"Do you mind?" asked Luca almost polietly, as he handed Donghae the bottle of hard liqour. So smoothly as if he were handing him a cup of tea at an evening teaparty; completely ignoring Jake who was putting up a god damned loud tantrum inside his room.

Donghae took it without a word. Knowing that Luca was clearly waiting for Jake to calm down. He was treating the situation as if it happened literally everyday, as if the whole thing was normal as swatting away an obnoxious mosquito

"Erm.. don't you think you should-"

"No"

Donghae nodded in understanding. There's no fucking way to stop Jake at this point. Since the moment he'd woken up during that flight, Hyukjae's mood had been a thick black cloud of poisonous thunder, threatening to blow up if he asked too many questions. So Donghae had kept his mouth mercifully shut.

Various noises of stuff being thrown aroud was heard through the closed doubled doors...and Donghae winced when he heard delicate China crashing against the hard wood.

"That would be the Burmese vase his mother used to like so much" observed Luca diplomatically, cocking his head to a side, "she wouldn't have liked it breaking though"

Just before Donghae could ask what the FUCK had happend to both Luca and Jake, there was a one last crash and the double doors creeked opened, in the middle of the whirlwind of broken shrapnel appeared Jake Maranzano, his face like thunder and his eyes lightning blue as he marched out.

"Call all heads of Falcon Global" he seethed, "make sure those motherfuckers show up or I swear I'll crush them into fucking pieces!"

"Maybe you should start by drinking this first" suggested Luca calmy, noding at the bottle clasped on Donghae's hand. "They are all waiting in the conference room, I assumed you might want them anyways"

Jake whipped around towards Donghae, his eyes glassy with uncontrolled rage. He snatched up the bottle and flipped off the lid, and without a warning, placed it against his lips and gulped down the fiery contents. Donghae took a step back, shocked to see Jake in such a state.

"Both of you!" he rasped, pointing raggedly at both of them; alcohol having clearly taken away his voice, "follow me"

Donghae glanced at Luca who shrugged lazily. They followed him until he stopped infront of the closed doors of the conference room. Jake took a deep breath before turning towards Luca,

"Stay near the door" he commanded. "If any of those rats try to get out, fucking shoot them to smithereens"

Luca noded and Jake looked at Donghae who was waiting in stunned silence. For a moment, Jake's eyes softened, glancing at the brown eyed boy who stood infront of him. It must have been difficult for Donghae to get along without knowing anything.

"Stay with me" he said quietly so that Luca couldn't hear. Donghae gave him a grateful nod.

~

The Organizational heads were silent; nervously looking at eachother to analyse if any of them knew better than the rest, but currently all of them were clueless. They've all recieved the identical urgent email requesting their immediate presence at the Falcon Manor...which many of them haven't even been ever before.

The double doors opened and all heads turned towards the slim figure of Leonard Maranzano's only son, whose appearence resembled someone who'd walked right across a moving tornado. A Black Label bottle graced his pale, slim tattood hand and the buttons of his silk shirt undone carelessly which showed the authentic tattoo of the Falcon Circle on his smooth chest. His black hair was a strangled mess and his delicate mouth was twisted into a perfect scowl which sometimes Leonard used to wear during similar situations.

They quickly got up and bowed as a custom, polietly refusing to point out the vacant chair right next to the head position. None of them uttered a word when Jake carelessly took a deep swig from the alcohol bottle.

Simply speaking, they were looking at Leonard Maranzano's fucked up son who they didn't even know was alive until a few years ago...

Once he slouched down carelessly at the head of the table, the others followed suit, sinking into their previous positions thankfully. Luca silently stood infront of the exit and Donghae moved to stand quietly behind Jake.

To his utter alarm, Donghae saw some of the people glance at him curiously, but still they refused to utter even a single damned word... all until Jake decided to bang the bottle on the table, causing everyone to flinch.

"Sir" began one of the leaders respectly, "Madam Laverè-"

"Unfortunately" cut in Jake delicately, noticing with satisfaction as the Adam's apple bob fearfully in the man's throat, "she won't be here"

"But why?" Cut in an old black clad Spanish woman, bursting through her initial bubble of shock.

"Why?" mirrored Jake raising a perfect eyebrow, "you'll find out soon ragaza"

"With all due respect sir" said another man, "why bring us here?"

Jake sighed... bloody motherfuckers!

"I assume a lot of you have never even seen me before" he slurred, lazily juggling the bottle in his fingers, "and I know you lot have the wrong idea about me and I have absolutely NO fucking intention to clear that shit up"

Most of them winced at his impolite way of talking, but none of them dared to comment about it, because the only person who could've commented was sadly missing in action...

"I don't fucking care if you know me or not" continued Jake, a smirk blossoming on his chaped lips, "although everyone here thinks they are the bloody leaders of this organization, you still work for me"

He nodded at the maids who were holding stacks of hardcover files. They quickly came up and laid them infront of each representative, bowing respectfully before they left.

Jake's head was pounding with stress mixed with alcoholic blur, but he ignored the pain. It had been years since he planned this move with Luca, who had insisted that there would be a time he would need to secure his position as the leader of the Falcon Circle. And today his words had proven true.. Cosa Nostra was rising again and he had already lost one of his powerful and influential partners. Leaving the Falcon Circle in a verge of breaking out. He needed to show his employees who was the actual Boss before they decided to abandon the Circle as well.

"What is this? What are these files?" asked an Amarican man who was currently in charge of the Galway industries...his latest acquisition.

"We need to know why Madame Laverè has not presented herself today" quipped another woman, taking her chance to throw in her question as well.

Jake slitted his eyes, twirling lightly in his chair, contemplating if he should simply spill out the truth.

"Madame Laverè chose to switch sides" he said calmly; watching the blood leave their faces at the news of losing their most prominent representative of the Falcon Global Organisation.

Donghae was literally shaking behind him, blood visibly draining from his face.. he knows! Why the hell did this happen!?

"To whom? To whom did she switch!?" Asked the same lady and Jake shot her daggers before replying,

"Cosa Nostra"

There was a collective sharp inhale of breath as they confirmed what they'd been dreading for years

"This cannot be happening!" gasped an African man, throwing his hands in the air, "that is Alexi Luciano's lot! How is it possible!?"

"Oh but it is happening since their fucking SON managed to stay alive...just like me" drawled Jake, directing their attention towards the white projector panel which slid down silently from the ceiling. Jake got up and casually sat on the desk while the video played, watching each and everyone's faces change as the saw what was happening between Laverè and Ventura. After it ended, every member of Falcon Global was breathing fast, shock apperent on their faces.

"I know most of you are in line with Laverè" sighed Jake, "which is why I want you to sign those doccuments that are infront of you"

"And you playing with us Jake Maranzano?" Spat a Russian man, balling his fists aggressively, "Cosa Nostra is rising as we speak! And you want us to sign some bloody doccuments!?"

Bloody?

Jake looked at the man and took another swig out of his alcohol, damn it! That shit was good!...his eyes were already bloodshot, dark circles around them prominent as he smirked down at the man.

"I want everyone to realize that I'm not my father" said Jake in a cold voice, looking at everyone in turn, "Leonard Maranzano might have lead you in a way better than this" he said, walking closer towards the man who had dared to question his authority, while reloading his gun, "but me? I've killed people... and I will do it again ten times worse than he ever did, so don't test my fucking nerve"

He raised his pistol and pressed it against the man's temple and clicked the bullet into place, watching as the man's knees buckle in fright.

"If any of you guys dare to play games with me," he said, his low voice easily carrying to the furthest end of the table, "I will make sure even the boody peices of you, or your fucking families wouldn't be found on the ground...got that shit?!"

Suddenly everyone at the table gasped as they all saw red laser dots appear on each others forheads.

"Sign" was the only word Jake had to utter before everone scrambled to pick up their pens and rummage through their respective files, desperate to live another day than die uselessly. Setting their seal to confirm that their utter duty lies to the 20th consecutive leader of the Falcon Circle.

Jake watched their quivering hands move across the papers. Once they were done, he let out a small laugh and lowered his gun, his steel blue eyes resting on the still image of Laverè and Ventura.

"One more thing" he mused, fingers trailing on his silver plated gun, "about Aiden" his eyes sacanned the blanched faces of each and every individual sitting on the table around him,

"find him"

~

A calm cold chill had settled down on Donghae's body. He was reminded of the day Jake had first asked him to become his bodyguard, memories whisked through his head.. remembering the time he'd been almost completely happy with Jake until everything turned upside down in a blink of an eye. He wondered if he did the right thing by surviving...

As he watched Jake putting death sentence over his name just a few paces infront of him, Donghae wondered if Jake ever doubted him atleast once, if his blind passionate love masked the truth that was right infront of his eyes... Donghae wasn't scared, he felt an emotion beyond that...all those time Jake had whispered that he loved him, all that time he could've just admitted his true identity like a man and died like one... but he knew he couldn't...

Because I have everything to lose Jake...

Tears were threatening to form in his eyes as he desperately searched for a light glare to stop it. His love for Jake ripped him into two just as the duty to his family. He balled his fists until they shook, ignoring what his mind was shouting at him.

Tell him Donghae... go on! Admit that you are the son of Alexi Luciano! Tell him you came here to kill him or fucking die trying! Tell him that you realized all this was a huge mistake! Tell him-

Tell him that you love him no matter what...

A single tear slipped from his eyes and fell on his shirt, carving a salty path down his cheek.

"Come here"

He looked up dazed, only to realize that the whole room was empty including Luca, who had gone out to show the not-so-welcome guests out of the Manor. Jake was sitting on top of the table, still holding the bottle of alcohol which he took another sip from, as he regarded Donghae with a stone cold indifferent look

Donghae stood there, gazing at Hyukjae's cold steel eyes, unable to move even a fraction from his current position. His whole body felt as it was wrapped up in an iron code that kept rapidly reducing its size...

"I said come here!" commanded Jake, his eyes burning feverishly.

Something snapped inside Donghae, and he felt is body moving towards him, ignoring red light after red light his mind threw at him to stop and reconsider...but it was useless, it was like a magnet pulling his body towards the boy he was desperately in love with... it was as if his consciousness was pushed back to a distant vista of his own mind, watching his unruly body take his control away from his grasp...

He felt himself stand in front of Jake, staring into his deep grey blue eyes that always mesmerized him...he felt Jake pulling him so that he was standing between Jake's legs...he closed his eyes once he felt Jake kiss him, their tongues tangling with eachother breathlessly...their warm feverish breathes coming out fast and desperate until Donghae raised his neck...allowing Jake to place a line of achingly seductive kisses from his jawline down his throat... Donghae gasped in pleasure when he felt Jake suck into his delicate skin above his collar bone, bruising him, marking him with pain... and Donghae's breath hitched as his fingers dug into Jake's shoulders while he desperately tried to stifle his intoxicated groans

Because they were both so fucked up with problems... because they were both so desperate to get out of this endless mess...

So who gives a shit about the world?

Jake kissed him vigorously, their lips moving in a perfect familiar pattern as Donghae gripped Jake's tangled midnight hair...aware that his slim hands moving under Donghae's shirt, lifting it halfway to brush his fingers against his waist; trailing down to tug at the button of his denim, stopping lower down...

"I wanna fuck you so bad" whispered Jake against his lips, his hand lightly trailing pressure against his shaft through the rough material of his jeans

Hardening him

Suddenly Donghae's eyes snapped open back into reality. The monetarily forgotten guilt rushing back to arrest his mind through the intense veil of lust

When Donghae suddenly stopped responding to his desperate urges. Jake slowly pulled away, eyes blazing with some sort of emotion that Donghae couldn't quite recognise

"I fucking need a distraction Donghae" he whispered, his voice roughe and pleading

"Aiden" said Donghae suddenly, "you will kill him"

it wasnt a question. Merely a statement.

Jake looked straight at him.

"Yes" he said.

"Jake" chocked Donghae, unable to bare it any longer, but Hyukjae didn't listen as he brushed his lips over his throat once again, all his control seemed to have lost in the desperate need to forget what was happening to the Falcon Circle...

"Stop, please!"

Jake pulled away, gripping Donghae's hand as he looked at him in concern.. he suddenly lowered his head, staring at the ground... well any other place rather than Donghae.

"I shouldn't have used you like that" he muttered looking away

Donghae wasn't even listening to what he was saying, guilt was clawing him inside out and fucking needed this to end

"I should- I need to tell you something"

~

The long corridor of the Maranzano Manor seemed to stretch away into eternity. Where the walls were decorated with Family portraits of the Maranzanos through the years.

Although everyone was walking a few paces infront of them; grumbling about the unfairness of it all, two representatives found themselves falling into step side by side... contemplating whether they should share their views about the boy they'd both noticed standing behind Jake Maranzano.

Vladimir Sergei Ivenko and Sofia Esteben were two of the oldest members that have been working for the Maranzano family... Being representatives of the Russian and Spanish Blue chip organizations who had been secretly working for the Falcon Circle for years, their contacts ran with almost anyone who could get their dirty jobs done

"Why do you think Laverè chose to switch sides?" asked Sergei casually as though not to draw in anyone else's attention

"Oh I think we both know she had been working for the Cosa Nostra all along; though I assumed the organization fell to the ground when Alexi died"

"Hmm...I wonder if Maria somehow survived the Falcons" put in Sergei quietly

"Knew that boy would interest you right away" quipped Sofia with a knowing smile..

"They look rather similar if you ask me"

"They do" confirmed Sofia, smilling to herself, "I could never doubt his face and his mouth...he was Maria Luciano all over"

"Guess it's the only reason why Luca still can't recognise him" said Sergei grinning along with the Spanish representative.

"Should we spill the beans?" She asked, "you know, maybe help that boy a bit if he really is Aiden?"

"I don't think it's very advisable" muttered Sergei, "especially now that Jake Maranzano took the rigid control to himself...one wrong move could mean a death sentence to us Sofia, keep in mind that Jake is just like his father"

"Oh dear" sighed Sofia, "and I thought his mother would change him... Raven was a charming girl"

"But she clearly didn't live long enough to raise him" sighed Sergei, "Jake acts like a combination of Luca and Leonard"

Sofia nodded in grave agreement. The boy was handsome as well as ruthless, and it wasn't to be denied.

"I wonder if he knows how much trouble he is in for" she said thoughtfully, "but it for us to stay quiet and enjoy the show"

"Agreed" said Sergei pulling out a cigarette, "it would be interesting to watch how Aiden survives Jake"

"It is like an old times cliché" commented Sofia chuckling, "best friends turned into enemies"

"But this time, Aiden won't hesitate like his father did-"

"You both are going in in the wrong direction" said a voice, and both the man and woman whipped around, their hearts racing inside their chests.

How long had he been behind them?!

"The exit's that side" pointed Luca and left them both standing; their faces masked with utter horror...