough Shae was puling up the driveway, around back, and into her parking spot in the garage. Her hair and makeup may have been done, but Shae still needed to pull herself into the dress and slip her feet into the golden heels she'd selected for the evening. Realizing she'd spent way too much time out and about, Shae rushed to her room and prettied herself up. With luck, she managed to avoid her mother until she was fully ready for the evening. One quick and final look in her bedroom mirror told Shae that she was cleared to make her appearance at the party as she knew that quests had probably started arriving.

Her entrance was anything but grand. Unnoticeable would probably be more fitting. Shae pranced down the stairs, a facade of happiness painted on her face. Her bright red lipstick complimenting her hair and dress, making her look even more attractive - way too mature for a seventeen year old. She waved to some of her mother's 'friends' and smiled to those of her father before grabbing a glass of champagne from a server. Victoria would disapprove, as would Jonah, but Shae didn't mind their disapproving eyes or nagging. They wouldn't make a scene in front of their many guests, so Shae wouldn't face her consequences until much later and by then she would care even less than she did at the moment.

Knowing that at all times at least one pair of eyes would be on her should she stay in the room, Shae slipped off to the kitchen for some privacy just as she slipped one white pill under her tongue. There. That should help with tonight. She told herself before returning to the grand room and socializing with their guests. Dylan stood alone and Shae thought best to make conversation with someone she at least cared about. And she cared about Dylan more than any other person on the planet.

"Hey, little brother." she addressed him. "Anything interesting to cure my boredom?" She asked lightly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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"Hire me to make your house completely government-agent proof, sure. I'll watch over the area from a distance; deleting any records of questionable activity. Hell, I won't even blink while I do it. But don't ask me to dress up and be social..." The technology expert groaned to herself, ranting aloud only to a sleeping feline in her apartment. Sighing deeply, Que picked up the straightener again. It was the only hair styling accessory she owned, save a hairdryer and a few hair ties. She twisted her blond hair between the hot plates, curling it ever so slightly. Jacqui had been at this for a good 20 minutes; more time than she ever spends on her hair. With a grunt of frustration, the techie set down the straightener and stood before her vanity mirror. The reflection in front of her was a girl that she had never seen before. It was almost eerie. She had the same face, same eye color, and same boyish body frame, yes. But Jacqui couldn't identify her, especially not as herself. Shaking her head, Que turned from the stranger.

Repositioning her hair so it covered her gauges (there was no way she would wear earrings), Que started towards the headset on her nightstand. When the woman opened her eyes again, she was staring at the ceiling just above her bed. After a few seconds of confusion, Jacqui came to realize what had come to pass. Bloody heels... After a bit of struggle, she made it back on her feet. Troy had been awoken from his slumber after the woman came crashing down a few feet from him. Her impact on the bed sent the feline an inch or so into the air, and he wasn't pleased. The small furry creature's tail thrashed wildly as he sat. Jacqui knew he was mentally killing her in various ways, but she couldn't worry about that now. Right. Gala.

Jacqui placed the small mechanical speaker into her ear. To a common observer, it was practically invisible. With her hair over the same ear, however, Que was assured no one would notice the audio piece. A slender index finger clicked a small button twice, powering the machine. Next, the light on the woman's iPhone shone through her purse, confirming that the device was functioning properly. With a deep breath, Jacqueline slung her purse over her shoulder and headed out of the door.

Seven thirty five... I should be alright. Jacqui's apartment was conveniently located in the Upper East Side of Manhattan, just a few minutes away from the Genovese estate. The woman's heels clicked down the steps to the sidewalk. A breeze whisked past her, and she silently thanked whatever was listening that she hadn't worn a more free flowing dress. A flash of yellow to the right caught the woman's eye. Two fingers were placed under her tongue, and as the air rushed out of the small crevice a loud and high pitched whistle sounded in the area. The cab's breaks screeched in response, and Jacqueline did her best to quick-walk over to the door. After seating herself in the rear of the vehicle, she immediately opened the window. Goddamn cramped form of transportation... As she was grumbling to herself about being unable to ride her motorcycle to the mansion, the driver cleared his throat. She could feel his pointed stare through the rear-view mirror.

"Hm? Oh, right. The Gen-o-vese estate, please." The man's eyes widened for a moment. He thought she was kidding. Suddenly aware of his bewilderment, the antisocial techie raised an eyebrow, staring at the mirror with cutting animosity. The man shifted uncomfortably in his seat before pulling onto the main road again. Prick. Yes, I can get invited to fancy places as well. She spent the rest of the car ride in silence, with her arms crossed over her chest. As cold as it was, there was no way she could stand sitting in such a small place with the window closed. Jacqui was determined to simply grin and bear it. After a few minutes the yellow cab pulled up in front of the mansion. The driver didn't receive much hassle when he was going through the gate. The girl had simply flashed the man operating it a look; she had been here recently, and there was no reason the man should have already forgotten her face. Oi, they haven't replaced this one yet. That saved me a good five minutes. Jacqueline stepped out of the cab, taking a deep breath and relishing being released from her confinement. She paid the man what she owed him, as well as two bucks extra. Money wasn't difficult to come by anymore. The Genovese would pay well to those who worked well, and the girl made sure she earned as much as she could.

Curls bouncing, the introvert made her way up the steps to the main doors, passing the large pillars on either side of the entrance. These men she did not recognize, and from their expressions-they didn't recognize her either. "Name please, ma'am?" Despite the formality, Que could still sense the hostility in his voice. He was scrolling through a list on his iPhone, setting it back to the top for easy maneuvering depending on where in the alphabet her name would lie.

"Jacqueline Siqueira. I assure you, my name is there." The man looked her over once and perked an eyebrow, before slowly returning his gaze to the small screen. What is it with people today? I'm just as formal as anyone else here. Though Jacqui told herself that, she was far from believing it. Her entire outfit she had just bought two days ago; formal attire wasn't something she found essential in her daily activities. After a few moments of impatiently picking at her nails, the man finally nodded to her. "Proceed. Enjoy your visit, miss."

"Thank you." The woman replied. The lack of inflection in her tone of voice caused an icy feeling over the guard, but of course, he was trained to not falter. With one last glare, she continued through the entrance. Jacqueline reached for the phone in her purse and unlocked the screen. Selectable labels such as "Library", and "Dining Hall" flooded the screen. The woman selected the "Kitchen" icon. Crisp audio played in her right ear. First Que heard a few conversations, but then glass shattered in the room. The techie rolled her eyes, but then heard Victoria's voice through the speaker. That's when she decided it was best to remain ignorant as to whatever happened next in that room. Deselecting the "Kitchen" icon, Jacqui focused on the room before her again. She was presented with champagne after a few moments, which she gladly accepted. Other than the brief "Thank you" she uttered to the server however, she remained socially oblivious. It was now 7:56, and she hoped that the meeting would begin soon. Sipping at the liquid, the woman scrolled through her iPhone mindlessly.

Thank God for alcohol...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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





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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I'm here with the MET. I'm leading your Auction. Oh and there's something I should really discuss with you too first . . . It's not too horrendous . . . Just a small problem, I promise!”

“Well she referred to you as Doctor Rose. So I'm assuming you went back to school then? And now you're working for the MET?” Victoria questioned with more interest then Sienna wished to discuss.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sienna paused to think about it a moment as she tapped a finger against her lips.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You did well, Kole. You managed this situation where many men would’ve panicked, and you have nothing to feel guilty about; he would have taken you down without a second thought. I know this must be difficult for you, and I understand that you feel the way you do, but he’s not worth it. Think of what would have happened had you not done what you did. Any one of us would have done the same thing.” He sighed then, pausing as he glanced at Nate out of the corner of his eye, before his eyes became all the more serious, on Kole once more, with his next words. “Your father was not your fault, Kole. There was nothing you could’ve done to help him, and you need to know that.”

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

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

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


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


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


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





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

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

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

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

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

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Shae threw one arm around her little brother's shoulders. "Me? Miss a chance to dress up? Never." she told him, voice dripping with sarcasm. The ecstasy hadn't kicked in yet and Shae wanted nothing more than to blow the party and hide in her room. One look across the room at their mother and Shae knew it would be impossible to do such a thing. "Why aren't you enjoying yourself?" Shae asked Dylan. She could understand why he wouldn't be though. He was far too young and protected to be a part of the family business, and Shae prayed that even as he grew up he'd never be exposed to anything of the sorts. She'd only been four when she and her siblings had been kidnapped and she vaguely remembered the details herself. In Shae's opinion, Dylan shouldn't have to grow up facing things like that and she would do almost anything to make sure he didn't. Dylan and Shae were probably the youngest ones in attendance, which certainly could put a damper on things. There was only Jonah's business associates and older men and women to schmooze. Add everything up and it equaled an evening of certain boredom.

Caught in conversation with her brother, Shae barely noticed Dr. Arden flash a smile in their direction. Nonetheless, Shae returned it and continued socializing. Before Dylan had the opportunity to answer, Lincoln walked up. "Did I miss anything?" he asked his younger siblings. Charlee let Dylan take the reins and while he answered about spilled champagne, her mind wondered and her body relaxed. Shae wasn't sure if it was the beginning effects of the E or if it was Linc's presence. Whenever he was around, she'd always felt more relaxed - protected. She knew that her brother would never let a single thing happen to her as long as he could help it. He had been the one to keep both she and Dylan calm during their kidnapping. If there was one person she trusted on this earth, it would have to be Lincoln.

After Dylan had finished talking, Shae took it as an opportunity to question her brother about his date tonight. "So, who's the broad?" she asked, her tone defensive and weary. Shae was always concerned when Lincoln had a new girl on his arm. Her brother could handle himself in his love affairs, obviously, but the first girl to break his heart would get a not-so-nice visit from one Charlee Shae Genovese.

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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.