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Everett Trattativa
"Now remember boys we're just here to talk, this is your warning. I don't want any of you shooting anything." Everett explained to his gang as they drove to Paul Lizzomes house. Everett Trattativa was tall, muscular with shoulder length black hair pulled into a ponytail, and had impossibly dark green eyes. He was the leader of this group and as such was not to be messed with. His deep English accent made him seem even more intimidating. He wore black dress pants, a white turtle neck sweater, silver toed black shoes and a long black over coat. "Vinny, this is it turn here." He motioned toward a two-story house. "Everyone out." Everett ordered.
Four men got out of the black car wearing similar garb as Everett. Man number one is medium in height with a heavy build. Joey 'the hammer' Canto was the guns of the groups, he supplied the weapons for each trip, his personal favourite being the hammer he was nicknamed for. Next was a short skinny man with a bald head and piercing eyes, whose they didn't know his name so they just called him 'shine'. Man number three is tall, similar build to Everett, but with light brown hair. His name is Jason 'Scout' Owen. Scout collected every detail of every mission. Lastly there's Tony Havoli, the new recruit; Everett was stuck with him this time. He was irritating to no end, and didn't think before he acted. He'll die soon, hopefully.
Everett leaned into the drivers' window. "Wait around the corner for us Vin. This shouldn't take more than 20 minutes." He patted the top of the car as it drove away.
"Alright boys shall we get this over with?" Harry raised an eyebrow, "Hammer don't harm anything unless I say. Lets go" The five walked up to the door, Everett leading the way. Knocking politely on the front door he waited patently. Muffled voices, footsteps then a small boy answered the door timidly. Everett smiled and bent down. "Hello, my name is Everett, is your daddy home?"
The boy looked apprehensively at the other men, then back at Everett.
"Oh don't worry those are just my friends. I just need to talk to your daddy."
The boy opened his mouth but a call from inside the house stopped him, "Eric who is at the door?"
Everett smiled, "Ah, there he is." He picked up Eric and entered the house sending one last warning glare at his team.
The room was plain, a blue sofa, coffee table and an old TV the only things besides the pictures that made the room appear lived-in. Everett cleared his throat. The man sitting on the couch looked up at the boys and stood up quickly. "I.I" Paul stammered as he saw his son in Everetts arms.
Everett smiled, whispered something into the boy's ear then set him down. The boy laughed and ran up the stairs into his room. He motioned Tony to shut the door as he walked around the couch towards Paul. "Paul, you don't have to be scared we're just here to talk. Lovely pictures by the way."
Paul smiled nervously, "Talk, well what do you want to talk about?" he asked, trying to keep the shake out of his voice.
Everetts eyes pierced through the man's soul. "Tsk tsk Paul I thought you'd know. Its just that little matter about the money you owe us."
"I have it, I do but..."
"Oh no, no but Paul you either have the money or you don't. So which is it Paul? Do you have it or don't you?" Everett smiled evilly; he knew Paul had the money, it was just a matter of if he would part with it.
"Everett, Mr. Trattativa, I'll give you the money but I need a week, five days at the least." Paul's eyes were pleading.
"You know Paul I don't like it when people lie to me." Everett chuckled and looked at the boys, "Do you remember what I did to Jelly when he lied to me?" Their faces said it all. Everett looked back at Paul. "Paul we need that money now, so why don't you go get it quickly before I get impatient." Everett motioned Paul to move along and get the money.
Paul raised his hands, "I swear Everett I don't"
In a flash Everett had reached into his coat and pulled out a gun, pointing it at Paul's head. In a deadly low voice he spoke, "Get it now Paul before this gets messy."
Paul backed away so fast he fell to the ground, before scrambling over to a medium size picture and pulling if off the wall to reveal a safe. He opened it hastily and grabbed the money. "Here this is all of it." He tossed the pack to Everett.
Everett side stepped it and let it fall to the floor. Shine picked it up and quickly counted it. A swift nod confirmed the amount and Everett smiled at Paul. "Now was that so hard? No I didn't think so." Everett turned to the door, "We're done here boys." They started heading back out, but Everett paused, "Cute kid you've got there Paul." And with that, he left.
When they were safely back in the car Hammer spoke up, "Hey what was that all about, I thought you said no guns."
"No Hammer I said no shooting or hurting anything. Besides." Everett smiled, "My gun wasn't loaded." Shocked faces added to the reaction. "It was just a scare tactic. You know, to give him a little push in the right direction."
The boys laughed and the rest of the guys talked freely until they reached the Manor. "You've done a good job tonight boys, go on home where you belong."
They said their good byes as Everett headed up to the Manor to see the Boss. Entering the huge house was comforting to Everett. This was his home away from home, "Everett?" He turned to see his best friend standing behind him.
"Hey Sally," Salvador Greferto, Sally, was slightly shorter than he with short black hair and large black eyes, "I didn't think you'd be here, done already with Penny?"
"Ah," he waved his hand, "He tried to pull a fast one on us so one thing lead to another and he had to go." Sally shrugged. "What could I do?" he smiled, "everything go alright with you. Heard you go stuck with the Newbie."
Everett rolled his eyes. "Hopefully he'll learn someday, but I got our payment from Paul no troubles."
"Have you seen the Boss yet?" Sally inquired.
Everett raised his bag, "I was just on my way there, then I'm going to stay the night. What 'bout you?"
"I just finished but I'm heading out, wouldn't want to worry Elise would I?"
"Of course not." Everett said sarcastically, "Don't forget Friday we're meeting at The Olive for drinks."
"How could I forget? I'd better go, I'll see you later."
Everett turned and headed towards the Boss's office, knocking on the thick cherry door. "Come in." Everett opened the door, the back of a high back chair greeting him. In a silky voice Everett began, "I've got Paul Lizzomes' money. There weren't any altercations."
The chair turned to reveal a woman in her mid 50's, grey just starting to show among her hair. "Everett, I can always count on you. Now come over here and give me a hug." The woman stood and hugged Everett.
"Every time I see you, you get even more beautiful."
She slapped his arm playfully, "Flattery will get you nowhere, but sit down anyway." Everett sat down in the chair she indicated. "So you got the money, good. Bruno!" A very large man came quietly, and took the money. "I never get to see you anymore Everett, how are your clubs doing?"
"Very well actually, I'm going to open a new one in a week in London called the Black Swan." The boss raised her eyebrows and Everett knew what she was thinking. "Julia," He caught her full attention with his voice, heavy with threat. "This one is clean, strictly business. I don't 'want the 'family' doing anything with this one."
Julia raised her hands defensively. "Of course Everett, don't worry the family won't touch this one."
"Thank you. I was thinking of staying here tonight in my old quarters, is that alright?"
"Perfectly fine Everett, I just hope you remember when breakfast is served."
"How could I forget?" Everett stood gave Julia a quick kiss on both cheeks and retired to his rooms. 'Ah the memories' he thought as he entered the familiar room.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Breakfast was served at exactly 9 am everyday. When Everett walked onto the back patio he was immediately surrounded with noise. Everyone was already there, some kids playing on the lawn while their parents chatted happily. Julia was the first to see Everett, and she beckoned him over to her. "Everett, how was your night?" She asked eyeing his clothing.
Everett was wearing a light green loose shirt and baggy tan pants with flip- flops. He sat down and smiled. "Wonderful Julia, best I've had in days."
Julia frowned slightly and patted his arm. "Are you still having those nightmares?"
Everett sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Sometimes it seems like they're getting better, but then one night I'll have one and it will last for days, then I'll be fine again." Everett looked up, forcing a smile. "But lets not focus on the negative, tell me, how did you find this Tony kid?"
"Ugh, I wish I'd never met him, one of the Castellos brought him in. Oh look." Julia laughed. "Poor Giotto, he's being bombarded by Tony. Why don't you go save him?"
Everett nodded and excused himself from the table. He headed over to Giotto and bent down between him and Tony. "Sorry Tony, I need to speak to Otto for a sec."
Tony started to protest but was stopped by Giotto. "Oh, no problem. I'll see you around Tony."
Everett and Otto left the table and walked toward the gardens. "I owe you one Ev, it seems our new friend just doesn't get it yet, or get anything for that matter." Giotto laughed.
"Yes, I had him with me last night. Actually, Otto there is something I have been meaning to tell you. Now I know you don't get along with your brother ever since he left, but I contacted him about my new club." Everett noticed Otto visibly stiffen, "He's the only one I trust to run the Black Swan when I'm not in London. Leroy and I have a meeting set up for Sunday, I just thought I'd tell you before I leave on Saturday."
"Ev, you know that Leroy isn't really part of the family. When he left he finished with all that, we all swore not to touch him."
"That's why I called him, the Black Swan is going to be completely clean, I used money from my private stores to buy everything. I've already talked to Julia about this."
"Well I'm glad you came to talk to me about it, I'll tell the other Godfathers no one is to plan anything with Leroy or the Black Swan." The Godfathers were a group of four of the oldest men of the family. They acted as counsel for the Boss and usually only took part in the big jobs. Only three of the godfathers really liked Everett, one was Godfather Giotto; two was Godfather Talib, and lastly was Godfather Shawn. Godfather Maurice always seemed wary around Everett, like there was something he knew about Everett that no one else did.
"Thank you Otto, now I really must get back to the office." They shook hands.
"Always the worker, Everett." Everett shrugged then left the Manor.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Everett's office was located on the 32nd floor of the Everett Trattativa Clubs building, on 5th street. He has a view of Central Park and the city lights. Everett Trattativa is a well-known club owner, as he has clubs all over the East Coast and now one in England. Three years ago he opened his first club, the Checker. The Checker has the best dancing, music and beverages in all of NY. Then came the Silver Moon, Neptune, The Olive, Diamond Rio, and many more. His latest project was the Black Swan, half managed by Leroy Montua, located in London, England. This was his baby, his greatest club so far and all the way across the pond. Everett's clubs were all very clean, elegant and all striper free. Everett didn't like the idea of have a bunch of horny old men goggling over naked women, so no strippers ever set foot in his clubs.
Everett changed into a black dress shirt, his usual black pants, socks, and shoes and a dark blue tie. His hair was tied back with a single dark blue ribbon. He was just getting into some final plans for the Black Swan when the telephone rang. "Trattativa." He answered.
"Listen, we've just had police activity at the warehouse. I think Tony tipped them off."
Everett fumed. "Alright I want you to call your boys and tell them to get the cars out of there anyway they can. I'll handle the police."
"No problem E."
Everett started his calls. "Scout?"
"Yeah what's up?"
"We've got problems with warehouse 17, cops are coming I need to know how many there are."
"Well. there's only two cars heading up 49 they'll be there in about a half hour."
"Okay I'll call you in 5, keep watching them."
"Sure Everett."
Second call. "Hey Hammer, we've got 2 police cars coming up 49, they're going to warehouse 17. We're going to need three bugs, a couple of singers and whatever else that you think we'll need. No large items, these all have to be hidden. Okay? Meet me at 17 as fast as you can but don't use the highways."
"Alright I shouldn't be too long."
Last call. Everett was pinching the bridge of his nose, a nervous habit he could never break. A receptionist answered this call. "Hello Pauline, I need to speak with Sally this is an emergency."
"Right away Mr. Trattativa."
"Thanks. Sally? Good, listen two cops are headed toward warehouse 17. They're coming from 49, can you meet me there as soon as you can?"
"Sure Everett I can be there in 15. See ya then." He hung up, and started making check-ups.
"Scout, anything new?"
"No, but there's a jam on 49 so it gives us a bit more time but not much."
"Okay call my cell if anything comes up." Everett grabbed his long black jacket, told his secretary he was going out and went to his car. Ten minutes later, he arrived at Warehouse 17. The last of the cars were just leaving when he arrived. Signaling them off Everett walked into the building.
Everett started putting up drawing of his old clubs on the walls, and rolling out blue prints onto tables. Five minutes later everything looked like a drawing room to adjust club plans. Sally entered and look around. "How much time do we have?"
"About 10-15 minutes tops, Hammer is coming with equipment, we've been through this before. You and I are supposed to be discussing plans for a new club. The police will come, Hammer my faithful bodyguard will answer the door while we're talking, and it will seem as if this is our 'secret' drawing room. If anything happens I told Hammer to bring three bugs, so we'll be covered. Simple enough right?"
"Yeah, yeah I get it. Where did Vinny take the cars?"
"I don't know yet, but he's reliable and in a couple days he can bring them back."
Just then, Hammer entered with a bag full of equipment. "Oh good Hammer, load us up." As Hammer strapped one bug to each person, he also put a knife on their leg, bulletproof vests, gave them extra bullets and an extra safety gun. Just as he finished, Everett's cell rang. "Scout?"
"They are approaching, you have two minutes. Good luck."
"Alright guys you know what to do. Hammer you wait buy the door. Sally, you should be across the table from me like we're really discussing this plan. Everyone ready? Okay, lets get this party started."
Sally raised an eyebrow at him, and they were on. "No really Everett, I think this should be ever here and the bar should be here."
"That's all wrong Sally, then when the people enter-" Hammering on the door interrupted them.
"Police open up!"
Hammer opened the door and let the police enter. Everett put on a shocked face, "What's this about gentlemen?"
"Sirs please put your hands up and-" the first officer started to ask.
"Wait." A man with blond hair and blue eyes came forward, "Mr. Trattativa?"
"Officer James, I was wondering when you were going to recognize me. What are you here for?"
"Actually I was wondering the same about you. We go tipped off that those imported cars were going to be here but."
Everett faked a chuckle. "Well James you have my permission to search for those cars, but I really don't think you'll find anything here. As you can see we're not hiding them under the table."
James laughed too. "Sorry to bother you Mr. Trattativa, still for my own curiosity what are you doing here?"
"This," Everett said, motioning around the room, "is my secret planning room, but now it's not so secret is it?"
"Oh are you going to build another club, what is it?"
Everett wagged his finger. "No, this one's going to be Top secret. You'll find out with the rest of New York."
James laughed again and the two men shook hands. "Sorry to bother you guys."
"I'm just glad we straightened this all out."
The policemen left and Sally sighed. "Well that went well. How do you know that officer?"
"I met him a year ago, when he got married. They had their reception at the Silver Moon." Everett looked at his friends. "Thanks for coming guys, oh and sally we're going to have to have drinks another time, I'm meeting Leroy on Saturday instead of Sunday so I'm leaving on Friday. Sorry."
Sally shrugged. "That's alright Everett, we'll just do it another time." Everyone went to their separate vehicles, and left.
Everett returned home that night with all the documents that Leroy needed and started to pack. He was a little apprehensive about going back to England. Hopefully he'd be able to get in and out without meeting any 'old acquaintances.' That night Everett fell asleep looking at a gold ring on his finger, which was shaped like a snake and had emerald eyes.
*~*~ Saturday, England, Black Swan ~*~*
Their meeting was scheduled for 11:30 on Saturday morning. Everett was wearing a dark green sweater with black pants and shoes, and his hair was tied back with a green ribbon. It was only 11:25 and Everett was looking around at his creation. Everything was done in black or similar dark colors, except for a white swan on the middle of the floor. The new bar had black marbleized counter tops and chrome bar seats with black velvet cushions. It was beautiful. At 11:27 Everett's guest arrived with two unexpected friends.
Everett walked up to Leroy giving him a hug like an old friend would do. "It's great seeing you again Leroy."
"You too Everett, shall we sit?" Leroy motioned towards a table.
"Who are your friends Leroy?" Everett whispered in his ear.
"Don't worry Everett these are colleges of mine, from where I work now. Perfectly legitimate, they aren't with the family." Everett just nodded. "Oh how rude of me, this is Everett Trattativa, Everett these are two of my colleagues, " Leroy stepped aside to reveal two men. One was tall with black hair about the same length as Everett's, coal black eyes and pale skin. He was wearing all black. The other was slightly shorter with platinum blond hair, pale skin and silver-blue eyes. He was wearing a light grey sweater with black pants. It was Severus Snape and Draco Malfoy.
Everett's mind went crazy. 'HOLY SHIT!' It screamed, but Everett kept his composure and shook both of their hands. They wouldn't recognize him; he had covered his scar every morning and had darkened his eyes drastically. No, they shouldn't recognize him.
End chap 2. A/N alright I was hesitant to put this up, I'm not sure if I rushed this but feed back would help tremendously, if you don't understand anything I'll try and help you get it.
Quick re-cap. Harry Potter changed his name to Everett Trattativa, he's a big Mafia leader and own lots of Clubs, he just met up with an old Mafia member, and friend. With him, Leroy brought Severus Snape and Draco Malfoy, and said that they were colleges. So that means Leroy is a wizard! Dun dun dun
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Everett Trattativa
"Now remember boys we're just here to talk, this is your warning. I don't want any of you shooting anything." Everett explained to his gang as they drove to Paul Lizzomes house. Everett Trattativa was tall, muscular with shoulder length black hair pulled into a ponytail, and had impossibly dark green eyes. He was the leader of this group and as such was not to be messed with. His deep English accent made him seem even more intimidating. He wore black dress pants, a white turtle neck sweater, silver toed black shoes and a long black over coat. "Vinny, this is it turn here." He motioned toward a two-story house. "Everyone out." Everett ordered.
Four men got out of the black car wearing similar garb as Everett. Man number one is medium in height with a heavy build. Joey 'the hammer' Canto was the guns of the groups, he supplied the weapons for each trip, his personal favourite being the hammer he was nicknamed for. Next was a short skinny man with a bald head and piercing eyes, whose they didn't know his name so they just called him 'shine'. Man number three is tall, similar build to Everett, but with light brown hair. His name is Jason 'Scout' Owen. Scout collected every detail of every mission. Lastly there's Tony Havoli, the new recruit; Everett was stuck with him this time. He was irritating to no end, and didn't think before he acted. He'll die soon, hopefully.
Everett leaned into the drivers' window. "Wait around the corner for us Vin. This shouldn't take more than 20 minutes." He patted the top of the car as it drove away.
"Alright boys shall we get this over with?" Harry raised an eyebrow, "Hammer don't harm anything unless I say. Lets go" The five walked up to the door, Everett leading the way. Knocking politely on the front door he waited patently. Muffled voices, footsteps then a small boy answered the door timidly. Everett smiled and bent down. "Hello, my name is Everett, is your daddy home?"
The boy looked apprehensively at the other men, then back at Everett.
"Oh don't worry those are just my friends. I just need to talk to your daddy."
The boy opened his mouth but a call from inside the house stopped him, "Eric who is at the door?"
Everett smiled, "Ah, there he is." He picked up Eric and entered the house sending one last warning glare at his team.
The room was plain, a blue sofa, coffee table and an old TV the only things besides the pictures that made the room appear lived-in. Everett cleared his throat. The man sitting on the couch looked up at the boys and stood up quickly. "I.I" Paul stammered as he saw his son in Everetts arms.
Everett smiled, whispered something into the boy's ear then set him down. The boy laughed and ran up the stairs into his room. He motioned Tony to shut the door as he walked around the couch towards Paul. "Paul, you don't have to be scared we're just here to talk. Lovely pictures by the way."
Paul smiled nervously, "Talk, well what do you want to talk about?" he asked, trying to keep the shake out of his voice.
Everetts eyes pierced through the man's soul. "Tsk tsk Paul I thought you'd know. Its just that little matter about the money you owe us."
"I have it, I do but..."
"Oh no, no but Paul you either have the money or you don't. So which is it Paul? Do you have it or don't you?" Everett smiled evilly; he knew Paul had the money, it was just a matter of if he would part with it.
"Everett, Mr. Trattativa, I'll give you the money but I need a week, five days at the least." Paul's eyes were pleading.
"You know Paul I don't like it when people lie to me." Everett chuckled and looked at the boys, "Do you remember what I did to Jelly when he lied to me?" Their faces said it all. Everett looked back at Paul. "Paul we need that money now, so why don't you go get it quickly before I get impatient." Everett motioned Paul to move along and get the money.
Paul raised his hands, "I swear Everett I don't"
In a flash Everett had reached into his coat and pulled out a gun, pointing it at Paul's head. In a deadly low voice he spoke, "Get it now Paul before this gets messy."
Paul backed away so fast he fell to the ground, before scrambling over to a medium size picture and pulling if off the wall to reveal a safe. He opened it hastily and grabbed the money. "Here this is all of it." He tossed the pack to Everett.
Everett side stepped it and let it fall to the floor. Shine picked it up and quickly counted it. A swift nod confirmed the amount and Everett smiled at Paul. "Now was that so hard? No I didn't think so." Everett turned to the door, "We're done here boys." They started heading back out, but Everett paused, "Cute kid you've got there Paul." And with that, he left.
When they were safely back in the car Hammer spoke up, "Hey what was that all about, I thought you said no guns."
"No Hammer I said no shooting or hurting anything. Besides." Everett smiled, "My gun wasn't loaded." Shocked faces added to the reaction. "It was just a scare tactic. You know, to give him a little push in the right direction."
The boys laughed and the rest of the guys talked freely until they reached the Manor. "You've done a good job tonight boys, go on home where you belong."
They said their good byes as Everett headed up to the Manor to see the Boss. Entering the huge house was comforting to Everett. This was his home away from home, "Everett?" He turned to see his best friend standing behind him.
"Hey Sally," Salvador Greferto, Sally, was slightly shorter than he with short black hair and large black eyes, "I didn't think you'd be here, done already with Penny?"
"Ah," he waved his hand, "He tried to pull a fast one on us so one thing lead to another and he had to go." Sally shrugged. "What could I do?" he smiled, "everything go alright with you. Heard you go stuck with the Newbie."
Everett rolled his eyes. "Hopefully he'll learn someday, but I got our payment from Paul no troubles."
"Have you seen the Boss yet?" Sally inquired.
Everett raised his bag, "I was just on my way there, then I'm going to stay the night. What 'bout you?"
"I just finished but I'm heading out, wouldn't want to worry Elise would I?"
"Of course not." Everett said sarcastically, "Don't forget Friday we're meeting at The Olive for drinks."
"How could I forget? I'd better go, I'll see you later."
Everett turned and headed towards the Boss's office, knocking on the thick cherry door. "Come in." Everett opened the door, the back of a high back chair greeting him. In a silky voice Everett began, "I've got Paul Lizzomes' money. There weren't any altercations."
The chair turned to reveal a woman in her mid 50's, grey just starting to show among her hair. "Everett, I can always count on you. Now come over here and give me a hug." The woman stood and hugged Everett.
"Every time I see you, you get even more beautiful."
She slapped his arm playfully, "Flattery will get you nowhere, but sit down anyway." Everett sat down in the chair she indicated. "So you got the money, good. Bruno!" A very large man came quietly, and took the money. "I never get to see you anymore Everett, how are your clubs doing?"
"Very well actually, I'm going to open a new one in a week in London called the Black Swan." The boss raised her eyebrows and Everett knew what she was thinking. "Julia," He caught her full attention with his voice, heavy with threat. "This one is clean, strictly business. I don't 'want the 'family' doing anything with this one."
Julia raised her hands defensively. "Of course Everett, don't worry the family won't touch this one."
"Thank you. I was thinking of staying here tonight in my old quarters, is that alright?"
"Perfectly fine Everett, I just hope you remember when breakfast is served."
"How could I forget?" Everett stood gave Julia a quick kiss on both cheeks and retired to his rooms. 'Ah the memories' he thought as he entered the familiar room.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Breakfast was served at exactly 9 am everyday. When Everett walked onto the back patio he was immediately surrounded with noise. Everyone was already there, some kids playing on the lawn while their parents chatted happily. Julia was the first to see Everett, and she beckoned him over to her. "Everett, how was your night?" She asked eyeing his clothing.
Everett was wearing a light green loose shirt and baggy tan pants with flip- flops. He sat down and smiled. "Wonderful Julia, best I've had in days."
Julia frowned slightly and patted his arm. "Are you still having those nightmares?"
Everett sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Sometimes it seems like they're getting better, but then one night I'll have one and it will last for days, then I'll be fine again." Everett looked up, forcing a smile. "But lets not focus on the negative, tell me, how did you find this Tony kid?"
"Ugh, I wish I'd never met him, one of the Castellos brought him in. Oh look." Julia laughed. "Poor Giotto, he's being bombarded by Tony. Why don't you go save him?"
Everett nodded and excused himself from the table. He headed over to Giotto and bent down between him and Tony. "Sorry Tony, I need to speak to Otto for a sec."
Tony started to protest but was stopped by Giotto. "Oh, no problem. I'll see you around Tony."
Everett and Otto left the table and walked toward the gardens. "I owe you one Ev, it seems our new friend just doesn't get it yet, or get anything for that matter." Giotto laughed.
"Yes, I had him with me last night. Actually, Otto there is something I have been meaning to tell you. Now I know you don't get along with your brother ever since he left, but I contacted him about my new club." Everett noticed Otto visibly stiffen, "He's the only one I trust to run the Black Swan when I'm not in London. Leroy and I have a meeting set up for Sunday, I just thought I'd tell you before I leave on Saturday."
"Ev, you know that Leroy isn't really part of the family. When he left he finished with all that, we all swore not to touch him."
"That's why I called him, the Black Swan is going to be completely clean, I used money from my private stores to buy everything. I've already talked to Julia about this."
"Well I'm glad you came to talk to me about it, I'll tell the other Godfathers no one is to plan anything with Leroy or the Black Swan." The Godfathers were a group of four of the oldest men of the family. They acted as counsel for the Boss and usually only took part in the big jobs. Only three of the godfathers really liked Everett, one was Godfather Giotto; two was Godfather Talib, and lastly was Godfather Shawn. Godfather Maurice always seemed wary around Everett, like there was something he knew about Everett that no one else did.
"Thank you Otto, now I really must get back to the office." They shook hands.
"Always the worker, Everett." Everett shrugged then left the Manor.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Everett's office was located on the 32nd floor of the Everett Trattativa Clubs building, on 5th street. He has a view of Central Park and the city lights. Everett Trattativa is a well-known club owner, as he has clubs all over the East Coast and now one in England. Three years ago he opened his first club, the Checker. The Checker has the best dancing, music and beverages in all of NY. Then came the Silver Moon, Neptune, The Olive, Diamond Rio, and many more. His latest project was the Black Swan, half managed by Leroy Montua, located in London, England. This was his baby, his greatest club so far and all the way across the pond. Everett's clubs were all very clean, elegant and all striper free. Everett didn't like the idea of have a bunch of horny old men goggling over naked women, so no strippers ever set foot in his clubs.
Everett changed into a black dress shirt, his usual black pants, socks, and shoes and a dark blue tie. His hair was tied back with a single dark blue ribbon. He was just getting into some final plans for the Black Swan when the telephone rang. "Trattativa." He answered.
"Listen, we've just had police activity at the warehouse. I think Tony tipped them off."
Everett fumed. "Alright I want you to call your boys and tell them to get the cars out of there anyway they can. I'll handle the police."
"No problem E."
Everett started his calls. "Scout?"
"Yeah what's up?"
"We've got problems with warehouse 17, cops are coming I need to know how many there are."
"Well. there's only two cars heading up 49 they'll be there in about a half hour."
"Okay I'll call you in 5, keep watching them."
"Sure Everett."
Second call. "Hey Hammer, we've got 2 police cars coming up 49, they're going to warehouse 17. We're going to need three bugs, a couple of singers and whatever else that you think we'll need. No large items, these all have to be hidden. Okay? Meet me at 17 as fast as you can but don't use the highways."
"Alright I shouldn't be too long."
Last call. Everett was pinching the bridge of his nose, a nervous habit he could never break. A receptionist answered this call. "Hello Pauline, I need to speak with Sally this is an emergency."
"Right away Mr. Trattativa."
"Thanks. Sally? Good, listen two cops are headed toward warehouse 17. They're coming from 49, can you meet me there as soon as you can?"
"Sure Everett I can be there in 15. See ya then." He hung up, and started making check-ups.
"Scout, anything new?"
"No, but there's a jam on 49 so it gives us a bit more time but not much."
"Okay call my cell if anything comes up." Everett grabbed his long black jacket, told his secretary he was going out and went to his car. Ten minutes later, he arrived at Warehouse 17. The last of the cars were just leaving when he arrived. Signaling them off Everett walked into the building.
Everett started putting up drawing of his old clubs on the walls, and rolling out blue prints onto tables. Five minutes later everything looked like a drawing room to adjust club plans. Sally entered and look around. "How much time do we have?"
"About 10-15 minutes tops, Hammer is coming with equipment, we've been through this before. You and I are supposed to be discussing plans for a new club. The police will come, Hammer my faithful bodyguard will answer the door while we're talking, and it will seem as if this is our 'secret' drawing room. If anything happens I told Hammer to bring three bugs, so we'll be covered. Simple enough right?"
"Yeah, yeah I get it. Where did Vinny take the cars?"
"I don't know yet, but he's reliable and in a couple days he can bring them back."
Just then, Hammer entered with a bag full of equipment. "Oh good Hammer, load us up." As Hammer strapped one bug to each person, he also put a knife on their leg, bulletproof vests, gave them extra bullets and an extra safety gun. Just as he finished, Everett's cell rang. "Scout?"
"They are approaching, you have two minutes. Good luck."
"Alright guys you know what to do. Hammer you wait buy the door. Sally, you should be across the table from me like we're really discussing this plan. Everyone ready? Okay, lets get this party started."
Sally raised an eyebrow at him, and they were on. "No really Everett, I think this should be ever here and the bar should be here."
"That's all wrong Sally, then when the people enter-" Hammering on the door interrupted them.
"Police open up!"
Hammer opened the door and let the police enter. Everett put on a shocked face, "What's this about gentlemen?"
"Sirs please put your hands up and-" the first officer started to ask.
"Wait." A man with blond hair and blue eyes came forward, "Mr. Trattativa?"
"Officer James, I was wondering when you were going to recognize me. What are you here for?"
"Actually I was wondering the same about you. We go tipped off that those imported cars were going to be here but."
Everett faked a chuckle. "Well James you have my permission to search for those cars, but I really don't think you'll find anything here. As you can see we're not hiding them under the table."
James laughed too. "Sorry to bother you Mr. Trattativa, still for my own curiosity what are you doing here?"
"This," Everett said, motioning around the room, "is my secret planning room, but now it's not so secret is it?"
"Oh are you going to build another club, what is it?"
Everett wagged his finger. "No, this one's going to be Top secret. You'll find out with the rest of New York."
James laughed again and the two men shook hands. "Sorry to bother you guys."
"I'm just glad we straightened this all out."
The policemen left and Sally sighed. "Well that went well. How do you know that officer?"
"I met him a year ago, when he got married. They had their reception at the Silver Moon." Everett looked at his friends. "Thanks for coming guys, oh and sally we're going to have to have drinks another time, I'm meeting Leroy on Saturday instead of Sunday so I'm leaving on Friday. Sorry."
Sally shrugged. "That's alright Everett, we'll just do it another time." Everyone went to their separate vehicles, and left.
Everett returned home that night with all the documents that Leroy needed and started to pack. He was a little apprehensive about going back to England. Hopefully he'd be able to get in and out without meeting any 'old acquaintances.' That night Everett fell asleep looking at a gold ring on his finger, which was shaped like a snake and had emerald eyes.
*~*~ Saturday, England, Black Swan ~*~*
Their meeting was scheduled for 11:30 on Saturday morning. Everett was wearing a dark green sweater with black pants and shoes, and his hair was tied back with a green ribbon. It was only 11:25 and Everett was looking around at his creation. Everything was done in black or similar dark colors, except for a white swan on the middle of the floor. The new bar had black marbleized counter tops and chrome bar seats with black velvet cushions. It was beautiful. At 11:27 Everett's guest arrived with two unexpected friends.
Everett walked up to Leroy giving him a hug like an old friend would do. "It's great seeing you again Leroy."
"You too Everett, shall we sit?" Leroy motioned towards a table.
"Who are your friends Leroy?" Everett whispered in his ear.
"Don't worry Everett these are colleges of mine, from where I work now. Perfectly legitimate, they aren't with the family." Everett just nodded. "Oh how rude of me, this is Everett Trattativa, Everett these are two of my colleagues, " Leroy stepped aside to reveal two men. One was tall with black hair about the same length as Everett's, coal black eyes and pale skin. He was wearing all black. The other was slightly shorter with platinum blond hair, pale skin and silver-blue eyes. He was wearing a light grey sweater with black pants. It was Severus Snape and Draco Malfoy.
Everett's mind went crazy. 'HOLY SHIT!' It screamed, but Everett kept his composure and shook both of their hands. They wouldn't recognize him; he had covered his scar every morning and had darkened his eyes drastically. No, they shouldn't recognize him.
End chap 2. A/N alright I was hesitant to put this up, I'm not sure if I rushed this but feed back would help tremendously, if you don't understand anything I'll try and help you get it.
Quick re-cap. Harry Potter changed his name to Everett Trattativa, he's a big Mafia leader and own lots of Clubs, he just met up with an old Mafia member, and friend. With him, Leroy brought Severus Snape and Draco Malfoy, and said that they were colleges. So that means Leroy is a wizard! Dun dun dun
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