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                                        With a nod Rosabella turned to look at the group assembled before them. They were no fools, they knew why they were there, and they knew to show up on time. Unlike a select few that it seemed Rosa had foolishly risen up in the ranks. She'd have to be more careful with who she promoted if they weren't going to be where they needed to be when they were suppose to. She didn't just need loyalty, she needed capability. And apparently she had neither, at least in a certain person's case.

                                        There was little reason to wait, but as Rosabella began to start Darcia walked into the room. Rosabella turned calmly and looked at the girl. "So, you decided to grace us with your presence." The calm voice greeted her, disregarding the woman's apology. There was almost no telling that Rosa was angry, in fact Rosa knew that her sister was the only one who knew - for the moment at least. She simply sounded condescending. "I'm beginning to wonder, Darcia, just where your loyalties lie." In a graceful move she pulled a hand gun out of her waistband and pointed it at Darcia's head. "Would you mind telling me just how the Moretti's got past the security you swore would keep them out?" She circled around the girl, a lioness on the prowl.

                                        The transition from her father to Rosabella had been a rough one. While Rosa had put on a face in high school, it had done nothing to help when she had come home after college. The men under her father had been loyal to the family, but that had never meant that they were willing to follow a young girl who had often seemed more into what shade of lipstick to wear than stealing weapons and selling drugs. Sure as a child she had settled down in the meetings, listening with rapt attention, but none of them had seen how sharp she was, how eager for success, how quickly she could put a problem to rest. When she had come back, full of bloodlust as a woman who not only was model worthy but who could aim and fire a gun with little hesitation and had a plan of attack in a moment's notice, none of the men had known what to do. Rosa was no stranger to the business she had found herself in, her father had never shied away from showing the harsh realities of it to his daughters. Rosa had always known how to defend herself, how to take care of herself, and others, but she had hid it when necessary, and now showed it as it was needed.

                                        "Perhaps you are no longer useful, eh?" The leader's eyebrows rose slightly as she watched her prey carefully. She leaned forward and whispered in the woman's ear where no one could hear, "One more mess like this one and even Aless won't be able to save you." Out of the corner of her eye the door opened admitting yet another late member, with out batting an eyelash Rosa kept her gun steady on Darcia. "Nice of you to join us Serafin. Perhaps you encountered problems on your way here too? Or do you simply need to purchase a watch?" She turned her attention back to the girl at the end of her gun. "You're going to fix the security breach. Tonight." Her voice held a tone that she had trained her men to know brooked no argument. She idlely pointed her gun at the hit man gesturing he join Darcia. "Your going to watch her. She doesn't leave until it's done. And you as well." She told one of her men, Arnie 'Batter', "I want the guards doubled in case the Moretti's start to get a big head because of last night. The rest of you are going to go with Aless and myself and exact our revenge." Rosabella tucked the gun away again. She turned and almost sweetly asked her little sister, "Aless, anything you would like to add?" They both knew that Rosa didn't actually mean the question, it was simply a façade.

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                  That was unfair. She knew he didn't want that. Knew that he would have kicked the peice of s**t's a** himself had he been there. But she leveled the charges at him none the less. Toni had to work to keep his calm, to keep his fists from balling up and slamming into something. He took a deep breathe through his nose to try and calm himself. Lex knew just what buttons to push, but did she have any ideas how much that hurt him. It infuriated him that he couldn't be the one to take care of his best friend, that she had had to do it herself once again. His jaw tightened.

                  He knew very well she wasn't that girl anymore. He knew the woman she had become, how could he not notice when she wore things like that? When she took men down to their knees? When he relied on her to pull of the biggest heist they'd done in years? But how could she not understand that he couldn't keep placing her in danger? Toni could still remember her when she was that shy little girl. When he had first met her she had barely said a word. She'd been the new girl and at recess he'd approached her. "Do you know the DeLucas?" With obvious confusion she had shook her head no. "Good, then your on my team." He had grabbed her small hand and taken her over to his team announcing, "Alex here is on our team, be nice to her." She'd stolen the other team's flag and from then on they'd be best friend. He remembered how after her first date she'd confided all the details, how he was the one who held her while she cried after her first break up. He'd taken her to every dance and party she didn't have a date for, at the time it had started often because of his moma moretti but then it had become all him. At the time they'd laughed at the assumptions that they were dating, Toni had thought his feelings toward her were simply fraternal, then something had changed and there was no going back, as much as Toni might wish there was.

                  What would he have had to her do? Really he would have had to beat the snot out of the guy. He would have preferred that she kept her nose clean, walked away, and let him take care of it. But it wasn't like he could say that. Instead he kept his mouth shut, his eyes blazing.

                  She was right, perhaps he shouldn't have told her off. But he was too stubborn to admit it. Why was it that she could always call him out on his s**t? At least almost everyone was out of the room by now. Wait, what? Had he heard her right? He couldn't have. She had meant as a brother , right? But for some reason Toni couldn't quite agree with that thought. He knew her better. They both knew things had been strange between them. Now he knew it wasn't just him. But he couldn't have her where she could get hurt. He swallowed. "Then maybe you should go." His voice was soft and the words hurt and tore at his throat. He couldn't look at her, instead he looked out at the sea of dancers again. Anguish welled up in him. How could he send her away? And yet here he was. It had finally come to that. He was shaking, he hoped no one noticed. But he didn't know if it was from grief or anger anymore. Surely she could understand, could see reason in it.

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                                                        The tiny sliver of confidence that Darcia had just moments before was incinerated the moment Rosa decided to pull out a handgun.The thought that was on Darcia's mind now?Why didn't SHE bring a gun.When she first joined,A less always kept pestering her to bring a gun for safety measures,but she refused.She was protected by her technology.She was safe.Of course,this was before the whole "Morietti Incident."And now here she was on the display for everybody to see while under the gun,quite literally.God,it was like the universe really had it out for her.She guessed it was a fault on her part,working for sleazy business men to working for the mafia.It wasn't really a trade up.

                                                        She kept her eyes locked forward,refusing to meet Rosa's predator eyes.That was what she would want,to look into the victim's eyes right before pulling the trigger.Half of her really believed she would shoot Darcia,the other thought this was all an act to bring in dominance in the group.She was an example for all of the to know:fail and die.This was like school all over again.All she need was a "DUNCE' cap and she was set.The half that believed Rose would really shoot her grew by the minute.Though her face was expressionless,her heart was beating like mad.If she was going to do it,she preferred to just get it over with.

                                                        When the woman came closer to her and whispered the threat in her ear,her nose flared.A part of her was releived that she was going to die today,but she didn't let her guard down just yet.Rose still had the gun in her hand.To make matters worse,Dante strolled in.Crap.Of all people,he had to come in.What next?Her parents?Granted,she didn't even know if the two were alive anymore.Once she finished high school,she cut off all ties with them.Granted,there weren't many ties between them to begin with.

                                                        She silently listened to how tonight would go with still no emotion in her eyes.She knew that any protest whatsoever would any end up with a bullet between her eyes.She only gave a small nod in response.Great,a near encounter with a bullet inside me and now having to be trapped with Dante all day.Perfect.

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                                DeLuca warehouse, with DeLuca sisters & Darcia.


                                Watching with calm disbelief, Dante fixed his gaze on their boss as she questioned Darcy. The poor girl looked like she was having flashbacks of her life, no doubt sure this would be her last meeting - unless you count the blood particles that would linger as a reminder. Leaning forward, Dante was about to try and calm Rosa down, only to lean back in his seat once the gun was turned on him.

                                "Nice of you to join us Serafin. Perhaps you encountered problems on your way here too? Or do you simply need to purchase a watch?" Rosa asked, her voice calm, although her eyes were burning like the devil's. Dante had to admit he was, at times, entirely terrified of the woman. "I actually had to walk my dog..." the young hit man tried to explain, his eyes unmoving from the gun barrel in front of him. She wasn't going to shoot him, this is merely a show of her power, a scare tactic. Darcy and him were still essential to her operations. With that reasoning, Dante visibly relaxed, his narrowed eyes following Rosa's movements.

                                A peg of resentment, for not being asked to follow along for the 'revenge', itched at Dante. He's no guard. He's not just a foot soldier. He hasn't had work from Rosa in weeks. This was getting embarrassing. His teeth clenched together, and he let his eyes set on Darcy, who seemed relieved she'd at least get to live another night. Despite his urge to go out and do his job, he was glad he'd be with someone he considers a friend. Although, he turned to where Batter was sitting, he didn't care much for that.

                                "Rosa," Dante started, hoping to defuse the tension a bit, flinching a bit when the woman turned her blazing glare at him, "I just wanted to say you look wonderful today. That color does you much more justice for your complexion than the last outfit." He smiled, standing up, she might not appreciate his lightness, but no woman can reject an honest compliment. Even if she was just about ready to shoot him. "Should I take Darcy to the back room, or will we be operating from her office at home?" He asked, making his was by Darcy's side, putting a hand on the girl's shoulder for some comfort.

                                Although he understood Rosa's anger, he didn't think it's wise to turn her frustrations on her men and women. At times like this, most see a point of vulnerability in the system, and would take the chance to altogether flee the ranks. Maybe it was just him. Squeezing his hand lightly on his friend's shoulder, Dante wondered if she'd always be at the end of Rosa's scolding - and if so, why does she stay?

                                DeLuca warehouse, with DeLuca sisters & Darcia.

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                                            Moretti's club, in the company of Antonio & Alexdandra.


                                            Katerina let out a scoff at Alex's retort, but said nothing since Antonio began speaking. She nodded in agreement, considering that she shouldn't be hung up on assumptions. "I'm sure you'll figure it out," Antonio said sternly in a voice that demanded obedience. Kat smiled, "Of course, I'll take care of it." She liked seeing the man take charge the way he does, it's been awhile since she's been in the company of any man that had a controlled hold of his men. Her mind wandered to the last time she'd seen her father alive, his deep voice booming over his men as he spit orders. The men were so terrified, they've carried out each one even after he'd been murdered. God, she missed him.

                                            Glancing down the table, Katerina's gaze lingered on Angelo's draped figure, wondering how the Moretti clan would survive if Toni was to be eliminated, putting his cousin in power. The young man seemed too preoccupied with vague philosophies and far-away stares. This business wasn't for everyone. In fact, as her blue eyes moved to Alexandra, she considered the fact she would probably make for a better leader, in that case. 'It might take her some time to learn what is worth sacrificing, though,' the Russian thought, her eyes dropping to her glass. Alex seemed like a good-hearted person who cares for all lives spared in their operations. It doesn't work like that.

                                            Once their boss finished up his short speech, Katerina took a stand, figuring it'd be better to not stick around, noting the looks exchanged between Antonio and his childhood friend. Gathering her coat, Kat slipped out of the room just as Alex approached the Moretti, not wanting to appear interested in their conversation, even though she was. Taking a seat at the bar, Kat motioned for the bartender to refill her glass while she pondered on the possibility of DeCarte ever becoming the mobster's wife. Her own parents have found each other through the black market. Who said crime cannot be romantic?

                                            Turning in her bar stool, Katerina watched the crowd of people moving to the music. A bald man pushed his way through a group of men, taking a seat next to her. "We've delivered the package to a safe house," Anton informed his boss in Russian, his voice weary. Glancing at him from the corner of her eye, Katerina took a generous gulp from her clear drink, giving the young man a grin, "That should do until tomorrow. Get me the number to that bakery from six corners," Kat ordered, thinking back on the money the owner had yet to pay off to her men, "Vladimir owes us a couple of favors - make those favors his trucks." Anton nodded, rejoining the group of Russians. Kat watched with calculating eyes as they exited the club.

                                            "I should be running this city myself," she thought with arrogance, spinning back around to face the bartender, shaking her empty glass, "I'll have something sweet now, if you don't mind."

                                            Moretti's club, at the bar.

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            As she had yelled at him, he had just stood there, taking it in. She couldn't tell what he was thinking but by the way she had seen him clench and unclench his fist she could tell what he was feeling. He was angry. She just didn't know if he was still angry at her for the scene, how she had yelled at him or if it was because he wasn't there when it had happened. Ever since they had become friends in elementary school he had been her protector, her voice, her shield. She had always went to him for anything and everything but since he took over the business from her father they had begun to pull apart. While he had been gone she had had no one else but herself and that was when she had grown the most. Toni had went off to college and Alex had officially joined the ranks of the gang, doing anything that was thrown her way, or that Papa Moretti was comfortable letting her do. She had become apart of their family, the daughter they had never had. Needless to say when Toni came back home he wasn't happy about it. That had been their first real fight, things had been touchy ever since.

            Lex watched him as he stood there looking out the window, down at the dance floor. When had things gotten this bad, to where she didn't know what he was thinking or feeling? To where the man standing before her, her best friend was slowly becoming someone she didn't know. She hated it, if she thought by killing all the DeLuca's who would help it she would go on a killing spree, for him. Funny, how people was questioned if they would kill for someone they loved and in this case the answer was yes. For Toni, she would do anything he asked of her. At his words, tears started to form, did he really expect her to just walk away? To up and leave him after years of friendship, after she loved him and his family. He still hadn't looked at her, not even after the stretch of silence. She laid her hand on his shoulder, then moved it to his face forcing him to look at her.

            "Even if it was that easy, Toni, I couldn't do that. I would never, ever leave you, not in a million years and even then, I wouldn't go without a fight." Her green eyes were locked on his. She wondered if he loved her but if he didn't she didn't care, she would always love him, even if it wasn't returned.




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            If looks could kill, Darcia McFadden would surely be dead the moment her sister laid eye's on her. Aless felt bad for her friend but Darci knew how Rosa acted and would act if you were late to one of her meetings. Rosa had a tendency to overact and did a lot of exaggerating, ever the drama queen but Aless knew not to say anything. When her older sister pulled her gun and pointed it to the girls head, the brunette just rolled her eyes. This wasn't to say she didn't care about her friends life because she did but there was no getting to her sister like this and she didn't really think Rosa would do anything rash, like kill an innocent woman. Though she was sure Rosa wouldn't exactly call her innocent but the Moretti's had stolen a huge shipment of weapons from them and Rosa wanted blood and she would get blood one way or another, it didn't matter whose. She had been surprised she recieved the message earlier that morning but all in all she didn't care but she was careful not to show it.

            A few minutes later Dante Serafin, their hit man, walked in. When Rosa had questioned him, he had started to say something about walking his dog but Rosa didn't care. She wasn't one to accept excuses not from anyone, not even Aless. Rosa kept her gun pinted at Darcia and Aless wished that her sister would just put it away so they could get on with business. She didn't want to be here any longer than neccessary. The woman had plans, plans that didn't include any part of her family and what they did and she certaintly didn't want to cancel them. Though if she had to she was sure Gio would understand since he sometimes wasn't able to make it. Ah, the wonders of being in a mobster family and being in love with a man that had been considered the enemy.

            When Rosa turned and asked her if there was anything she would like to add, she almost opened her mouth to something smart but then thought better of it. Rosa was clearly not in the mood and while she loved to pick on her sister she wouldn't do it here in front of the others. The youngest DeLuca shook her head, then added, "Yeah, don't ******** up and no one will get hurt."


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            Lollygagging as usual, Gio stood up and stretched as the meeting drew to a close. He didn't feel like Toni had allowed the to celebrate their victory as much as they deserved. While he had to agree that things were serious and time was short before the De Luca's retaliated, he figured that if there was one thing that would make the group angry and despondent it was making their work seem as though it was of no value. But wait, Gio thought, that's it. It'll be no time before they retaliate, but they'll need to plan... Yes, of course! The idea was genius!

            Gio had just found his way down the hallway as the plan begun to hatch inside his head, so he headed back to the conference room door, which was now shut. Curiously. He had extended his hand to turn the knob just as he heard the words what the hell is wrong with you? His brown eyes twinkled mischievously and his ears picked up like a hunting dog. It was Alex and Toni, in the midst of super-heated discussion. Gio could just sense the passion dripping from their words, and soon he found himself pushed up against the door like a bad movie. It was good, though, to know that Toni had something complicated going on. Angelo was currently the king of complicated, but it was nice to know he wasn't the only one. He was, however, endlessly fascinated. The words hadn't been clearly spoken, but he had a feeling there was something bubbling under the surface between his cousin and Alex. It was also fortunate that his plan would give Alex a real opportunity to prove that she was no innocent little helpless girl.

            As their conversation sunk into earnest whispered, Gio gave them two knocks' notice and entered with a renewed energy. "Toni, Alex-- I know how we can cut the De Luca's retaliative efforts short. Tonight-- send Alex, and perhaps you," he would not volunteer himself for this, "and head over to the De Luca's meeting place to low key eavesdrop on the conversation. We can hear their plans and then crush them in the making. We can keep our upper edge."

            Angelo would normally have volunteered his services, but he couldn't help but question how complicated it would be if they were caught. What would Alessandra say? What would she do. Initially, he wouldn't consider going. But now, as he thought about it, his presence might guarantee their safety. If Toni was concerned, it would be hard not to be able to reassure him of Alex's wellbeing, but it would have to do. He waited expectantly on his cousins' response, hoping he would see the logic in the idea.


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                                Gabriel had had a late night. He’d spent the previous evening double and triple checking a set of firearms that one of his underlings, claiming that they all had faulty triggers, firing when they weren’t supposed to. That kind of thing was dangerous, dangerous to carry around, and more dangerous to go about fixing, so Gabriel decided that it was a job best not left to his clumsy lackeys. So Gabriel spent the previous evening disassembling each weapon, cleaning them, testing them in the shooting range beneath the DeLuca warehouse; then he’d disassemble them again, clean them again, swap interchangeable parts and test them again. Et cetera, ad infinitum, until he’d found the ones that really were faulty. He tossed the faulty pieces in a junk bin under the table, a bin that he prided himself to keep relatively empty, since he was usually able to repurpose the scrap metal for … side projects. Gabriel had been cultivating an obsession for ancient traps, the art of using simple machines like springs and hairpin triggers to projectiles and explosives to keep the enemy from your goodies. He often joked that his obsession began in his adolescence, with the hormonal fixation on breasts and the consequent discovery of ‘booby traps’.

                                By the time Gabriel made his way to the storage room, it was around midnight and he cracked his fingers as he eyed the ceiling high shelves, packed with unassuming brown cardboard boxes. Yet another thing Gabriel took pride in was the organization of all his bits and pieces, everything easy to grab if you know just where to get it. Of course, most everyone else thought the place was arranged pretty randomly, not alphabetically or even by type of weapon. They just knew that it worked and just learned where things were as time passed. But if anyone took a good look at the way Gaby packed his heat, passing each shelf, taking this from a shelf and strapping it in its proper place at his waist, grabbing that and slipping it into the inside pocket of his jacket; the pattern was always the same and it only took him a few seconds to stride in and get loaded up. So Gabriel knew exactly where to grab the right parts boxes, took them back to his workroom and rolled his shoulders before he got started. It took a couple more hours to find the perfect piece to fix each firearm and complete all testing. No one was around at three o clock to see him drop himself into the spare cot in the corner of his workroom and drift into an exhausted, mission-accomplished, sleep.

                                He woke up not four hours later, used to the abnormal hours that a fulltime job like his was apt to keep. Gabriel got some miscellaneous paperwork done and went home to shower and change. He let his coffee brew as he changed and sat down at his kitchen table with some strong coffee and… a bowl of cocoa puffs. He lazed around until lunch, deciding that he’d gotten enough done the previous night to warrant him a free morning. He had the usual bachelor’s lunch: pizza, breadsticks and a beer. He wandered back to the DeLuca Warehouse around four and holed himself up in his workroom to mess with blueprints. Gabriel's role with the DeLuca's was one best kept to the background. Most people didn't have the knowledge or the patience to understand the intricacies of what he did, so Gabriel mostly kept to himself and did what he had to do. He was their... weapons supplier, repair man, inventory guy, and the list of mundane tasks that he usually set himself to went on. Most people didn't know that he helped with the planning of many of the heists and operations that the mob was involved in. He planned what weapons would be needed, how much ammo the'd need to take, what weapons were who's favorites and who was the best shot with what, sometimes helping pick who would go where to do what.

                                The blueprint he looked at now was of an automatic weapon installed and mounted on the inside of one of the DeLuca company cars. It was slim enough to fit in the space inside the car door, but there were complaints of the gear jamming or completely skipping the fourth round. Gabriel knew that he probably wouldn't find the problem on the blueprint- it was probably some manufacturing error or the weapon had some buildup blocking something, but he knew that he had to have something to say about it when the boss lady finally came around to see him. His attention drifted from the blueprints to his usual daydreams then, to thoughts of Rosabella DeLuca. The woman was gorgeous. Sharp-witted, quick on her feet and quicker with her weapon of choice. Her temper blazed up all the time now. She barely had time in her day to visit him just to say hi anymore. And he missed her. Miserably. Ever since she began seeing that other guy. Gabriel had forcefully purged his name from his memory and so couldn't recall it anymore. He didn't even know if Rosa was still seeing him, but the little time that she spent with Gabriel was almost an answer in itself.

                                Gabriel had completely forgotten about the weapons shipment that was supposed to come in earlier that day, and wondered where it had gone, since no-one had come to get him to inspect them or anything. He had made his way to the room behind the meeting room that everyone had gathered in and looked through the small one-way mirror just in time to see Rosa lowering her gun- which had been pointed at Darcia a moment ago. Ah. Her temper was flaring up again. Gabriel wondered what was wrong as he tapped the customary one solid knock, followed by two quick raps on the door before opening it, signaling that it was him and that he was entering the room alone. He caught the last bit of the conversation as he opened the door. "Don't ******** up and no one will get hurt." Words to the wise, Gabriel thought. He stepped into the room and quietly closed the door behind him. "Hey all, hope I'm not interrupting anything important. I was just wondering, was that new shipment of weapons coming in today, or tomorrow?"


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                                        Few people called Rosabella 'Rosa', even fewer called her such a flowery name before her men. Rosabella's face remained impassive as she watched her hit man approach the girl incapable of doing her job. She'd let it slid for the moment. As she would for such a compliment. She had no need for verbal compliments, she knew she looked good, she didn't even need the looks in men and women's eyes to tell her that she was gorgeous. Beside, it was none of Serafin's, or any of the men under her for that matter , to look at her and judge her. They were here for a job, for a reason, and she was going to make sure that that job was done, regardless of whether or not they thought her complexion looked good. She had no need for such idle, useless compliments, they were simply a waste of time and thus better left uncommented on.

                                        "I believe the back room will suffice." Rosa dismissed the two with a curt nod and returned to the rest of the meeting. Perhaps this time they had learned their lesson. It'd be a shame to injure such a good marksman and then she wasn't sure shooting Darcia was worth the wrath of Aless either. Whatever did her sister see in the scared little girl. It hadn't escaped Rosa's notice that Darcia seemed to spook easily. It made picking on her little fun as she presented hardly a challenge at all. But now was not the time to consider this.

                                        Aless's words were spot on, she delivered the point perfectly. There could be little arguing with such common sense. Short and sweet, no one could misinterpret that. Although Rosa suspected that most in the room realized the danger was not only in what they were doing but also in Rosabella's disappointment if they did ******** up.

                                        Behind her a door clicked shut, Rosa didn't turn, but her hand did flutter to her waistband again. Judging by the men and women in front of her it was one of her own, no one had their hands on their weapons. Then that voice. Rosa ignored the feelings it brought up, schooling her face to be as impassive as ever as she spun around to look at Gabriel. She hadn't seen much of him lately, she always said she was too busy, but then there was the whole thing with Petro, and now with this whole fiasco. It didn't matter how many tumbles in a man's bed Rosa had had she still disliked flippancy and complete negligence of a job. Although knowing Gabriel he had simply forgotten which day it was. Hadn't her men seen enough examples for one night? She reasoned.

                                        "Tomorrow. And you," She looked at Darcia, her voice still calm and even, "Had better hope that it does arrive then." She turned back to the rest of them gathered in the room. It wasn't all the lackeys of the DeLucas, merely those who were high enough in the ranks to command those people them. They could carry out their job well enough. "Let's make the Moretti's sorry they ever laid a hand on a weapon." She told them in way of dismissal. They began to leave the room. Looking over at Aless she nodded ever so slightly, "You ready?" Rosabella's eyes were bright with the thought of actually getting in on the action, she hadn't done so in a while, but now she was eager to be doing something. After all they all needed to see their leader wasn't sending them to do something she won't do herself.

                                        She could feel Gabriel's gaze on her from the door way, she didn't have time to deal with him at the moment. Rosabella grabbed her coat and started for the door, simply nodding at Gabriel as if he were just another of her men. What a sham. "I'll meet you in the car." Rosabella added as they reached the door then turned, "Gabriel, a word please." She gestured out into the now empty hallway - opposite of the direction her sister would be going.

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                  Lex's hand was warm and gentle on his shoulder, he knew in that moment that he had lost the argument. She guided his face so he had to look at her. Those green eyes of hers peered up at him. How could he fight with her when it had taken almost everything he had to tell her to go? He thought in despair. But he couldn't have her stay, the only way to protect her was to get her out. He'd seen this life tear people apart, when his father had lost his son it had been heart wrenching to the point that few people thought the old Don would keep his control. Moretti had however, proving them wrong, holding on until his now only son could take his place. The DeLuca's had taken so much from his family already, what was to say they wouldn't take the one thing that would hurt Toni the most? He'd already lost the only other one. Somehow he suspected that the pain of the lose of Lex would be even worse. Just knowing that she was somewhere less, that she was somewhere safe, he could live with that. Even if it meant not looking at those beautiful eyes all the time. No. He decided, he couldn't let her stay, even if he didn't have it in him he had to fight for her to leave.

                  "Lex, don't you see -" Toni wasn't sure it was good or bad when a knock sounded on the door leaving his words stillborn in the air. The argument would simply be postponed for another time, leaving Lex in danger in the meantime. Toni turned away from Lex and drained his glass as the door opened. Gio's voice greeted him dispelling any ideas that word of this encounter with Lex would reach the wrong ears.

                  Gio's words were eager, a suggestion already on his lips. It was one of the reasons that Toni often applied to his cousin's mind. The man might show up late to meetings and not say much, but he often found a course of action that involved as little bloodshed while often being as practical as the new Don could want.

                  However Toni was against the plan as soon as he heard Lex's name. There was no way he was sending her out on her own. And he wasn't sending someone else in her place. She was the best for the job. But he won't risk her and he didn't want to risk anyone else. However, if he did go, he could take care of her, he could watch out for Lex, even if it meant putting himself in the line of the bullet instead. The Morettis would have Gio to take over in that case. Not that Toni would think about that because he wasn't going to consider such a risky plan.

                  He remained silent for a few moments, but it didn't take him long to see that the best course of action lay in Gio's plan. Sure, Toni had informants, but could he trust such lowlifes? Normally he would say yes, but on such a night as this when he had sent them to celebrate, to enjoy the recent victory, he couldn't expect even the lowest fourteen year old boy to keep out of the festivities.

                  Gio of course could have gone, but Toni wouldn't ask that of him. Nor would he ask him to risk his life for Lex's. No, if anyone was going into danger with Lex it would be Toni, because even Toni knew he couldn't pull it off as well without Lex. She was the best they had.

                  Finally Toni nodded. "Did we hear anything today about a DeLuca meeting?" He asked, knowing their sources came up the chain to Gio and then from him they came to Toni.

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            Alex wasn't sure what she was expecting to happen but she wasn't expecting their conversation to be interrupted. Her back stiffened and as Toni drank the rest of his liquor she stepped away from him. So whoever would be opening the door wouldn't see how close she had been to their leader, that she had been touching him, that if the knock hadn't have come she would've kissed Toni so he wouldn't argue with her. So in a way when Gio entered it was like a saving grace. She couldn't believe she had been mere seconds away from doing the one thing she longed to do, to kiss her best friend. If it had been anybody but Gio they would have been greeted with any ice cold glare but instead she welcomed Gio with a warm smile. She also knew that if Gio had heard or seen anything he wouldn't go running his mouth.

            At his words however she scoffed, there was no way Toni would let her go, not even if he went with her. Lately he had been all about keeping her from her job at any costs though when things went sour or he didn't like what he heard he would get angry and send her back out. There was a reason why she was the best at what she did. She had had years to prefect her skill. When she had been little it had all worked out because she was quiet and because she didn't talk to anyone or had any friends, people left her alone, they ignored her. It still had worked even after Toni had befriended her. She also had gained a reputation for having sticky fingers and for the same reason as getting information she was quiet and nobody had suspected it was her. As she got older, became more sure of herself, she used her womanly charms to get what she needed, not that she was a whore or that she slept around, it hardly came to that. No before the act could complete itself she always had use other methods, mainly some low key torturing or blackmailing.

            At Toni's nod, she was surprised. Surprised that he would even consider it, consider letting her go back out to the field, but of course he would be coming with her. She didn't know whether to be happy about that or not. On one hand it would give her a chance to prove herself to Toni but on the other hand he would see how she worked, handled things, and he would know her methods. Alex knew he wouldn't be happy about that. Then came his question, she shook her head, "Not that I've heard anyway but you can be damned sure they'll be holding one. Because if they had done this to us, you know we'd all be in here finding a way to retaliate." She knew the question had been for Gio but she to had, informants, most of them were the prostitutes they owned. Over the years she had become friendly with them, had earned their trust, not just because she was a higher up in the gang but because she looked after them and their well being. Some of the guys that slept with the girls didn't know that they worked for the Moretti's and would often flap their mouths off to whoever they were sleeping with, giving them any information they needed.




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                                                        When all eyes were on Dante,Darcia almost chuckled at how ill at ease he was.Even complementing Rosa with a gun trained between his eyes.She didn't know if he was being stupid,or ballsy.The two went hand in hand either way.Still,she grudgingly respected him like always.You could say she felt a certain attraction to him,and having to be locked in a room with him and another buff for god knows how many hours sent chills down her spine.Just like Rosa did.When Dante laid a hand on her shoulder,she bit the inside of her lip to keep herself from doing anything stupid.Well,more stupid,according to Rosa.The woman seriously had a pole up her-Her thoughts were then interrupted by Rosa's dismissal.

                                                        Breathing a sigh of relief,she got up and slung her bag over her shoulder just as a new body joined the room.She inclined her head towards the door to see Gabriel walk in.A smirk soon found its way to her lips just then.She would've never known about their relationship if it weren't for the security cameras.She missed a stolen shipment,but she didn't miss this.She was just trying to figure out a way how to use this as leverage,should the occasion come up.Like another mistake.Knock on wood.If it ever happened,she could just use this little tibit of information to avoid get some lead in her.

                                                        She was brought to reality by the beast herself and she silently nodded,the smirk gone from her face when she turned back to look at her.She was out of the line of fire (for now) and she didn't want to jump back in it.When the room was starting to clear out,she hitched her bag on her she shoulder and started walking towards the backroom.She didn't check to see if Dante and other guard was following.She just wanted to get the hell out of there.

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                                DeLuca warehouse, with DeLuca sisters & Darcia.


                                Nothing ever seemed to phase their beautiful leader, even a compliment, which didn't entirely surprise Dante. His attempts at making her smile or even just break the usual stoic expression she usually wore, rarely did work. Except that one time. He nodded back at Rosabella as she dismissed them to the back room, but didn't take a step to leave until he was sure she was done with her orders. If she did have more to say, the eldest DeLuca sister didn't have time to voice, interrupted by the opening of the door to the storage room, revealing Gabrielle. Sending the man a cautious smile, Dante almost slapped the palm of his hand into his face at the weapons' master's question, expecting another wave of anger from Rosa, which didn't come. 'Did no one tell him his shipment is gone?' he thought, his eyes searching for the same confusion in any of the other men's eyes. Getting only blank stares, Dante figured that no, they didn't.

                                Noticing that Darcia was already making her get away to the back, and Rosa was waving people off to do their respectful parts in whatever operation she was taking up tonight, Dante hesitated only for a moment before waving over Arnie to follow, heading after Darcy to the computer room. "Have fun doing bad things without us!" Dante called sarcastically over his shoulder before pushing the heavy door open. To say he was annoyed with the baby-sitting job was an understatement - Arnie is a guard, he is a Hit Man. Although he considers Darcy and himself good friends, he would much rather spend time with her outside of work, rather than locked in a room in which he was less than useless in, and weighing Rosa's words, she was heading into the fire head-on, leaving him behind. 'This must be a punishment.'

                                The room was exactly as he'd remembered it from the last time he was there to gather information on his last hit, a dozen screens were the only light source - or at least that's what he thought, considering the lights were never on - a mess of wires covered most of the floors, and odd electronic beeps and buzzes filled the room with an obnoxious sound. Various bags of snacks - both full and empty - laid about on the table surrounding the main computer, as well as a stack of empty coffee cups. Dante was never very tech-savvy, and although he owns a computer and a phone that no doubt can control rockets - if he so wished - he'd often found electronics to be too complicated and troublesome.

                                Leaning against a wall, he watched as Darcy made herself comfortable in her tech-cave, feeling incredibly out of place. Glancing at Arnie, who was carefully navigating over wires to the other side of the room, he was happy to know he wasn't the only one. "So what exactly does she expect you to do?" Dante asked, wondering what 'job done' would be considered in this case. "Are you going to push some buttons and get the stolen s**t back?" He could humor the idea that the Moretti raid was Darcy's fault - that she didn't pay enough attention and whatnot - but he wasn't quite sure what it was she was supposed to do now to fix it from her computer chair.

                                "You have a better shot at seducing one of the Moretti men into spilling the beans," Dante pointed out, thinking about a more hands-on approach. Darcia was a pretty girl, and had a nonthreatening shyness to her that no one would suspect. It seemed a waste to just hide away in a monitor-lit room, when she could be a great spy. Not that endangering her was something Dante would like. The idea of Darcy flirting a man into spilling mob secrets did excite him, though. "Not that you would, I'm just saying."

                                Pulling a pack of cigarettes out from the inside pocket of his blazer, Dante tapped one out, lighting it and taking a generous pull. Offering one to Arnie, who took it without a word, Dante turned to his friend, "Hope you don't mind the smoke," he drawled, leaning over Darcy to grab one of the empty cups for an ashtray. Hopping over the wires, Dante took a seat by Arnie on a leather couch, that probably doubled as a bed at times, suppressing a yawn. "Tell me you have something strong to drink in here - it's not every day your boss points a gun at you."

                                DeLuca warehouse, Computer Room with Darcia & Arnie.

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                                Jonah couldn't stop grinning. He cracked his knuckles and rose from the stool he was perched on at the corner of one of the many Moretti-owned bars around the town and began to stretch. He flexed each hand, flexing them first into a fist and held it until his knuckles turned white and then released, shaking his arms about for a better effect. Yesterday's hack was successful- he'd been able to shield the Moretti's men from detection when they'd gone in to steal DeLuca weapons and after a good amount of hours sleep, spent the morning writing a program to hack into the DeLuca computers, hopefully to track locations of other warehouses or other shipments. He'd just finished discreetly wiring the program through to a DeLuca computer at the warehouse site that the weapons had been stolen from. It was still early in the day but the bar never quite emptied. Music always played and there was always a bartender up front, even if he or she was just polishing shot glasses and making conversation. Jonah rolled his shoulders a final time as he waved the bartender, it was Jack today, over. Jonah had been wary of alcohol ever since he'd had to have his stomach pumped after partying a little too hard; the sight of his younger sisters bawling over him, afraid to be left in the world without their big brother, always resurfaced whenever he felt the buzz of alcohol in his system and it stopped him from over-drinking most days. Also, Jonathan made it a point to work sober, no matter how light the job.

                                "You get it did?" queried Jack, holding up an empty glass in a mock toast. Jonathan grinned even wider and replied, "I never disappoint, Jack, you know me. I'll have my usual." Jonah watched mesmerized as Jack pulled an unlabeled bottle from a mini- fridge under the bar and worked magic with a tumbler. He loved watching bartenders do their thing- even if there were no tricks and flourishes- The fluidity of the motion, however choppy or fast, was so practiced and easy that watching was almost as fun as downing the drink. Jonah appreciated people for the beauty of their movements, he himself had grown up a clumsy kid and had had to practice for years to earn his 'studly studmuffin' badge (as his sisters called his new mob persona). Jonah's only talent was with computers and programming. Now there was real beauty. To have some unknown code, shrouded in a veil of mystery that Jonah felt magnetically drawn to, unlocked and pouring all its secrets out to Jonah and his handy-dandy laptop, was intoxicating. Hacking was a rush that Jonah hadn't found in alcohol, smoking, women, or really- any other drug out there that he'd tried. He nodded his approval at Jack when he handed him his glass and toasting the air, Jonah took a good sized gulp of the amber liquid, feeling his heart quicken at the burn in his throat and he swiveled around in his stool to rest his elbows on the bar table.

                                Jonah let his mind wander as he people watched and his mind eventually turned to Katerina Volkova, the go-to weapons expert of the Moretti clan. Now there was a beautiful woman. If code could step out of the digital world and assume the shape of a woman, it would look like Kat. Tall, lean, strong, sharp. The agility of Kalashnikova had always reminded him of the way code can flash across a monitor, her wit, her accent, her dark eyes - Jonah realized now that his mind was wandering. He couldn't think of a way to compare Kat's dark and yet vibrant eyes to the characters on a screen. He downed another two drinks as he daydreamed, and he left the bar only slightly more buzzed than he'd wanted to be, telling Jack to put the drinks on his tab. He swaggered to his 5th floor apartment a few blocks away and contentedly fell asleep on the couch in the outer room, laptop lovingly cradled in his arms.

                                Jonah woke up a few hours later to his two roommates sitting on the arms of the couch he'd been sleeping on, video game controllers in hand and yelling their heads off rooting for the characters they controlled. Jonah didn't even bother to get up and rubbed at his eyes blearily, mumbling something like "Can't someone get a decent sleep on his own couch?" Jonah had been the one to furnish the apartment, seeing as his two room mates, Sam and Ivan, recent college graduates desperate to escape their parents, hadn't found real jobs yet and couldn't afford much more than cardboard boxes to sit on. Jonah didn't mind them though, not really (when he was awake). He loved the ruckus and noise of living in a full house and the guys were good enough company. He spent the afternoon playing video games and gorging himself on freezer burritos and waffles, content to while away the time before he had to make an appearance anywhere.

                                Freshly showered and alert, Jonah tried not to zone out at the meeting; he had gotten his job done and didn't need praise and acknowledgement from anyone to make him happy. He knew that gold stars were only given out in kindergarten and the smugness he felt at getting around DeLuca defenses was enough of a reward for him. When the meeting broke up and everyone went to their separate destinations, Jonah's eyes caught on the familiar silhouette of Katerina against the light of the bar. He left his seat to join her at the bar, slipping into the seat next to her and nodding at the bartender, Dimitri, "I'll have the same, and a couple of shots of Tequila." He nodded at Kat when the bartender returned with their drinks and Kat swiveled in her chair to look at him, "So... First step, weapons heist, next, the weapons monopoly, Volkova Style?"


                                . . .Bar, Moretti Club, with Katerina . . .


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