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Things did not go as planned for the brothers. Instead of a miraculous intervention by the loveable Grandpa Rome there came to their door, a very anxious and worried looking Ludwig.

Ludwig looked as though he hadn't slept in days. "I know you sent for help but Marcus can't come to you." He said, sitting on a stool in the shop. "He's missing. As soon as we got word of the attck on you we knew we had to pick you up. Some one took it personal when we disolved the Biaccis."He paused and looked around. they had cleaned up the glass and put boards over the door window. Some of the damaged goods had been removed and repairs were in the making. "Well, you see there's been a lot of trouble."

Lovino scowled. "Who got mad about the Biaccis? I thought they were small time."

"They were. . . someone was backing them and took it personal interest when we took them down." He looked around nervously before clasping his hands. "Last night the old man disappeared." Seeing their blank faces he swallowed and went on. "Marcus. He's gone. Last night he was out at a friend's club and he didn't come back. The men who were with him don't know what happened. We think he was kidnapped."

Feliciano made a noise of despair.

Lovino went to the door and switched the open sign around to closed. He turned back, furious. "How the hell did this happen and why were we targeted?"

"Whoever was backing the Biaccis knew you two had gone to Marcus, if they find out and I'm not saying they don't already or haven't guessed it, if they find out you're related to him then you'll be in a lot of trouble. As it is, it looks like they've already tried to kill you once. I want to move you two to the main house. The one you visited Marcus in isn't the main house, it's his business house. The one we want to take you to is much better guarded."

Lovino nodded. Under normal circumstances he would have refused but he didn't think that was wise. "Is it far?"

"It's uptown."

Feliciano nodded and turned to his brother. "I think it would be best for us to go with him. We have to help find Grandpa."

Lovino nodded and went and retrieved the money from the register. "Do you have a car?" He asked.

Ludwig nodded as well. "Waiting with my brother driving. Are you going to get your things?"

"Yeah, we'll be out in a few minutes."

The brothers ran upstairs and began packing. Lovino was not happy. He had not left his home to be forced out of another. He packed his bags almost violently. Feliciano was much calmer thought he seemed distraught at the idea of their grandpa's disappearance.

They met back up with the German and looked into the car. Black as all cars were it was not too old, it was in fairly good condition. It looked out of place. In the driver's seat sat a man with white hair. He grinned. "Gilbert Beilschmidt." He said, extending a hand.

They shook hands all around and got in. Gilbert was not the best driver and he cursed openly at pedestrians. Between bouncing in their seat and trying to maintain a hold on their luggage the brothers managed to get more of the story out. Gilbert had been one of their grandfather's guards the night he disappeared. He was angry at what he viewed as his own short-coming and furious that somehow someone had slipped by him.

They pulled up in front of a large house in a rather upscale part of town. There were guards outside of the gates who stood back for them. Lovino marveled at the way everything was so much larger and cleaner that their own packed street. "How did Grandpa get all of this?" He asked.

Ludwig looked out the window, unimpressed. "He's been acquiring a rather large empire as of late. Prohibition as been good to him. He runs alcohol down from Canada and even some from Europe and he sells protection to other runners and sells his own to all the clubs and bars and speakeasies in this area. He's got other things on the side but right now that's his best." He thought for a minute. "Gambling brings in a lot too. He controls several casinos and gambling halls."

Lovino and Feliciano looked at each other. They had no objections to money made in such a way. They themselves thought prohibition ridiculous and broke the law often enough.

Inside the house they relaxed into the apparent wealth. Grandpa Marcus had decorated in a very Romanesque sort of way. Busts on small pillars, red drapes on the walls, not very fashionable for the times but exquisite none the less. He pulled it off with elegance that steered clear of gaudy and tacky. Everything was illuminated beautifully by electric lighting, the brothers looked around in awe. Lovino felt little and inferior in his dirty trousers and cheaply stitched shirt.

Feliciano looked around, admiringly. He marveled at the beauty of the high ceilings and the brightly light space. His own home was so cramped that he was stunned that one person could call such a big place home. There were lovely green ferns in big pots by the door and plants all around. He smiled and turned to Ludwig. "This place is beautiful!" He said in child-like joy.

Ludwig smiled stiffly, his own rendition of amazement. He was amazed at how impressed they were but then he reminded himself that compared to this, they lived in squalor. He smiled and lead them on to two jointed guest rooms on the second floor.

The brothers took them gratefully but were not content to sit by. They demanded to be informed on all things relating to their grandfather's disappearance. Sighing, Ludwig took them to the Don's office and set himself in a rich leather armchair. He sat back and waited as Gilbert made him a drink.

Lovino leaned against his grandfather's desk looking almost like a miniature of the great man. His brother settled himself behind the big oak desk and folded his hands pensively. "Do you have any idea about who might be behind the Biaccis?" He asked.

Ludwig swirled his drink, watching it carefully before answering. "We have some idea. . ." He said, not sure of how much he should share. "We had some sort of idea because. . ." He looked up, looking from one boy to another. Both faces were stoney and set. "We think it was a Russian syndicate. They aren't very common and when they do appear they're very sloppy. The Russian's have been gaining power. When Russia became Soviet a great ni=umber of them came over hear and started trying to infringe on our running's. We know that a Russian leader named Braginski was backing the Biaccis before, now we haven't found any reason for him to take their loss so hard, the Biaccis weren't a great source of money and he certainly wouldn't care if a few Italians died, the Russian's don't like us that much but right now they're the only ones I've been able to come up with. Gilbert has been doing some looking into it." He took another drink.

"The Russians?" Feliciano mused. "Aren't they very disorganized?"

"They are but they're brutal and they're getting more organized. Things are straitening out for them."

Lovino sat on the corner of the desk. "This bothers me." He muttered. " What's the point of taking offense at the loss of one small timer?"

"They could be using it as an excuse." Feliciano pointed out.

"That's true. Maybe they wanted to take over and they're using that as an excuse to go ahead. But then why come after us if it wasn't personal?"

"Feliciano's forehead knotted. "What if they think we're more important that we are? What if they think we're potential replacements for Grandpa Marcus?"

Lovino nodded.

Ludwig admired how quickly their simple minds switched to complex matters and how thoroughly and thought out they were. Perhaps they were not the simpletons he had first thought them to be. He also admired how when they spoke to each other it was as though no one else was in the room.

"That's good." Lovino said. "I guess they went after us because they're afraid." He leaned back. "Hmm."

After a long moment Ludwig spoke up. "Those are all brilliant deductions, tell me what you think they will be doing with your Grandfather."

A look of unease passed over both boys faces. "Well, if they're smart they won't kill him." Lovino said. It sounded more like a threat than a statement. "If they do then it'd be all out war."

"Do you think they're that smart?"

Feliciano sighed. "I hope they are but we don't even know who kidnapped him for sure."

They lapsed into a troubled silence. A man popped in with a piece of paper and Ludwig stepped up to speak to him.

In his absence the brothers settled in and the full impact of their situation sank in. Lovino stared out one of the big windows and sighed. He looked to his brother and the two of them locked eyes. "It'll be okay, we'll find him." He said. Feliciano nodded but it wasn't his usual sort of agreement, it was much colder and determined.

"I know we will."

Sort of a cliffhanger, you'll find out what the paper says in the next chapter! Thank you for reading!