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(Still feeling like crap tho)

Fran


The room fell silent, the air was thick, and confusion was surrounding each and every one of them. She cried, she cried because he hated what she was, she hated the blood running through her veins.

"He's... your father?" Steve asked, perplexed.

"Yeah," she whispered, wiping away her tears. "Sadly, he is."

"And you're building a case to put him behind bars?" Danny asked in disbelief.

"He's a murderer. And he has destroyed my life in more ways you can think of."

"So this is about revenge." Steve stated.

"It's about justice," she replied. "If I don't do this, nobody will."

"Haven't you noticed all the people you're dragging along with your little vendetta?" Steve complained. "This isn't just another case, this is my brother's life you're talking about."

"I know what I'm doing," she spoke.

"You're only gonna get him killed!" Steve complained again. "Just like it happened to your friend!"

"The last thing I want is for him to get hurt, or die," she spoke in a soft whisper. "That's why we need to do this. This might be our only chance to put this to an end."

"What's gonna happen if he knows I'm here?" Stan asked her. "He's gonna kill me like he did with Josh?"

"Not if we leave," she explained.

Stan thought about it for a minute. He did want to put this to an end, he wanted to start a brand new life with no fear, no walking around the streets scared for his life. He knew though, that if Giuseppe finds them before they made plans someone was going to die and he was sure it wasn't going to be her.

"I'll do it," he spoke suddenly, his brother coming to stand in front of him, shaking his head vigorously.

"Stan this is crazy, you can't do this."

"Look, she's right. I might be the only one who can put a stop to all this," he explained, still his brother shook his head in disagreement. "Besides, this can be my chance to do something good for a change."

He felt his whole life had been a mistake. He had done one wrong thing after the other; first losing contact with his family even when his mother and father died, then choosing the wrong people to hang out with and do all sorts of stupid things to good people. He noticed how wrong his course of action was when it was too late and there was no turn back.

He wanted to change that, he wanted to do something right and the best way was to put the criminal that had ruined his life behind bars.

"He's going to kill you," Steve tried to reason with his brother even though knowing he was as stubborn like him.

"Not if we make it to NY on time," Stan stated.

"I have to talk to the governor first," Katerina said, "you can't leave the city without his authorization."

"Why?" Stan asked confused.

"You were arrested, remember?"

"Right."

He stared uncomfortably at his brother whose hard expression hadn't changed since he told him his plans.

"This is it then..." Stan said.

"Not until the fat lady sings," Steve answered.


"You don't have to do this, you know?" Steve spoke to his brother on their way home.

"I already told you I do. We talked about it this morning."

"It's a suicide mission and you're not even sure it's going to work!"

"Yes, it is. But I owe this to Kat," he explained, "she has saved my life more times that I can count."

"If that man was capable of tracking you down, what makes you believe he is going to let you make it to NY?" Steve asked, "I mean, if he was able to kill that man just because he gave information to Kat, imagine what he will do to you if he knows you will testify against him."

"I don't need you to tell me that. I know the risks."

"Then why... I get you owe her, but is it worth risking your life?"

He looked outside the window and sighed. Katerina was the only one who had tried to help him out when he was in too deep, she had been there for him even thought it could cost her her whole career.

"Yeah, it's worth it."

He liked jogging; it cleared his head, calmed him and relaxed him. Besides she view outside his dad's house was fantastic. He remembered when he used to surf with Steve when they were kids, how they raced to who got to the water first. Steve always won, obviously.

He came into a halt all of a sudden. There was a strange dark car with dark windows parked just a few blocks away from his house. He could have ignored it, just keep running away, but he knew that car. He knew who those men were and he couldn't walk away from them, there was no point.

One of them made his way towards him, dark suit and all. If he wanted to go unnoticed he wasn't doing a good job.

"How'zit, brah?" Stanley greeted him, the man didn't even flinch. He looked like a gigantic gorilla who was not very amused.

"Time to go," he spoke.

"Go where?" Stan asked innocently.

"Don't make me hurt you, Stanley," the man said. "The boss just wants to talk to you."

"Right. And I'm prince charming."

"Move."

He grabbed his arm, his gigantic hand squeezed him hard. He couldn't pull away even if he tried. There was no point; he wasn't going to, not if running away was going to put his brother's life in danger. He was tired of running too, he had done that for almost a year, it was time to clear everything up.

He took one last glance at the house. Suddenly with the feeling he was not coming back.

TBC

Shit just got real y'all