A/N It's not nice to blackmail or threaten people.

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Where am I? What happened? Franklin Matthew Hardy wondered opening his eyes and taking in his completely and utterly splendiferous surroundings. He was handcuffed to a pipe in what appeared to be your run of the mill leaky unfinished basement. It had all the appearances of your typical kidnapping, no different then any of the other eight-nine times he had been kidnapped that year, but the one thing Franklin Matthew Hardy failed to realize was that this was not going to be a typical run of the mill kidnapping, it was one that would haunt him years from now if he lived that long that is. Roger H. Hodges was an educated man; cool… calculating not the sort of man you wanted holding you hostage. It is a common misconception that the worst kind of criminal to have kidnap you is an angry impetuous one. The wonderful thing about this type is that they mess up they allow their anger to get the better of them, therefore allowing the captive to get the upper hand. That wonderful opportunity is not commonly presented in the calculating and detached criminals, these are the ones psychologists spend years trying to delve into the minds of, and police and FBI spend years trying to find or pin a crime on. Unfortunately for one Franklin Matthew Hardy, Roger H. Hodges was one such criminal and one Roger H. Hodges was holding one Franklin Matthew Hardy captive. To make matters worse Roger H. Hodges had a special dislike for all things Hardy. Not many people know much about Roger Hodges he is a quiet man, reserved some might say. He has the sort of demeanor that I'm sure many people recognize a demeanor strikingly similar to that of one Fenton Hardy. Fenton Hardy grew up in New York City he attended school there a private boarding school. His family was upper class, he didn't like to flaunt this fact, and Fenton Hardy never thought himself better then anyone else. Upon entrance into his boarding school Fenton Hardy met Roger Hodges the two became fast friends or so it seemed. You see back then there was no Roger Hodges or Fenton Hardy there was however a Roger Siano and Fenton Russo. Both boys were upper class, with families which seemed to be involved in some questionable dealings. Fenton and Roger were kept separate from these dealings sent away to boarding school. Fenton never approved of the actions of his family, Roger didn't either or so it seemed. Roger had one fatal flaw ambition; it was this singular trait that would send their families on a path of deception and betrayal. There were no guarantees of survival and no promises of happiness, a war would begin a war that upon its seemed completion never really ended.

"Why hello, Mr. Hardy." Roger said entering the basement and approaching the youth who lay there. "Comfortable?"

"What do you want?"

"What do I want, Mr. Hardy? That is both a simple and difficult concept, you see your father is a dear old friend of mine, we grew up together, and I've been looking forward to meeting you in person since the day you were conceived."

"…"

"Ah, I see, you're wondering what prompted me to kidnap you, drag you here and handcuff you to a pipe. Well, your family and mine have always had a sort of relationship it goes back generations. Sometimes we were friends sometimes we were not, but never were we enemies, until the one day when your father ruined tat tentative balance our families had struck up. Did I tell you I have a sister?"

"…"

"Ah, no I can tell by your confused look I did not share that fact, well my sister and your father should have wed, uniting the two most powerful families in New York, but your father just couldn't have that now could he? Instead he ran off and married that class lawyer's daughter women Laura Torterella. That single action destroyed what could have been the greatest union of all time. But I intend to rectify this situation."

"How?"

"I'm glad you asked that, Mr. Hardy, as Fenton's first born son you can be considered a viable substitute for him don't you think?"

"…"

"Yes, well my niece Sofia Siano, is most anxious to see you. Wondering why I did not just force your father to divorce Laura and marry my sister? There is a reason for this, the contract mandates that the people entering into the marriage must be untouched, as this is not the case with your father he can hardly be used now can he? Besides my sister died tragically. You my young friend will marry Sofia, and unite to of the most powerful crime families sever to exist the Russo's and the Siano's."

"I'm afraid you're mistaken my last name is Hardy."

"You'd think so wouldn't you? Actually your name is Franklin Matthias Russo, and I will see that the papers are changed back to that before you wed Sofia in Italy."

"I'm not even Italian."

"Yes you are you are one hundred percent Italian, at least when your father decided to forfeit our agreement he kept the bloodlines pure." Roger commented dryly.

"My father is not in the mob."

"Yes, but your family is. Ever wonder why you never see your father's parents? Or his brothers?"

"No." Frank said it was a lie but he didn't need to know that.

"Liar. No matter the point is our families will be joined you will marry Sofia and she will bear an heir to our newly united families."

"As nice as that all sounds I need to be getting home."

"Tsk, tsk. I don't want to have to hurt you Mr. Hardy, but if that becomes necessary to the cause… you will remain alive though, you are to be transformed into a participant in the dealings of your family. We will be heading out to see them within the week." Roger announced.

"And where exactly is 'my family'?" Frank asked sarcastically.

"Currently in Italy dealing with some international affairs we will head out there and you and Sofia will be wed and then you will be taught the proper manners to act in public. Understood?" Roger asked dark eyes boring into his captives as though daring him to defy him.

"Understood." For now. Frank silently added.

"Good." Roger said smiling a fake smile that didn't reach his eyes before turning on his heel and leaving the room.

A/N Dundundun! Review! I dunno it started out as some crappy thing I was gonna write so certain cough Jason and Alisha cough would stop pestering me. BUT THEN MY MUSE STRUCK AND I ACTUAKKY GOT AN IDEA! YAY! REVIEW! PLEASE? Also Jason I expect an update and I expect reviews form both you and Alisha. And everyone else.