That night Reese walked up the front steps of a nice house in the Hamptons, as he approached the door it opened to reveal Cory standing there, his lower leg in a cast with a hospital moonboot over it.
“Reese! What the fuck, man!?”
Reese enveloped him in a huge embrace, dropping his face into the side of Cory’s neck and breathing in deeply. Cory reached around him and embraced him too, clinging on to fistfuls of Reese’s jacket. That made Reese gasp in pain and Cory dropped his arms, retreating a step as he gripped Reese’s shoulders and looked into his eyes.
“What the fuck have you done to yourself? You better come in.”
Cory helped Reese into the main living area and down onto the couch. He looked up as Michael walked in looking not very pleased.
Reese looked up through his hair at the Police Commissioner and smirked as Cory sat beside him and grabbed his hand. Cory looked up with a grimace at his father.
Ten days later Reese and Cory got out of the Fiat taxi in front of the gates of a villa a mile from the main city of Palermo. They had arrived in Italy the day before catching a boat across that morning and now they stood before the house of the man that had Quinn, Don Augusto Ferrante.The fact that there were several armed guards standing on the other side of the gates told them their visit had already been informed to Augusto. It had been obvious when they told the taxi driver the address it was well known and the taxi driver had spoken to his comrades at the ferry terminal park in Italian, they had all bristled and shouted at them. Reese had pulled a wallet full of cash and told the driver he could have it all. One had made a phone call as the driver herded them into his car laughing and nodding. He probably thought to just drop them off to their deaths and go about his day.Reese looked through the wrought iron gate at the guards and sucked his teeth. He was still
Quinn was sitting on a garden seat under a pergola, guarded by four armed men. She had seen Augusto standing in the doorway smoking and something told her that something was going on. She had been led out here in her white chemise and matching robe – still the only clothing she had been allowed to wear for two weeks, not including underwear - and told to sit quietly and wait.Wait for what?She looked up at a commotion over at Augusto’s study and saw Reese stumble out the door and lift his head to look in her direction. She stood up in surprise. “Reese?” She breathed.One of the men guarding her growled. “Go!”She blinked up at him thinking he was ordering her back to her room but he was pointing towards Reese. She was scared it was a trap and not Reese at all.“Quinn!” His voice rang out and she wailed as she was running.He went to run towards her but Augusto clamped a hand on his shoulder pr
Warning - sex scenesAs Reese led Quinn and Cory into a hotel room back on mainland Italy in the city of Genoa Quinn wrapped her arms around his waist, burying her face into his back and squeezing him tightly.He grimaced, grabbing her hands and pulling them apart. “Jesus, take it easy, baby…”“He’s got fractured ribs, bunny…” Cory came up behind her and took her arms, making her step back away from Reese as Reese smiled down at her and pinched her chin.“I’m sorry, I just…I missed you so much…”“We both missed you too, babe…” Reese said before turning away and clearing his pockets of his phone, wallet and passport, taking off his jacket and dropping down into the small couch in the room.Quinn could see they had already been staying here before going over to Sicily as their suitcases were still on the floor by the bureau.&ldq
Michael and Wendy were waiting at the airport as they got off the plane. Cory went up to his dad and they embraced as Reese and Quinn watched. Wendy came up to Quinn and took her into her arms for a hug.“We’re so glad you’re all safe and sound…”“Let’s make sure this is the end of all the drama.” Michael said, glancing at Reese.Reese sucked his teeth and looked away, not giving any promises. He saw a group of men wearing black making their way over. He stiffened as he saw his father in the middle of them.“Wait here.” He said and walked off to meet with him.“Dad, what are you doing here?” Reese asked.“I’ve come to take you home.” Cillian’s eyes lifted to where Quinn was standing with the McMillan family. “I need to talk to her.”Reese’s eyes clouded and narrowed. “Why right now?”“Reese,
“If you are all serious about this throuple relationship, then Cory and Quinn will marry in a spectacular wedding covered by the press…you, my boy, will have to play the third in the shadows…”Cory and Quinn looked horrified but Reese nodded solemnly. “Got it….yeah, it makes sense.”“How the hell does that make sense to you, Rice?” Cory yelled.Reese turned in his seat to face Quinn and Cory. “To be honest I was going to suggest something pretty similar anyway…you’re going to be a lawyer, you’re son of the Police Commissioner, you’re record is clean and Quinn is going to pass her college degree and get a good job…meanwhile I am about to take over from Dad when I graduate…I’ll have eyes on me wherever I go.”“I don’t care about that…” Quinn piped up. “I’ve lived with the mafia, I know how these things work&h
Five years later.Quinn got out of the taxi in front of the apartment building on the Upper East Side of Manhattan. She glanced up at the twenty story building with a whimsical smile on her lips. She had just arrived back in the US after spending fashion week in Paris modelling for a new fashion designer under a new brand called Eval Logic, edgy clothing that she loved to wear so much she had invested in it. After investing she inadvertently became the face of the brand so when the designer got invited to join fashion week in Paris as one of their featured young up and comers of course Quinn had to go as the model. It had been a blast and a whirlwind, but now she was nervous. Even though the planning had taken a month and she had spoken of it to her boys, she had just left in the end without them because they were busy. She had pissed them off and now she was back to face the consequences.She glanced at her bodyguard, Trent, as he glared at her for pausi
“Quinn, I need you to come and have a talk with me please, tonight.”I looked at the message on my phone from my step-father and didn’t know whether to laugh, cry or run for the hills.It had only been four days since my mom’s funeral and I had already packed up my stuff ready to move out of my step-father’s mansion. I knew I wasn’t actually part of the family. He had been nothing but kind to me for the six years I had lived with him and my mom, but I knew what he was. As I had grown older I had become more aware of the things going on around me.My step-brother, Antonio, had moved out of the house permanently six months ago. He was taking over their ‘family’ business and so had moved to New York City while his father, Augusto, planned to retire. Then my mom had taken ill, diagnosed with cancer she had sickened and withered quickly taking us all by surprise and now I was alone surrounded by dangerous violent people who I thought didn’t want me around any longer.Augusto had never full
“Make yourself comfortable for a moment, I have to make a phone call.” Antonio said as he ushered Quinn into his apartment, took out his phone and wandered off up the long hallway.She looked around at the vast living area stunned. It was a split level area with steps down to the living area. Couches sat in front of a gas fire place with TV above on the stone wall, with a dining area and large black kitchen on the same level as the entrance foyer. She wandered over to the large glass windows, they stretched up for two stories and looked out over Manhattan harbor. A large chandelier sat pride of place high above the living area. The space was huge!“Shit, this place must have cost about ten million!” She muttered.“More like twenty.” Antonio’s deep voice came to her and she turned to see him walk back in. He had shed his suit jacket, tie and vest and was rolling the sleeves up on his shirt.“Want a drink?” He asked as he went over to the kitchen and opened a cabinet that contained a bo
Five years later.Quinn got out of the taxi in front of the apartment building on the Upper East Side of Manhattan. She glanced up at the twenty story building with a whimsical smile on her lips. She had just arrived back in the US after spending fashion week in Paris modelling for a new fashion designer under a new brand called Eval Logic, edgy clothing that she loved to wear so much she had invested in it. After investing she inadvertently became the face of the brand so when the designer got invited to join fashion week in Paris as one of their featured young up and comers of course Quinn had to go as the model. It had been a blast and a whirlwind, but now she was nervous. Even though the planning had taken a month and she had spoken of it to her boys, she had just left in the end without them because they were busy. She had pissed them off and now she was back to face the consequences.She glanced at her bodyguard, Trent, as he glared at her for pausi
“If you are all serious about this throuple relationship, then Cory and Quinn will marry in a spectacular wedding covered by the press…you, my boy, will have to play the third in the shadows…”Cory and Quinn looked horrified but Reese nodded solemnly. “Got it….yeah, it makes sense.”“How the hell does that make sense to you, Rice?” Cory yelled.Reese turned in his seat to face Quinn and Cory. “To be honest I was going to suggest something pretty similar anyway…you’re going to be a lawyer, you’re son of the Police Commissioner, you’re record is clean and Quinn is going to pass her college degree and get a good job…meanwhile I am about to take over from Dad when I graduate…I’ll have eyes on me wherever I go.”“I don’t care about that…” Quinn piped up. “I’ve lived with the mafia, I know how these things work&h
Michael and Wendy were waiting at the airport as they got off the plane. Cory went up to his dad and they embraced as Reese and Quinn watched. Wendy came up to Quinn and took her into her arms for a hug.“We’re so glad you’re all safe and sound…”“Let’s make sure this is the end of all the drama.” Michael said, glancing at Reese.Reese sucked his teeth and looked away, not giving any promises. He saw a group of men wearing black making their way over. He stiffened as he saw his father in the middle of them.“Wait here.” He said and walked off to meet with him.“Dad, what are you doing here?” Reese asked.“I’ve come to take you home.” Cillian’s eyes lifted to where Quinn was standing with the McMillan family. “I need to talk to her.”Reese’s eyes clouded and narrowed. “Why right now?”“Reese,
Warning - sex scenesAs Reese led Quinn and Cory into a hotel room back on mainland Italy in the city of Genoa Quinn wrapped her arms around his waist, burying her face into his back and squeezing him tightly.He grimaced, grabbing her hands and pulling them apart. “Jesus, take it easy, baby…”“He’s got fractured ribs, bunny…” Cory came up behind her and took her arms, making her step back away from Reese as Reese smiled down at her and pinched her chin.“I’m sorry, I just…I missed you so much…”“We both missed you too, babe…” Reese said before turning away and clearing his pockets of his phone, wallet and passport, taking off his jacket and dropping down into the small couch in the room.Quinn could see they had already been staying here before going over to Sicily as their suitcases were still on the floor by the bureau.&ldq
Quinn was sitting on a garden seat under a pergola, guarded by four armed men. She had seen Augusto standing in the doorway smoking and something told her that something was going on. She had been led out here in her white chemise and matching robe – still the only clothing she had been allowed to wear for two weeks, not including underwear - and told to sit quietly and wait.Wait for what?She looked up at a commotion over at Augusto’s study and saw Reese stumble out the door and lift his head to look in her direction. She stood up in surprise. “Reese?” She breathed.One of the men guarding her growled. “Go!”She blinked up at him thinking he was ordering her back to her room but he was pointing towards Reese. She was scared it was a trap and not Reese at all.“Quinn!” His voice rang out and she wailed as she was running.He went to run towards her but Augusto clamped a hand on his shoulder pr
Ten days later Reese and Cory got out of the Fiat taxi in front of the gates of a villa a mile from the main city of Palermo. They had arrived in Italy the day before catching a boat across that morning and now they stood before the house of the man that had Quinn, Don Augusto Ferrante.The fact that there were several armed guards standing on the other side of the gates told them their visit had already been informed to Augusto. It had been obvious when they told the taxi driver the address it was well known and the taxi driver had spoken to his comrades at the ferry terminal park in Italian, they had all bristled and shouted at them. Reese had pulled a wallet full of cash and told the driver he could have it all. One had made a phone call as the driver herded them into his car laughing and nodding. He probably thought to just drop them off to their deaths and go about his day.Reese looked through the wrought iron gate at the guards and sucked his teeth. He was still
That night Reese walked up the front steps of a nice house in the Hamptons, as he approached the door it opened to reveal Cory standing there, his lower leg in a cast with a hospital moonboot over it.“Reese! What the fuck, man!?”Reese enveloped him in a huge embrace, dropping his face into the side of Cory’s neck and breathing in deeply. Cory reached around him and embraced him too, clinging on to fistfuls of Reese’s jacket. That made Reese gasp in pain and Cory dropped his arms, retreating a step as he gripped Reese’s shoulders and looked into his eyes.“What the fuck have you done to yourself? You better come in.”Cory helped Reese into the main living area and down onto the couch. He looked up as Michael walked in looking not very pleased.Reese looked up through his hair at the Police Commissioner and smirked as Cory sat beside him and grabbed his hand. Cory looked up with a grimace at his father.
Antonio drove them to an old disused warehouse that he owned the land of and sometimes used the warehouse to store pallets of goods he would rather authorities didn’t see. He stepped out of the back of the car with an air of confidence as Matteo went into the trunk and pulled out a briefcase, he placed it down on the bonnet of the car and opened it up, pulling out a document and placing it next to the briefcase.Reese got out of his car and looked at Matteo and Antonio dubiously.“You already have a contract?”“No, that is a standard NDA contract, we can write on the back of it.” Matteo explained.“Huh…” Reese snorted. “Alright then…conditions.”“Winner gets the girl…it’s his responsibility to go and pick her up.” Antonio sneered.Matteo gave him a raised eyebrow, smirking while he wrote it down.Reese clucked his tongue, not getting the amuse
Reese was just getting out of his car with Tank and Bulletproof in the carpark of his condo when a Bentley raced up behind his car and blocked him in. He stood up, looking over at the Bentley knowing exactly who it was.“Stay here.” He said to Bulletproof and Tank, putting his hands in his jacket pockets and leaning on the back of his car, staring at the back of the Bentley as the driver got out and opened the door.Matteo got out of the passenger side quickly coming around as Antonio barreled out of the back storming up to Reese and getting in his face as Matteo tried to hold him back.“You fucking little shit, what the hell do you think you’re doing? We’ve had years of peace that you’ve managed to ruin in a matter of days! Who is going to compensate me for business losses! And now your father has executed Sean Flanagan? Have you Irish dogs all gone rabid?”Reese sucked his teeth at the verbal onslaught, side eye