Author's Notes

So I watched all the seasons of power and have wanted to write a fanfic about season 5. Now after watching the latest season, I realized I was not about to write something solely on Ghost or Tommy because their characters have changed in ways I don't entirely like. Still love the show though, so this OC is going to be centered with Vincent Ragni, the head of the Italian Mob, in Season 5. The OC will be tied to James, Tommy and Kanan so they will have some roles in this.

1

New York. On top are the regular people and on the bottom are the secret societies, where everyone is fighting to be king of the land they own. I found it strange that even as we grew up, the buildings, the environment remained the same, like pictures in a photo album. My brother, James, did his best to shield from the life he lived, the life we all lived. He wanted to be a gangster and was smart enough to climb his way to the top.

Me? Well I was just his innocent, too trusting sister. He wanted no one looking at me. He was too afraid that I would get sucked into his world, his violent, murderous world. And it almost worked, until my job put me right in the heart of everything. I'm an ambassador for Red Lake Inc., a secret government owned weapons company who sold weapons to the right buyers, and those buyers could be anyone from military allies overseas, or crime boss's in our cities doing their parts to keep the drugs flowing. My brother doesn't know what I do, and he doesn't need to. I can get weapons from my employers to give to anyone I desire, as long as it is approved by my supervisor. So now, I was getting out of my car and walking up to Bamonte's to do business with the Ragni crime syndicate, an Italian family. I stood in front of the small eatery just observing the place.

I've past by here a few times when I was younger. Some of the young men would see me walking and whistle at me and smirk. If my brother was with me, they chose their words wisely. I needed to see him. After the death of my niece Raina, I knew I would have to stop by when I could. Things were not looking very good for my brother right now. I would soon be in that same boat.

I was in a pair of white jeans and a blue long sleeve blouse. I had one of my numerous black coats on with my paper work inside. I moved over to the front door and slowly entered. I was meeting with Vincent Ragni, the current leader of the crime mob. I had only spoken with him once. As I entered the place, the smell of pasta sauce hit my nose. I slid off my jacket and looked around at the quiet place. It wasn't lavished, but it was cozy to those who grew up here. I noticed a lean man in a casual black jump suit sitting at table across from me. He looked like your average Italian with slick black hair. He has polite eyes, but he was dangerous that much I knew. He was sitting with two men and as I approached, I had immediately gotten their attention.

"Mr. Ragni? Vincent Ragni?" I asked. He gave a look over, his polite smile spreading as he finished his look at me face. The two younger men at his side looked me over too.

"Who's asking?" he asked, his tone light, but still cautious.

"My name is Yara. We spoke on the phone?" I asked not wanting to put too much of our business out in the air. He looked mildly stunned by this.

"You're Yara St. Patrick?" he asked in disbelief. I was stiff, but I nodded.

"I am." I replied. He looked me over once more.

"Aren't you a little young to be in this business?" he accused and I just tilted my head.

"Age doesn't really matter in this game." I replied before reaching into my coat pocket. The two men at his side were cautious and I paused and smiled. "You have nothing to fear from me. Are we doing business or not?"

Vincent stared at my face for a moment before smiling and nodding patting one of the young men on the shoulder. Both men took the hint and moved from table. Vincent then raised his hand to the chair across from him.

"Please sit." he said. I nodded and moved to pull the chair out in front of me. "You got to forgive me, you sounded so different than I had pictured." I gave a gentle hum.

"What you thought I was white?" I pressed lightly, but with respect. He continued to smile, but it was still intimidating because that smile could mean anything. He cleared his throat.

"No offense, but you don't hear a lot of… African Americans who speak white." he said and I grinned some.

"You should expand your social group, Mr. Ragni. You may be surprised at what you can learn." I said and his smile remained.

"Maybe… so since you are here in the flesh, I am assuming you have good news about the weapons I asked for." he said and I nodded once more reaching into my coat pocket and pulling out my manila folder.

"Your request has been approved the items you selected. I just came to get a signature from you and the items will be delivered immediately." I replied and he nodded.

"Good." he said and I nodded and opened the folder pulling out the documents.

"I have also been informed by my employer that you have a contract with us for some of these items. This contract is set to expire in two months. Would you like to renew?" I asked. If he didn't want to renew then we would do no more business. Only buyers with contracts could get things from my employer.

Vincent's POV

I couldn't lie, I was not expecting such a vixen to walk into my bar with such confidence. Her skin color alone attracted the attention of everyone here. But she wasn't dark like the other blacks I see walk in here. No her skin is warm and soft milk chocolate. Her lips soft and plump, her curly hair down and loose. She didn't look like no business woman to me and that gave me a reason to distrust her. But here she sits, telling me all I need to know.

She is quite the looker. When I was young, I grew up in the same neighborhood as some of the moolies. Some of them were cool, taught me a lot. I used to ride the bus with two boys, brothers, who I always talked to. My father would have killed me if he knew I hung out with them. But their ma was great, she baked and cooked all the time and treated me like one of her own. Even growing up, I noticed some of their girls. Some of them beautiful, others not so beautiful. But in my family, having a relationship with one was a big no no.

Yara's POV

Mr. Pagni nodded slowly.

"Yeah, sure I wouldn't remind renewing. Are my rates still the same?" he asked and I nodded, my smile remaining.

"Yes sir." I replied sliding the paper across the table to him. He glanced the stack of papers over.

"Of course, I'll need a few days to look over this with my lawyers to make sure everything is on the up and up." he said. I nodded again.

"Of course. I shall await your call?" I asked and he nodded.

"Yes. I assume you won't be too far?" he asked and I nodded.

"I will be in New York." I answered standing up and he did the same. He extended his hand to me. I reached out and shook it. His hands were calloused from squeezing his gun too much.

"Wonderful, I'll call you very soon." he said. I could hear the intent in his tone, he was planning something, but I didn't know what. Had I offended him in some way? I nodded.

"I look forward to it." I replied. My biggest mistake in my career is getting too close with any buyers of my employers. But who would have thought Vincent Ragni would take me on a dangerous adventure. I headed out to my car, and got in. I picked up my phone noticing a few texts I had received.

Tasha:

Let me know when you're headed over.

Me:

I'm headed over now.

Tommy:

Heard you was coming to town. When we chilling?

Me:

Headed over to Jame's right now. We can hang later.

Kanan:

Will be at your place at 8. I figured our reunion can be a little more private.

Me:

Fine.