A/N Sorry about the wait, I had finals. Anyways thanks for reviewing people, I hope you like the chapter. Thanks to TSR, for editing it because there really were a lot of errors in this chapter. Idk. Maybe I was asleep when I wrote it. I probably wrote it in the morning or something. Lol.

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Joe had a really bad feeling about this. It just all tied up too nicely, finding Frank, going to Italy, and getting him back, just like that. The anxiousness gnawed at his gut as they got into the rental car in Florence. He'd been pushing away the steadily growing sensation that something bad was going to happen ever since he hung up with Frank.

Fenton glanced at his younger son out of the corner of his eye when they got into the rental car that he had ordered to be waiting for them. As he watched his son fidget in the passenger seat, he couldn't help but wonder why his son was looking so upset about something. Since he couldn't fathom why Joe would be upset considering the fact that they had just located his brother; he chalked it down to anxiousness about getting Frank back safely, and turned his attention back to the road.

…Mob People…

"I find it quite amusing that Hardy thought we would make it this easy for him to get his brat back," Roger commented to Jimmy as they got out of the limo in front of the American Embassy.

Nodding, Jimmy smirked, looking just as amused with the notion. Roger and Jimmy stood on the sidewalk waiting for the final additions to their little group. Approximately two minutes later a second limousine pulled up in front of theirs. The door was opened and out stepped Tony Russo, Frank's grandfather, accompanied by his bodyguard, and his lawyer.

Tony nodded at Roger who inclined his head at him in greeting before headed up the stairs to the Embassy. They entered spotting Frank and Sofia immediately. Sofia had fallen asleep in the chair, Frank was awake and he had turned when the door opened; spotting them he shook Sofia who opened her mouth to yell at him before glancing toward the doors and spotting her uncle. She swallowed and stood up glaring at him. Frank watched his grandfather and Sofia's uncle with a calculating stare; trying to gauge whether they could get past them and out the doors. He thought not as the guards were blocking the only exit.

"Is there something I can do for you, Sir?" The receptionist asked Tony politely while Roger kept his eyes trained on the teens. Sofia scoffed at the woman as if to say 'Sure, you're nice to him'. Frank silenced her with a look.

"Yes, I'm here to collect my grandson, and Roger is here for his niece." Tony said inclining his head toward the teenagers.

"But," Frank said, his mouth dropping open to the floor, "T…Th…They, they, kidnapped us!" Frank said immediately rising from his chair in utter shock, not expecting the men to have been able to locate them so easily.

"Nonsense," Tony said smoothly as he turned to look at his lawyer who opened his briefcase and pulled out a sheaf of papers.

"As you can see from these papers, the custody of Franklin Hardy, now Franklin Russo was awarded to his grandfather Anthony Russo late last night." The lawyer said showing the woman the papers. Frank gasped in disbelief his brown eyes registering his shock.

"I demand to speak to someone higher up then you! You work with them!" Frank screamed, nodding at the receptionist. The woman simply glared at him and Sofia rolled her eyes back.

"I see no reason to disturb any of our diplomats when your grandfather has his custodial papers right here," she said snootily. Tony took this as permission to leave. He nodded to his bodyguard, Alex, who pulled Frank by his arm from the building.

The woman had turned back to her computer and was oblivious to the fact that Jimmy was dragging a screaming Sofia from the building. If she did notice it she didn't care.

The lawyer remained after his boss left. The man was waiting for Fenton and Joe to arrive. He had been waiting scarcely ten minutes when the doors opened once again. Joe stormed up to the desk and called loudly to the receptionist who had not looked up when he entered. Fenton approached more sedately just seconds behind his son.

"Excuse me, Miss…" Fenton paused here and examined her nametag. "Roche, but have you seen a boy, seventeen years old, six foot one, brown hair, brown eyes." Jennifer

Roche looked up at the man in a manner which suggested boredom.

"He was here." She acknowledged.

"Where is he now?" Fenton said desperately clinging to the last of his patience.

"His grandfather came and got him." She responded turning back to her computer evidently assuming the conversation to be finished.

"His grandfather kidnapped him." Fenton responded.

"Actually, Mr. Hardy, I think you'll find that custody of Frank was awarded to Mr. Russo last night." Tony's lawyer Robert Tosino said heading over to the desk where Fenton and Joe stood. "I would also suggest you refrain from falsely accusing my client of any crimes without evidence to back up your allegations." He added coolly. Fenton raised an eyebrow at the man while at the same time placing one hand on Joe's shoulder restraining him from attacking the man as he so obviously wanted to.

"I'm afraid I'm unaware of when I lost custody of my son, I don't recall being informed."

"You'll find that Mr. Russo filed for custody after he came across his grandson being held hostage by a few common criminals. He felt that you were endangering the boy considering the number of times he's been kidnapped in his lifetime." Tosino said handing Fenton the sheaf of papers he'd shown the woman. Fenton examined them and frowned pulling out his cell phone only to find that his lawyer had left several frantic messages since he'd gotten on the plane. "You'll also find that Mr. Russo filed a second lawsuit demanding custody of Joseph." Tosino added. Joe was red-faced his anger rolling off him in waves, but inside, he was totally panicked.

"I'm calling my lawyer!" Fenton responded. This was bad, extremely bad. When he got his hands on his father, heads were going to roll. Fenton left this life behind a long time ago, and he wasn't going to let them drag his sons into it.

"You do that." Tosino responded sounding thoroughly bored with the entire conversation. Fenton's hand on Joe's shoulder was the only thing stopping Joe from launching himself at the lawyer. "In the meantime, I'm taking Joe with me."

"I haven't seen the papers authorizing you to take him anywhere." Fenton said holding the phone to his ear with his free hand. "I need you here now." Fenton said without prelude when his lawyer James Cassidy answered the phone.

"The custody papers are all legal, I just received a copy of them this morning, and I expect that a copy has been sent to your house as well." James responded. Fenton swore under his breath and looked over at his ex-Father's lawyer who smirked at him.

"How soon can you be here?" Fenton asked.

"In around six hours or so, by the way, Laura has already called and she's coming with me. She said don't you dare tell her to stay home."

"All right." Fenton said his tone indicating the conversation was finished, pressing end on his phone he turned back to Tosino. "You're not taking Joe anywhere." Fenton said in a flat voice leveling Tosino with the glare that made many a criminal cower and break down; unfortunately it rarely worked on their lawyers.

"Mr. Hardy, Joe is coming with me, his Grandfather has legal custody of him and unless you want me to call the police…" Tosino said letting the threat hang in the air.

"Go ahead call them." Fenton said evidently suffering from the naïve view that the almost ever person of influence in the area wasn't in the pocket of the mob. Tosino shrugged and pulled out his cell phone dialing the police station. The ten minutes that followed as they waited for the police to arrive were some of the tensest minutes of Joe's life.

Tosino was standing near the wall with the smirk still plastered to his face, Fenton was glaring, and Joe was clenching and unclenching his fists as though wishing fervently to wrap them around the lawyer's neck, but inside, he was scared to death that he would have to go with the man.

A/N Review, and I'll work on getting the next chapter up soon, but as I leave for Florida Tuesday, probably not until Wednesday (I just spelled that wrong didn't I? Argh, iIsuck at spelling.) at the earliest.