Soren was driving his white 2003 Mustang GT with Ryan in the passenger seat. After his talk with Mansell, Ryan went back into Soren’s house and just chilled. When Soren got their, he delivered the news that Casper and Victor along with Palma and Kingly were going to try and get info on all that had happened. They were having a few drinks when they, themselves, got the news of what happened to Eliza and her followers. Knowing this, and contacting Coppola, they got into the Mustang, and went straight to the manner. The rest is already known.
Seeing the of the heads gathered in one area, it is safe to say that this will not be a easy going picnic.
Getting out, Ryan went to go inside while Soren found Victor. Embracing him in a brotherly hug, the two separated themselves from the group to talk.
“Any news that I need know?” Soren asked.
“As far as I am aware, you know as much as I.” Victor responded. “The only thing that is really going in and out of my mind is how any of this could have happened. What could have set this all off?” Soren looked out into the horizon before looking back at him.
“I may know a thing or two about all that has happened. But when it comes down to it, I need to know if you are loyal to me. Can I trust you to do a few things that might need to happen should the time come?” Victor looked at Soren. Getting down on his knees, he took Soren’s left hand and kissed the ringer finger’s knuckle.
“From High School to now, I have been one of your closest friends and one of your most loyal of allies. Should anything must happen, I will do it.” Placing his hand on Victor’s face, Soren leaned over and kissed him on his right cheek.
“Good. Now, before we go back to them, I need to tell you all I know. Remember: no one knows about this. Not at all.” With that, his arm around Victor, Soren walked deep into the forest.
After noticing that people were entering the house, the two friends walked back in. Being stopped by Ryan, Soren explained that nothing was wrong. Being satisfied with the answer, they all walked into the foyer.
Down stairs in Coppola’s house, all of the heads of the crime families were present. All of them were confused, puzzled, and worried. One of the servants that worked their tried to serve everyone coffee to calm them down, but soon became deaf with the yelling the guys were doing and the screaming the women were doing. In the mist of all this confusion, Don Coppola entered the room.
“All of you, shut the fuck up!” When his booming voice was reached on the ears of all, everyone turned and looked at him. Looking at each other, they all went into the main meeting room and sat down. Master Kane looked around at all of the heads and was a tad bit shocked to see Brett Taran, Mckinsy Stoke, and Goji Akira sitting at the table. The legends around those three bosses is more famous then some of the stories in the Holy Bible. But then again, when you have three powerful men that went and led revolts that resulted in complete bloodshed, you will be forever remembered in history. Observing each chair, he noticed that there were two other chairs present. Knowing the heads of the families, it did not take long for Kane to realize who else was going to be their. Turning to Lord Reservoir, he spoke in a hushed voice.
“I am starting to believe that Coppola has called the Royals in on this.”
“If he did, he practically just signed everyone’s death warrants.” Reservoir turned to Kane. “You know how they are, how they are practically like the judges around here. Their creed, their rules, we obey.” With that, they were all silent as they looked towards Coppola.
“As I am sure a lot of you are aware, Lady Caponae has been found dead. Well, I am here to tell you all right now: that is false. She is still alive. Just in hiding.” Looking around, it was clear to see that everyone was in some sort of confusion. “Let me first say that we have anticipated this. We have expected this, calculated everything. From the day that Caponae took over as head of the Bernamonti Family, we knew that someone would try and attack her. But, to this extent, we never expected.”
“Okay, but on the news we saw that some burnt bodies were taken -” One of the more obscure heads said. This one was one of those leaders that was their, but no one really paid him the slightest attention to the point that two other heads (Taran and Stoke) asked who he was.
“I am aware of what you all saw.” Coppola said, interrupting him. “What was in their were two of our soldiers that were trying to protect Lady Caponae at all times. When she leaves, they stay their to watch over the area and make sure nothing happens. But, that is not the fucking case.” Coppola walked off to breathe.
“Sweet Jesus,” he said under his breath. “Okay, the main question you are all wondering is where Lady Caponae is at. As of now, I am in no position to disclose that information. What I can say is the most obvious: she and her two body gaurds are perfectly safe. That out of the way, the other main question you are all wondering is: who are the assassins and what purpose do they have. As of now, we have no knowledge.”
“You mean you don’t have any knowledge as of now.” The voice, operatic in tone, was one that no one was expecting. As everyone looked up, they saw the towering body of Tomas Atmend.
If there was ever a man that brought fear into the heart of Don J. Coppola, it would be Atmend. The two being childhood friends, Atmend was nicknamed The Judge due to his powering rule, his authority over Coppola, and the influence he had on every subfamily of The Reservoir. In other words, he had complete control.
“Atmend!” Coppola said, taken aback. “I thought you and Parkera were suppose to be here in about a few days?”
“We were in town and decided to arrive early.” From the opposite end of the room stood the elegant yet cold figure of Parkera. Empress Parkera and Emperor Atmend (their official titles) were not related in any way except for business. Joining forces during the last war, they were known for power and corruption over all forces. When put together, even God himself would have a puzzle in terms of figuring them out.
In the minds of all the other heads, they were ranging from disgust of seeing them to fear. Soren, breathing, relaxed himself and mentioned to his associates that it would be the wisest to do the same. The last thing they wanted was to end up like the last person that appeared to be weak in front of Atmend. To put it short: Atmend had a secret weapon, a soldier that if unleashed, the end result would make Casper envy.
Walking down the opposite stairs, Parkera went up to Coppola, embraced him while kissing him gently on the cheek. Grabbing his right hand, Atmend embraced it.
“Sorry for the rather odd timing. I thought you got the text that we sent that said that we were on our way?” Atmend asked, grabbing a cup of coffee off of the table.
“I did.” Coppola said. “I was just expecting earlier.” Atmend stared directly at Coppola for a few moments.
“I see.”
“Well, what does it matter now, eh?” Pakera asked. “We are here now and that is all that matters.” Grabbing her cigarette holder and a cigarette from the table, she lit herself up and took a deep breath from the holder. Unleashing the grey smoke, she took Atmend and found their seats at the table and placed themselves. Sitting next to her was Palma and Kingly. Giddily greeting each other, they quickly hushed themselves as they relaxed.
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