So, Here's chapter 10! Sorry it took so long. I been real busy. I hope you all like this chapter, please enjoy and I'll work on getting them out faster. Dunno how it'll go i got finals this week and next but i'll do my best! Enjoy!:)

Ludwig popped bock into the room, his face white. "Braginski took credit for it. Both your grandfather's disappearance and the attack on you home." He handed over the piece of paper. "He wants a meeting with you."

Lovino scowled. "And why the hell should I meet with this guy?"

"Because he threatens to kill Marcus if you don't. Look, why don't you go together and I'll send Gilbert with you."

"When does he want to meet?" Feliciano asked.

"In three days. I expect him to contact us again before that though."

Lovino watched his brother for a minute and sighed. "I'll meet him but I won't give in to him. I want my grandfather back and that's all."

"It may not be that easy. We still don't know why he kidnapped Marcus. He may want power, or money, there are a myriad of options."

"We'll deal with it." The brothers turned back to talk to each other and again, Ludwig had the strong feeling he was being shut out. He didn't know whether to take offense or admire it. They had their heads bent with the utmost secrecy.

Finally Feliciano looked up. "Arrange a meeting place, some where public, I won't meet him in private. Oh, and check with the proprietor at the club Grandpa was at. It's a little weird that he didn't notice those men come in or leave."

Ludwig was impressed. "Of coarse. I'll send Gilbert over there."

"If that's all, I'm going to take a nap." Lovino yawned.

Feliciano stayed up with Ludwig. "You know, we appreciate this, even if we aren't good at showing it." He said. "You helped us a lot by bringing us here and I'm really thankful that you aren't keeping us out of the loop."

Ludwig studied him. He was so much less aggressive than his brother. He was thankful for that. He had a feeling, that in the long run, Lovino's temper would bring trouble. "You're welcome. In one day, you've lived up to your grandfather's reputation very well. You have a real knack for this sort of thing."

Feliciano laughed. "What, being a gangster?"

"I wasn't going to use such crude terms. . ."

"It's okay, I know what you're saying. Lovi and I work really well under stress."

"That's admirable."

At that Feliciano collapsed in his seat. "AHHH!" He cried. "What a mess!"

Ludwig raised an eyebrow. "Really well?" He asked.

Feliciano smiled. "For a while, at least."

There was peace and then Ludwig got up. "I'll go get you some water. Would you like some lunch?"

"No, I'm fine."

Ludwig left him in peace and went to find his brother.

Gilbert was in a side parlor talking to the blond policeman Mathew Williams, the family's pet. Williams was grudgingly on the family payroll. He didn't have to do anything bad, just look the other way occasionally. Contrary to popular belief, Marcus had a great respect for the police. He knew they had a tough job to do and if they ever interfered then they were just doing that job. He had a strict no retaliation policy with the police.

Ludwig waited for his brother to finish dealing out the money and sent the poor bumbling cop on his way. "How goes it?" He asked his brother in German.

Ludwig smiled. "Our little Dons came to the conclusion that the club owner might be helping Braginski and they want someone to go and check it out. I thought strong arming was a good job for you. Who do you wanna take with you?"

Gilbert lounged in one of the huge, rich leather chairs. "I"ll go by myself. This shouldn't be too tough a job."

"Take Eldelstein, I don't want you going alone."

"I hate that guy! He's boringer than you!"

"Be nice. He's not actually that bad of a guy if you got to know him."

"I don't wanna get to know him, anyway he'd be less boring to you, you're both those attorney types, I'm not and he always uses big words no one else uses to try and piss me off."

Ludwig laughed. "Deal with it for me?"

"Oh, fine but I can promise I won't deck him."

"That's more than I could have ever hoped for."

"Hehe." Gilbert stretched and got up. "I'll go now. Call up that bastard to meet me at the gate."

Ludwig sent a man named Leo to go and fetch Edelstein and watched his brother go, shaking his head.

At the club Gilbert and Roderich ordered drinks and sat at the bar. "Hey, can we talk to Sal?" Gilbert asked. "It's got to do with buisiness."

The bartender went and got the owner, Sal. "Hey boys." He said. "I never figured to see you two together." He joked, laughing.

Gilbert thought his laugh was too tight. Too forced. "How ya doin', Sal? Buisiness been good?"

"Eh, you know. Good as can be what with the dam cops pushing down my door two weeks ago, but you know all about that."

"Yeah, we straitened it out for you." He noticed a guilty flicker in Sal's eye.

"Shame about the boss. Do you have any information?"

"Yeah, Russians. You know any Russians bee active around here?"

Sal shook his head. "No, not that I can think of. Should I?"

"You might, I wouldn't know. How about you tell us if any come calling. Specially by the name of Braginski. That name sound familiar to you?"

Sal began to sweat. "Uh, no not really."

"Shame, we coulda really used some help." Gilbert played with his drink. He had the laughable thought that in a another life he might have made a decent detective. "How about the old man, huh? Real shame. You know this place might dry up for a while if we don't find him. I hope that doesn't upset business too much."

Sal blinked. "Really?"

"Yeah, we're thinkin' of putting a pause on all family business until he's found." It was a lie but what did Sal know?

Gilbert prided himself on how quickly he had reduced the man to a nervous wreck. "Last chance, Sal. Have you heard anything about Russians in the area?"

Sal fumbled with a glass. "I told you I haven't. Why would I lie?"

"I dunno, why would you?" Gilbert reached across the counter and grabbed Sal's shirt front. He got right in his face and hissed. "We know you helped the Russians that night. They came in through the front and left through the back. They knew which room the old man was in and nobody knew that but us and you."

Sal struggled. "Ya don't understand! They threatened me!"

"You could have come to us. We would have dealt with it!"

"I didn't think!"

"Damn right you didn't! Tell me what you know about Braginski." He let Sal go and the man fell back against the wall behind the bar.

"H-he and a couple of his people came in and said they'd cause me a lot of trouble if I didn't help them. They wanted to know where the Don was but I thought they only wanted to talk to him. I didn't know they were going to kidnap him."

Gilbert crossed his arms. "Bad choice. However, you're safe until we get the Don back. But we're cutting you off. No more liquor, no more protection. You're out." He grabbed his coat and swung out the door, taking his glass with him. Edelstein followed in his wake.

"That was rather well executed." Edelstein said.

"Shut yer trap. I have my moments."

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