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For a main headquarters, it wasn't bad, not bad at all. A nice apartment complex in the shadiest part of town. He kept it nice, of course, made sure of it. He hated a mess, couldn't stand it, honestly. He owned the place, ad few others throughout downtown. He had his own home, of course, a nice mansion a few hours outside the city, tucked away on a hills, surrounded by a forest. But for the most part, he stayed in the city. It was best to be close to work, where he could be got immediately if he was needed. Right now, he was in an empty room at the top of the building, going over paper files, checking up on his many businesses. There was the usual drug and arm trade, and then the not so usual. He had just gotten into the organ trade, finding significant clientele in it. Sure, it was dirtier, but it had a lot of payoff as well. And then there was his legit businesses, the corporations he had shares in, the ones where he called the shots without anybody being the wiser.

He was also looking at police reports on him, thanks to mole in the department. They were building up a case against him, had the idea to take him to court. Usually, Sean had nothing to worry for it, always covered his tracks. But a few months ago a job went bad. There was a possibility they could link him to it. This is what kept him up at night. Now he had to consider whether he would be able to weasel out of this one or if he might have to take a bullet. It gave him a migraine and he hated that.

Rubbing his temples, he sighed. No, he would be able to get out of this one. At worst, he would have to pay a fine and a few people off. Simple. Leaning back in his chair, he allowed himself a moment of relaxation.

Sean hadn't gotten much sleep the night before, only dozing here and there and a headache was included in his morning as light filtered in through cracks in the shades. He rubbed his eyes, groaning slightly. He felt old, ancient even. "Well then, guess thirty's the new one hundred."

Sean stood up, arching his back and hearing it crack. That was it, he couldn't sit at this desk much longer. He knew he would probably have major back problems by the age of forty, if he lived that long. Never could tell in the mob business. One day you're at the top and the next day you're at the bottom of a river, feet stuck in a cinder block. Well, maybe not a cinder block, a bit too old school, but you understand the point.

He leaves the building without a sound, just informing his right hand man where he was going. Well, right hand woman. Whatever he did, Mary knew, wherever he went, Mary knew. She knew everything about him and everything about their organization. Hell, she could probably be the boss if she wanted, but up until this point she's shown no interest in taking it over. She was a smart woman of twenty-three and Sean was positive when he retired from the mob, he would hand his title down to her.

Sean took a walk, a long one. No one dared ******** with him, and if the police ever saw him, they couldn't do a ******** thing to him, couldn't lift a finger at him. It made him almost feel giddy. He walked towards a park he knew, one he liked. There usually weren't too many people there and he liked feeding the pigeons there seeds. He had picked some up at a shop. Walking towards his favorite bench, he saw a young man dozing on it, a pencil and pad in hand. He shrugged and sat on the other side of him, throwing bird seed to the birds, sitting in quiet contentment.

Sean let out a chuckle, watching the strange young man as he chased the bird and tumbled to the ground. It wasn't often that he laughed, but it was nice. He glanced over to the sketches, noting how detailed they were, before looking back over to the man. He shook his head and lifted himself off the bench, throwing the rest of the bird seed on the ground. He strolled over to the man and looked down at him, offering a hand to help him up.

"I'm not really sure it's mocking you. Sean spoke with an Irish lilt. As he pulled the man up, the bird dropped the pencil and flew off. Sean picked the pencil up and offered it back to the young man. "I do believe this is yours."

Sean studied the man a moment. He was cute and had a sense of pride and authority about him. Sean was unabashed when the thought of taking the man to bed entered his brain. He wasn't ashamed, why should he be?

"You can call me Sean." Sean said, taking the hand and shaking it. Etienne had sparked his interest and he took a mental note to have his background checked later, just to see who he was. "I think I'm safe in assuming that you're French? That's no Quebec accent, and definitely not one from New Orleans. And, I'll say yes right now that you can assume I'm Irish."

Oh yes, young Etienne had definitely sparked his interest. He had a and innocence about him that Sean was sure he could enjoy in the right situation, at least for a night or two. Again, Sean was a shameless b*****d who knew what he wanted. He gestured to the park bench and sat down beside Etienne.

"I've never seen you here before, and I come often enough. So, what brings you here?"