Mariucci's Suite
"I want you to send a message to Mrs. Livingstone. Tell her that she is running out. I want you to let her know that instead of riding around town with Morgan that she should be looking for the information to help save her life."
"Alright, boss. How do you want this message sent?"
Christopher Mariucci was a family man and knew himself, what a parent would do for their children. "I want you to send the young mother... pictures. Get pictures of her kids at the park, getting out of the car, doing anything. Especially the girl, we want her to know that if we don't get what we want it's not just her in trouble."
"Boss are you sure about that? You know she will go straight to Morgan and Corinthos."
"Yes she will and Mr. Morgan will fall right into my trap. He will lose his mind either trying to protect them or trying to come after me. Corinthos can't come after me because of this. This has nothing to do with him; so if he tries, if he does anything, then I will just have to retaliate… hard. But they won't, at least if Sonny is smart. I haven't provoked them; not yet anyway."
"Are you sure you want to bring the kids into?"
"Are you the head of this organization, or am I?"
"You are, sir."
"I'm glad you remember that. Now MOVE!" Mariucci yelled and watched the men scatter.
Mariucci sat at his desk in the suite and thought about Daniel Livingstone and why he had possibly thought he could handle the life. 'Stupid man, why risk it? You had it all, beautiful wife, two mistresses beautiful kids. What a waste. Now you've lost it all. Greed is the deadliest sin of all.'
Mariucci picked up the file on Keesha Ward Livingstone and took a long hard look. "I'm sorry I have to do this to you. But you are a means to an end. Hopefully Corinthos and Morgan won't be stupid and I won't have to kill you." Mariucci said to the empty room.
He picked up the phone and dialed his wife. "Hello love, I miss you so much…"