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Zane Stark

"And how can the world want me to change? They're the ones that stay the same."

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a character in “Love is Madness”, as played by paokikipao

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{"Sometimes the wrong choices bring us to the right places." - Unknown }




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|Full Name|
Zane Alexander Stark

|Nickname|
Alex

|Birthday|
May 2nd, 1987

|Nationality|
1/2 British, 1/4 Scottish & 1/4 American

|Sexuality|
Heterosexual

|Occupation|
Works full time for the family business

|Hometown|
New York City, New York (Staten Island)




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{"And how can the world want me to change?
They’re the ones that stay the same."
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|Quirks & Habits|
Usually starts humming/whistling to random tunes when he's amused by something || He's a bit of an insomniac || He always carried germ-x (he's a bit of a neat freak) || Zane can't actually sleep unless the room is almost pitch black, if there's even the dimmest light source he can't sleep || He doesn't drink alcohol || Doesn't like eating fish || Despite his background, he is nonviolent though if needed he'll do whatever it takes ||

|Talents, Strengths & Skills |
Leadership
Marksmanship
Perfectionist
Cooking
Athletic
Compassionate
Gaining Favor
Getting People to Respect him
Jack of All Trades

|Flaws/Weakness|
Fearing That Angel Will Get Hurt
Would do Anything for his Family
Self-Sacrificing
Martyr tendencies

|Hobbies|

|Fears|
øLosing Angelø
øDeath of family membersø
øHe's got a bit of Acrophobiaø
øLosing Angel, her Falling out of Love with himø

|Secrets|
He is in love with Angel




|Goals/Dreams|




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|Personality|

|Serious| |Determinate| |Loyal| |Hardworking| |Honorable| |Trait| |Trait| |Trait|
|Likes|
Angel
His Family
Spending Time with Angel
Acts of Kindness
Spicy Food
Cooking
Studying Other Languages
Tradition
Respect
Honor
Romance
Working Out
Women in Heels
Racing
|Dislikes|
False Pretense
Arguing with Angel
Very Cold Food
Ignorance
Losing Control of Himself
Being Ignored
Feeling Left Out
Losing any of his men
Strong Sweet Smells
Rudeness
Disrespect
Criticism
Staying in the same place for too long
Junk Food




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|Place of Origin|

|History|

|Family Tree|

|Happiest Memory|

|Saddest Memory|





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|Other|
Here
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So begins...

Zane Stark's Story

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Patrick Stark Character Portrait: Annabelle Gianni Character Portrait: Zane Stark Character Portrait: Angiluzza "Angel" Pagliarelli
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#, as written by Vix
Date – Tuesday, October 29th, 2013
Time – 5:37pm
Location – Queens, NYC; Pagliarelli Compound
Setting – With his only brother recovering from surgery after a severe blow to the head, Alexander Stark has contacted the head of the Pagliarelli family – Antonio. Both families are meeting now to discuss a possible truce, ending the feud that has put a dent in their businesses and taken away the lives of many of their family members and dearest friends.








Patrick wasn't in a good mood. He was especially cross with his father for interrupting him before he could finish up with a particularly pretty and rather talented waitress that he had picked up the previous night. Why? All so they could go and have a chat with the Pagliarellis about ending their little feud. Well, it wasn't exactly a little feud, per se. It had been going on since... Well, since he was a child. What had made his father change his mind and decide to try and bring about peace? The fact that his brother was now recovering from a blow to the head by a Louisville Slugger. Patrick did feel bad for his uncle, but he had gotten used to people he cared about being hurt. While it did fuel his rage to go out and cause more trouble, it still wasn't going stop him from picking up random broads and having a hell of a time with him. As far as he was concerned, he was living the life that most people could only dream of. He could write a book and make a movie that would become a timeless classic just off of the first twelve years of his life.

Right now, he was being ushered through a rather large and impressive home decorated with classic Italian art and containing no guards. Hmph. A sign of trust, no doubt. As he walked alongside his younger cousin, Zane, he glanced to his left to catch the sight of a young woman closing a door behind her, wrapped in a towel. “Check out the legs on that one.”, he whispered, his thick Surrey accent slipping past his lips as he jabbed Zane with his elbow. He shook his head with a grin and gave a low whistle before running his fingers through his hair. Like the other men, he was fashionably dressed in a white button-down, grey vest, black slacks, and black dress shoes. Damn, you look fine., he thought to himself as he caught his reflection just before being ushered down some stairs and into a large room where the Pagliarelli family were waiting at a large table, seats for the Starks opposite of theirs.

Zane’s neck was starting to hurt as it did every so often when he was tense or under stress. He wasn’t surprised though, today was a nerve wrecking day it would have been most strange had he not felt the pain. He had just returned from visiting his father at the hospital to learn that his uncle had managed to contact Angel’s father. His sturdy hands almost trembled not knowing what was happening, he wondered if they had somehow found his candid romance with Angel and the thought alone was enough to make him almost sick to the stomach. It wasn’t until he learned that the meeting would take place to discuss a possible truce between them that he could feel the pain in his neck diminish.

He waited with Patrick for further instructions; leaning against a wall with his legs stretched out and crossed arms. He eyed Patrick with a tired look; he hadn’t gotten much sleep even for an insomniac like himself. He doubted he had slept but an hour at the hospital, he refused to let anyone else take care of his dad even his older brothers. Between texting Angel and looking out for his father he had almost passed out in the sofa that was almost too small for a man his size.

Zane had already been to the Pagliarelli’s compound; he thanked his stealthy skills for every time he snuck around to Angel’s room. For the moment he spared no detail as he looked through the very traditionalist décor in the home interiors, it was then when he noticed Angel entering her room with nothing but a towel revealing her beautiful shape, “Check out the legs on that one.” his cousin remarked. Zane almost, as if in a reflex, clenched his fists, ready to punch him. But for the moment, he settled with pushing him, trying to shove some sense up his arse. Patrick only rolled his eyes.

And now, the moment that they've all been waiting for. As the Starks sat across from the Pagliarelli clan, dirty looks were exchanged from both sides. Alexander promptly found his own seat at the head of the table where the elder Antonio had saved a seat exclusively for him. Patrick suppressed the urge to shoot Zane a smirk as he took a seat next to his father, giving a curt nod to Don DeAngelo sitting on the other side of Don Antonio. Zane was also quick to find a seat of his own but not before he gave a respectful acknowledgment to his uncle, then nodded to DeAngelo and Don Antonio respectfully. He was thankful that Murphy had saved him a seat to his right. He had barely managed to sit down when the meeting officially began.




“Some of you may not know why we're all here.” Don Antonio was the first to speak, his accent thick with Italian as he placed his hands in front of him. “Our...factions – have been warring for the past fifteen years. And it is time to put an end to it once and for all.”

“I – ” Alexander stood and clasped his hands in front of him, facing the Pagliarelli side with a sincere expression, looking DeAngelo directly in his eyes. “On behalf of of the entire Stark Family. And the Brothers. I apologize. We've all suffered the loss of family and loved ones and... I reached out to Don Antonio in an attempt to stop this. The old fashioned way... My son Patrick will marry a woman of the Pagliarelli family at the behest of Don Antonio and once our families merge, the feud will end.” Zane frowned through every word his uncle said. He longed for nothing more than a truce between both families but knew exactly what his words meant, immediate horror flashing through his eyes. Though he was a master at disguising his emotions, he could not hide his wrecked feelings. “Angel”, he muttered in an inaudible whisper. Immediately his eyes sought her in the room and was somehow glad once he noticed she was not there to see him at his worst.

Patrick turned to his father in absolute dismay, obviously displeased that he had been put up to offer like that. Wasn't it usually the males who chose an unwilling bride in an arranged marriage. He didn't know. But he still wasn't happy! But at the same time, everyone looked confused, the Starks wondering which Pagliarelli it would be. Honestly, Patrick didn't mind the idea of pretty Italian girls being lined up against the wall for him to judge like cattle. But then his thoughts turned to Anna and he gave a smirk.

The Pagliarellis weren't exactly thrilled as Don DeAngelo spoke in hushed tones with his sons, sister, and brothers before turning to his father. Anna's eyes met Patrick's but hers reflected nothing but sadness as she shook her head at Patrick's grin, showing disapproval before she looked at Don DeAngelo again. She did not know what was going on despite everything having already been explained.

Patrick flashed Annabelle his signature playnoy smile as he rose his hand some to gather a bit of attention, causing Don DeAngelo to acknowledge him. “I suppose I can't complain too much if I'm marrying a woman with a face as beautiful as hers.” He nodded towards Annabelle, though he was quickly silenced by Don Antonio slamming his fist against the table, startling everyone. “No! Annabelle is not a Pagliarelli. This will be done correctly – No cutting corners. My father would roll over in his grave.”, he growled. Anna's eyes shifted now towards Don Antonio, almost pleading he could somehow change his mind, hoping that someone could stop the craziness that was unfolding before her eyes. She doubted Don DeAngelo was pleased and eyed the stairs, wondering when on earth was Angel going to come.

It was then that Don DeAngelo turned to his father again, a frantic expression crossing his face. “Padre, non abbiamo femmine di Pagliarelli stirpe di sposarsi. Chi ha accettato di questo?”

Don Antonio lifted his chin some as everyone leaned in to hear his answer. Though it came out only in a whisper, his family already knew the answer. Zane was having a hard time keeping his calm, his clenched fists starting to hurt now at his tight grip with knuckles turning bone white.

“Angiluzza. Lupe. Pagliarelli.”

“Angiluzza non avrebbe mai accettato questo!” DeAngelo Sr. raised his voice some, clenching his fists as his eyes filled with desperation. His daughter would have told him if she had agreed to something like this. Right?!!

“Non l'ha fatto.” Don Antonio didn't seem too fazed as he answered, keeping his calm as his family members immediately jumped from their seats. Most of the Starks seemed confused, unable to make out any of the Italian words being thrown around as they all cursed to the high heavens, offered to just cut the head off of the snake right there while Alexander and his family were there, any everything they could think of to save Angel.

Just outside, the young woman in blue walked alongside a man who looked to be in his early-40s, her arm linked around his. The two men standing guard at the door gave her apologetic smiles before opening the door for the pair. Paolo and Angiluzza walked down the stairs into the bunker where all of the important meetings were held, her heels clicking against the oak steps. Reaching the bottom, she resisted shooting Zane a smile before taking a step forward, Paolo gravitating around her every moment and keeping his eyes on the Starks as everyone in her family yelled.


“What's going on here?” She didn't yell, but her family had seen her enter and immediately began to talk at once again, filling her ears with promises of not forcing her to marry Patrick Stark.

“Zitto! Mi sposerò Patrick Stark. Se è quello che finirà questo, così sia. Sappiamo tutti che il codice. Sapevamo che questa era una possibilità. Io non ho paura né arrabbiato né si dovrebbe essere. Dovremmo rallegrarci che la guerra che ha provocato la morte dei nostri cari è finita.”

She rose her voice above her family's, letting her chin rise some as her grandfather looked upon her with approval at her decision, feeling Paolo's hand rest against her shoulder to give her a squeeze as though it would instill confidence. She looked and sounded fierce on the outside, but she was absolutely dying to scream and cry right about now. Anna looked at her best friend with a smile trying to reassure her that she had no fault in the mess but it was obvious she'd take one for her family. How much Anna dreaded she was not of their blood, she couldn't quite avoid but to shed two tears. One for Angel's sake, her sister not in blood but in soul, and one for her own as she knew the man she loved was to wed someone other than her.

Zane had very basic knowledge of Italian, but the few words Angel had taught him were enough to understand but a few words from all the commotion, still he knew exactly of what was going on. Angel was to marry Patrick. The thought alone was enough to make him rise in sheer anger though he did his best not to make the situation worse. “With all due respect Don DeAngelo, this is highly unpractical. I am more than certain we can resolve this situation without having to resolve to such… primordial methods.” He paused for a moment as hebowed down showing Don DeAngelo his respect, “Please…” he begged.

Everyone just...stopped. They all looked at Zane with a questioning expression, though his brother Jeremiah was quick to jump to his defense. “Our mother was a wonderful woman turned sour from an arranged marriage. My brothers and I are simply sympathizing with your daugh – ”

Jeremiah slowly came to a hush and then to a halt in his words as Don Antonio stood.


“I will not have your family disrespect mine any further by going so far as to spit on traditions that we've upheld for two centuries. Our family helped found the Cosa Nostra, shaping it into all that it is today. I wouldn't expect you to understand our ways, nor do I care if you do or don't. My word is final. Alexander and I have made our decision and the bride and groom are consenting. I am very proud of my granddaughter and her ancestors would be to – To see a Donna in the making stepping up to the plate and accepting such a responsibility without a fuss. I am proud that she chooses to uphold our traditions.”

Anna waited for a few seconds after Don Antonio spoke. She smiled to the man that she considered her blood, her grandfather, and knew that if she were to stay a minute longer looking at Patrick and Angel she would be most likely to break in tears. Finally, Anna headed outside the door and as soon as she was out of peering eyes she rushed through the hallways and finally walked towards her car. She rushed through the house she had practically grown up in and finally spotted her car, a car’s collectors dream, her black Impala 67. She inserted the car keys as fast as she could before she drove off at dangerous speed off to nowhere in particular.

Patrick gave Angel a smile to which she simply did not acknowledge except with a cutting glance before leaving the room, discreetly pulling out her phone and texting Zane to come to her bedroom when he got a moment. Paolo was right behind her as the two heads of the families concluded that the meeting was over with Antonio offering for the Starks to remain to get a head start on wedding plans to which Alexander graciously accepted, most of them soon filing out, leaving behind Zane with his brothers. Zane was about to storm off to Angel's room carelessly when his brother Jeremiah immediately stopped him, pulling him back into his seat with much difficulty. "Calm down, Zane!", he said in trying to reassure him, "There's nothing else we can do today.", he whispered as he tried to talk some sense into him. It took Zane but a few seconds to recover from his anger before he nodded as he headed outside the premises.

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Character Portrait: Zane Stark Character Portrait: Angiluzza "Angel" Pagliarelli
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Zane could almost feel his blood boiling in anger and his breath falling short on oxygen, he was having a hard time breathing. He walked at a fast pace towards his car and opened the door almost in whim. Zane quickly closed the car’s door and reached for his cellphone in hopes that rereading Angel’s text could somehow help his nerves, yet it was a failed attempt. The single thought of seeing Angel with someone else, even if it was Zane's beloved cousin was sickening. Within a few second he quickly texted but a few words to Angel for her to meet him in their usual spot, he knew needed to see her before the day ended. In a hurry he drove off much faster than his usual driving speed.

It wasn’t that much of a surprised that Zane had reached their spot much sooner than Angel had. He quickly got out of his car and began walking back and forth thinking of what he’d say to Angel, hoping that she would not see him in such distraught state.

When Paolo had whispered into her ear that Zane had left the grounds, she knew exactly where he was headed. She grabbed a backpack and snuck away from her family by climbing out through her window and heading for her Audi R8 that matched the color of her outfit. She could see Patrick taking off right before she did, her grip tightening on the steering wheel and causing her knuckle to turn white. It really didn't take her long to get to their spot, a relatively abandoned park that was never finished on the outskirts of Queens with a great view of the ocean. She checked her rearview mirror as she parked next to his car to see Paolo stopping his motorcycle and getting off, leaning against it. He always played Candy Crush when keeping an eye out for them.

As soon as Zane saw her, he rushed to her side and wrapped his arm around her waist. Even with heels, Zane was much taller than her. For a while he said nothing and simply embraced her, finding comfort in holding her against his muscular build. It took him a few minutes to let her go before he moved his head to give her a soft kiss on her cheek. He touched her neck and moved closer to right ear, “Baby” he whispered softly, “are you okay?”. Mostly because he was sure he was far from it.

Her eyes welled up with tears, threatening to mar her eyeliner and mascara as she buried her face against his muscular chest and clinging unto his shirt for dear life. “I feel like crud.” She let her body press into his as her heels sank into the damp earth, making her feel even smaller than usual compared to him. “I hate him...So much.” Zane held her even more tightly, always being careful enough not to hurt her. He took a deep breath in trying to find words to comfort her but found none, instead he grabbed her face carefully and with his thumbs cleaned her eyes from the tears, "He does tend to have that effect on people."
, he finally said.

Angel simply sighed and closed her eyes. “This wasn't supposed to happen. I was supposed to be with you! I'm not spending my life with that monster! I don't want to have his kids! I don't want to lose my virginity to him!” She let it all out, throwing a mini tantrum while tears fell from her eyes until she broke into full out sobbing. Zane grabbed her shoulders softly and forced her to look at him in the eyes, "Angel," he whispered, "- look at me in the eyes. Does it look like I'm going to let that happen?"
, he began. Before she could say anything else he spoke again, "There is no bloody way that I will ever let anyone else lay a finger on you" he said with full on thick Surrey accent before he kissed her. She allowed herself to melt into her boyfriend's kiss, her hands moving to slide upon the nape of his neck while her eyes closed. For that moment, she felt like they were the only people in the world. There was no Patrick. No marriage. Nothing. Just she and Zane as she bit his bottom lip and let herself have that one sliver of happiness.

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Character Portrait: Patrick Stark Character Portrait: Annabelle Gianni Character Portrait: Zane Stark Character Portrait: Angiluzza "Angel" Pagliarelli
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#, as written by Vix
Date – Thursday, October 31st, 2013
Time – 9:04pm
Location – Queens, NYC; Pagliarelli Compound
Setting – The Pagliarelli household is not a happy household. Angiluzza's brothers are staying over for the weekend to spend time with and comfort her, knowing she needs it despite her strong poker face. Don DeAngelo is understandably the most upset of the family and has yet to leave his office since he entered earlier in the morning. Two days has passed since the feud ended and Angiluzza has been unofficially engaged to Patrick Stark.



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“Ciao, papà. Volevi vedermi?”

Angiluzza's timid voice pierced the silence that lingered in her father's office, the young woman peeking around the corner of the door to see her father sitting in his favorite velvet couch with a glass of wine in his hand. She knew that he, of all people, was about as far from happy as the earth was from the sun. She could see bags under his eyes, likely from his lack of sleep the past few days. It had been only two days ago when he had learned that his father had married off his only daughter and most beloved treasure to a man that neither of them had ever met. That young man also happened to be the son of the man who started the war between their families by cutting up their family members and friends and mailing the boxes to their family wrapped like Christmas presents.

DeAngelo had come to the conclusion that his father was simply old, tired, and not willing to shed any more blood of his family. He had only done what was best for his family, knowing that his granddaughter would do anything to end the feud. DeAngelo himself was a rather traditional man, but it was no surprise that he was willing to break tradition to save his daughter's happiness. She deserved to marry a man that she loved and knew would treat her well. She didn't deserve this.

“Sì, l'ho fatto. Vieni qui, principessa.” He gave her a weak smile, motioning her to join him. She had given him a nod and closed the door behind her, tugging on the rope of her green robe. She was wearing a full set of long pajamas underneath it, but she always wore her mother's clothes when she was upset. She had been lounging around in Divinia Pagliarelli's robe since she had returned home after spending a few hours in Zane's arms.

She returned her father's smile with a faint one of her own, taking a seat next to him. The silence returned, leaving a bit of awkwardness between them until he set down his wine and turned to face her. “Angel... Why did you do it? Why didn't you fight for another way?” Her lack of a fight had confused him and as much as he didn't want to, he suspected that perhaps she had met the Stark boy before and taken a shine to him. Though, that couldn't be any further from the truth. At least the part about her liking him.

“Because – ”, she started. “ – you and I both know that nonno is old school and he's not going to change his mind... And I'm tired of everyone dying. I don't want you or Uncle Enzu or Gelo or Zo or anyone else to be next.” She looked down for a moment before looking back up and giving her father a grin. “Besides – We can just pray that we get lucky and he ends up dead within the first few months. Our jobs are hazardous after all.” Her last words made her father smile and wrap his arms around her, giving her a tight hug.

“That's my girl.” They held each other for some time longer, letting themselves enjoy the silence before Angel was interrupted by a text message inviting her to a Halloween costume party. The Sicilian debated for a few moments before discreetly sending her beloved (Zane) a text message to invite him as well, informing him that she would go if he would go. She had been determined to spend as much time with him as possible until her marriage, unwilling to become an adulteress even if she would dream every night of slitting the throat of the man sleeping next to her. She would not dishonor her family, nor her God on such a level.






Date – Thursday, October 31st, 2013
Time – 9:13pm
Location – Staten Island, NYC; Home of Alexander Stark
Setting – Nothing has really changed around the Stark home since the big news. Patrick has been showing off photos of Angiluzza to anyone who will look, though his bragging isn't exactly the flattering kind. Alexander seems much more at ease and his brother William is doing well with his recovery. Patrick still has yet to visit his uncle in the hospital.



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“Deal me in.” Patrick walked into the family room where his brothers Jonathan and Harrison were playing poker with his cousins Zane and Murphy. Jeremiah looked up from his book with a raised brow before shaking his head and returning to Of Mice and Men, a book he considered elementary but still a riveting and touching read every time. Murphy gave a nod from behind his cigar before putting it in the ashtray, shuffling the cards and dealing everyone five, letting the others deal their own chips. There was a bit of silence and it did not go unnoticed by Patrick who gave a laugh before lighting up a cigarette and taking a few drags. “Cat got your tongues? What's the matter with you lot?” He had his usual smug smile on his face, his fingers seeming to constantly be running through his hair. The bearded older man didn't mind him adjusting his hair though – It was one of his tells and generally how he robbed his younger cousin blind in every poker game.

“How could you possibly find joy in marrying a woman who'd probably much rather see your head on a pike on her fence as a warning to any other fool who thinks to have her without wooing her first?” Murphy was the first to pipe up as the game started, though as soon as he spoke it seemed like he and Patrick were the only ones able to concentrate on the game. “Raise three large. And she didn't seem to mind at all. Not exactly the most enthusiastic bride, but she did accept willingly. Like Don Antonio said? Who are we to taint their silly honor?” He gave mocking laughter, caring little for his fiancee's family or their traditions, honestly finding it all to be boring and trivial.

Murphy cut Zane a glance before pushing forward chips as Patrick had. “Raise seven. And it's their silly honor that has kept us all alive for so long. Had they none, they would have contacted their allies immediately rather than have prevented them from stepping in to clean us all out. Don't be stupid, kid.” Patrick didn't reply, obviously irritated with Murphy already. He never really did hide his disdain for Zane's brothers. The two of them were older and wiser and they weren't afraid to put Patrick in his place. His own father never spoke to him that way unless he was angry. Murphy was the one he didn't like the most, mostly because Murphy wasn't afraid to get physical. While Murphy wasn't as brawny as his baby brother, he was still more muscular than Patrick.

He simply bit the inside of his cheek before laying down his cards. “Flush.” His gaze turned upwards towards Murphy's, the two of them holding their gazes, smug against stern. A light smirk grace Murphy's face as he laid out his own cards. “Straight flush.”

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Date – Thursday, October 31st, 2013
Time – 7:45 pm
Location – Staten Island, NYC; Home of Alexander Stark
Setting – Zane has tried his best in keeping his head in the game not wanting to draw more attention to himself from what he already had the previous days, as if his brothers were not keeping an eye on him to make sure he did exactly that. He has visited his father his father along with his brothers and is pleased to see him recovering well. Although Zane believes that peace is needed more than anything else, he is determinate to find another way. Before arriving to his uncle's place he had a heated argument with both his brothers who know of his affair with Angel.

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"That's enough!" Zane said firmly, not wanting to hear as much as another word from his older brother. Both Murphy and Jeremiah had been keeping a watch on him not to make any reckless decisions regarding the agreement, even though Patrick was the hot-headed one Zane had a temper of his own, they knew his younger brother had to be even more careful than what he had been before especially now that the Starks had made a deal. After all, the Starks were many things but a family who did not kept their word was not one of them which meant this deal had already been sealed with blood from the moment both families agreed, and though not everyone followed the same ideals Alexander sure did.

"Oh for the bloody hell Zane!" said his older brother shoving Zane who was standing still with his fists clenched in an attempt to contain his frustration, and though he was a big guy he disliked conflict especially when it came to his family. Zane was obviously much more muscular than his brother Murphy, still Murphy was not afraid to kick his arse whenever he deemed it proper. "You knew this would happen! What you and that..." he paused for a split-second seeing his brother clench his fists even tighter, "-Toffee-nosed have is just not meant to be brother; and like every other crossed-star lover's stories it will only end up in tears and damn bloody," his older brother said while standing very close trying to make some sense into his head. "I said enough..." said Zane again before she pushed his brother aside and headed outside towards Jeremiah's car where he was waiting outside, Murphy followed behind soon after. He had made plans with his younger cousins to play some poker and Zane, being a Stark and all, was surely one to keep his word. "Murph, are you possibly waiting for me throw a punch for you to drag your arse inside?" Zane asked to his brother as he saw him waiting outside the black BMW Convertible. Murphy raised his eyebrow and rolled his eyes before he too entered the convertible and soon enough Jeremiah started the engine on the direction to their uncle's place.

The brothers were silent for their little trip, the radio jammin' to Foreigner and the car's engine being the only noises keeping them from a much tensed silence. Zane wasn't too happy that his brother had found out about him and Angel but was somehow relieved of it. Though they often pestered him, Murphy more so than Jeremiah, they were both supportive in their own hateful, older brotherly kind of way. Murphy had nothing against Angel, truth was he knew his brother was happiest ever since he had meet her but he was not blinded enough to see that their affair would result in one of them getting hurt and for consequently, both families; as if they had not had enough bloodshed due to their feud.

Once they arrived they did as promised, Jeremiah did not care much for the game though and did as often as he grabbed a book and began reading it quietly while eyeing them once in a while. The game began, with more than a few chips at stake they showed their hands and as Zane expected, Murphy won with a Full House. Harrison and Jonathan obviously determinate to continue only to get beated almost every time either by Zane or by Murphy but most often times by Murph. It was around that time when he got Angel's text inviting him to a Halloween Party, he teased her about how he looked forward seeing her in a provocative costume and promptly accepted her invitation. Soon enough his trailing mind which was now directed to his beautiful Italian princess was interrupted by his now angered cousin, "Well, that’s a load of bollocks" said Harrison obviously pissed off at Murph's golden strike of luck.

Zane laughed at his cousin's remark before he noticed that Patrick had joined them for their entertaining game. He said nothing as Patrick and Murphy went off again about Patrick's and Angel's arrangements. As soon as they did, he tensed up again almost wanting to send his brother a death glare, but he remained with a calm composure appearing to enjoy the game. He listened carefully through their conversation and agreed with his brother's words in that the Pagliarelli could have easily taken them out previously if they truly wished so which meant they were much better off as allies rather than enemies. "I'm out" said Zane eyeing down at his Full House not wanting to take place in the macho smack-down of his older brother and his cousin. "All right, I guess we have established that my dear old brother here is our undefeated champion as for what Poker is concerned." He paused now turning to both Pat and Murph, "Now if you lads have finished your show-down I say we cool off and have a group hug" Zane said with a smile. "That, or we can grab a couple of beers. Either way, I'm game."