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In Mafia Vita

Upper East Side

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a part of In Mafia Vita, by Korrye.

Beyond the mansion and within the city remain the wealthy more generally.

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For those who are wealthy, or even for those seeking any of the wealthy, the Upper East Side contains them all - from the virtuous to the sinners.
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Upper East Side

Beyond the mansion and within the city remain the wealthy more generally.

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Upper East Side is a part of Manhattan, New York.

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Jacob Genovese [0] A bitter brother scheming his revenge

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Character Portrait: Victoria Genovese Character Portrait: Jess Garcia Character Portrait: Kole Marinos Character Portrait: Dylan Genovese
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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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Character Portrait: Jonathon Genovese Character Portrait: Lincoln Genovese Character Portrait: Leonora Adams Character Portrait: Katherine Pamela Dixon
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Leonora Adams


Leonora winced as the subway jolted out of the station. The red welts Walter Kilpatrick had raised on her right buttock last night had calmed down to a dull throb, but between her legs she could feel a sharp stab of pain where Kilpatrick had grazed her with his rough entry, and then rubbed it raw over the course of the night. For a man in his 50s, he had had real stamina. And a vicious streak; the bruise on her cheekbone where he'd shoved her face into the wrought iron headboard had been visible when she rose this morning. Now it was an almost blue mark. She'd noticed a few people glimpse at it as she boarded the subway.

Kilpatrick had been a first-time client of Lea's. He had a regular girl, Yvette, but she was 'off-menu' for a week. Leonora's contraceptive injection meant this wasn't something she had to worry about, and she'd offered to take the job, happy to earn a little extra cash to help fund her move out of Staten Island, and to cover any earning losses she might experience through interning. If she ever got a placement. Besides, a chance to move in the glamorous circles of the MET gala ball at the extravagant Genovese Mansion wasn't something to be passed up lightly. Leonora had heard about it when she'd made discreet inquiries with her girlfriends about Lincoln Genovese.

She'd heard about Kilpatrick before as well, and on accepting the job, she'd looked him up. Kilpatrick was the head of the New York City Department of City Planning, and was rumoured to be a shoo-in for his party's nomination for the next mayoral nomination. He had a family, had served in the first Iraq war, and appeared the living embodiment of the American Dream. And he liked rough sex with prostitutes. It didn't bother Leonora; each to their own was her motto. And her meditation techniques had allowed her to blot out most of the pain and discomfort during her night with him. All the escorts had the option of reporting a client to the agency's mistress for this kind of thing, but Leonora didn't want to lose Yvette a regular client.

Leonora made her way from the subway at 68th and Lex onto campus. She hurried into the back of class - she was always about five minutes late for this one, given its early start - and slid into a seat next to a friend, who smiled at Leonora as she arranged her notes, then frowned in concern and gestured to her cheek. Leonora put her hand to the bruise and whispered: 'Fell on the subway' and turned back to the lecture. The shrug of her shoulders caused a lock of her hair to fall down and obscure the bruise. She couldn't concentrate, though. Her physical aches kept bringing pictures of last night back into her head - first of the occasionally enjoyable ordeal she'd suffered in Kilpatrick's bed, and then to earlier in the night, to the glamour of the charity ball, the opulence of the surroundings, the food, the champagne, the beautiful ballgowns, and also to not one, but two Genovese men; Lincoln and his father, Jonathon.

She'd first noticed Lincoln last year, but had been too caught up in her double life to even consider acting on it. During the summer break, she'd also resolved not to get involved in relationships; being the sexual plaything of many rich, invariably older, men was bound to complicate matters. Many men her age would be repulsed, she was sure, and though she'd hate to admit it, Leonora had a nagging fear that they'd be right. However, Lincoln's brooding presence had begun to worm its way into her consciousness; the smoky, spiced scent he wore, his broad, handsome features and muscled forearms, the possessive way he'd looked at her when she'd occasionally glanced his way. And then she'd caught glimpses of his father, overheard snatches of his casual conversation, and she'd fallen hard. She'd thought she was hardened to men's physical attractions, but he was a matured version of his son, as if tempered in the fires of life into something made of steel. And he had power. From on Kilpatrick's arm, Leonora had on several occasions seen imposing-looking men nod and hurry about an errand as Jonathon Genovese spoke to them; an aura of command rippled out around him wherever he went...

Leonora jumped as her friend nudged her elbow. The class was finished and she'd hardly taken any of it in. As they shuffled through the crowd leaving the lecture room, Leonora attempted to reassure her friend both about her bruised face and her daydreaming in the class, which was most unlike her. All the while, she scanned the hall for Lincoln. She hadn't seen him in class, but it was possible she'd overlooked him in a far corner. As she craned her neck, a girl about her own age stationed herself right in front of her. Leonora took a small step backwards in surprise, and found herself staring into big bright blue eyes.

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Character Portrait: Lincoln Genovese Character Portrait: Leonora Adams Character Portrait: Katherine Pamela Dixon
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KATHERINE DIXON



Katherine slid onto campus smoothly, dressed to the nines. She glanced around her curiously, still not used to the campus. Cornell University was definitely a beauty and Kat almost felt bad that she hadn't accepted them when she applied for graduate studies. It would probably help with how lost she felt at this point. She was late for the first class for the day and most importantly, she had no idea where Lincoln was.

As she walked around campus, she was stopped by a few people asking her if she was new.

"Yeah, I kinda transferred," she replied with a sweet smile, tucking some hair behind her ear. "I was at Brown...but you know how they are. Boring as hell." The group around her laughed and agreed wholeheartedly. Grinning to herself for having her social skills intact, Katherine continued to converse with the people, laughing when someone told jokes and giving them a small background.

Was she a cheerleader? Formerly so. What organizations was she a part of? She was interning at Stephen B. Kass and she was a part of the National Honor Society in high school. Earned her some impressed nods. What did she like to do? Write. What was she studying for? Law. She answered everything the way she was supposed to and without even trying, Katherine was the girl on everyone's list. She looked good in her little outfit and she had some gorgeous blue eyes that would be talked about all over campus. She was adorable.

Just as Katherine was about to agree with the kids and hit up this pizza place - because she was starving and breakfast had only been a bagel - she noted Leonora Adams walking with some girl. She was fairly beautiful, Kat noted. Katherine raised an eyebrow as she smiled at the people she was with. For some odd reason, she was curious about her. She asked around the group for who knew her before nodding pensively. Excusing herself from her group for a moment, she walked over to Leonora casually, smiling all the while. When she reached the girl, naturally Leonora gave her a look, one that resembled something like mistrust. Naturally, though. Kat knew the girl didn't know her.

"Umm...hi. You're Lenora, right?. I'm Rebecca," Kat introduced herself kindly, biting her lower lip nervously. "I kinda just missed class and the people I was with - they said that you went. They skipped. I know this is kinda awkward, but do you think I could borrow your notes. I swear I'll get them back to you."

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Leonora Adams


'Umm...hi. You're Lenora, right?. I'm Rebecca,' the girl said. 'Hi, Rebecca,' Leonora replied, beginning to relax again as the girl bit her lower lip nervously. She must be new or something. 'Hey, Leo, I'll see you after lunch, okay? said her friend before rushing off to catch up with the tutor.

'I kinda just missed class and the people I was with - they said that you went. They skipped,' Rebecca went on. 'Kinda just missed it, huh?' Leonora smiled at her, trying to put her at ease again. 'Don't worry, happens to us all. I barely made it on time either.'

The new girl returned Rebecca's smile. 'I know this is kinda awkward, but do you think I could borrow your notes?' Leonora hesitated. She had been so lost in her reverie about Kilpatrick, Lincoln and Jonathon that she hadn't taken a single note. 'I swear I'll get them back to you,' the new girl rushed out.

'No, no, it's not that at all,' replied Leonora. 'It's just that, well this is kinda embarrassing. I pretty much dozed off in there. I didn't write a single thing. But look, I've got half an hour or so. Do you want to get a coffee or something before next class? And I'll see if I can chase up some notes for both of us.'

'Come on,' Leonora beamed at the new girl, offering her arm to link. 'Let's get us some breakfast caffeine.'

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KATHERINE DIXON


Before long, Katherine found herself at the nearest Starbucks sitting across from Leonora. She had ordered her favorite - a caramel machiatto with extra caramel - and a strawberry scone just because. Taking a sip of her caffeine, Kat started to feel one-hundred percent better.

"I had so much stuff to do this morning," Kat admitted and set her cup down. "I had to run by my internship office and get whatever paperwork I needed to give to the school, I had to check on my aunt, and then attempt to run across town just to miss the class I was trying to get to."

Kat sighed, feet already aching. She literally did have to run; that was definitely not a lie. Still not used to New York, she missed her train twice and then had to walk/run to get over to the campus. Pennsylvania was never this difficult for her. Damn metro system, she thought. Hell, even DC wasn't this tricky to navigate. Luckily for her, no one had noticed her being out of breath.

"How long have you lived in New York?" Kat asked and took a small bite of her scone. Since they were both in the same boat, they might as well get to know each other. Besides, every connection counts and the reporter inside her knew that all too well.