A/N Hello, everyone! I have returned with the epilogue to this story. :)

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It had been three months since their return from Italy and life in Bayport, New York had settled to something approaching normal.

Frank and Joe had managed to get to know their grandfather somewhat better, under the improved circumstances of no longer being his forced captives. Their father had also made an effort to regain something resembling a relationship with Anthony.

Sofia's uncle was currently locked up in an Italian prison, which was what he deserved for having orchestrated the death of his own sister.

Sofia resided with the Hardy's and was enrolled in school alongside Frank and Joe.

All in all things were turning out pretty well for the Hardys all except for one thing…

"Could you please stop following us?" Frank demanded turning to face one of his grandfather's guards by the name of Ben Brunelli.

"No can do, sorry." Brunelli replied cheerfully.

"Why not?" Joe demanded.

"Your grandfather ordered me to make sure that the two of you don't get kidnapped again, after the last time you got taken hostage at that bank…"

"That was totally not our fault." Frank protested.

"Whoever's fault it was, Mr. Russo is strongly opposed to having any of his family members go missing."

Sofia couldn't help but laugh at them. "Sucks to be you." She informed them gleefully.

"I wouldn't be laughing," Brunelli remarked. "Mr. Russo has set someone to guard you as well when you aren't with them; it's his way of welcoming you to the family."

Joe snickered at the girl. Sofia scowled.

"This really isn't going to work for us." Frank noted politely. "We can't really go chasing after criminals, with you following us; it will kind of cramp our style, no offense." He added meaningfully.

"I think that's kind of the point." Brunelli informed him. "Your grandfather thinks it's far too dangerous for you guys to go chasing after criminals all the time."

"He's a mob boss." Joe stressed incredulously.

"And, who better to know the dangers associated with criminals?" Brunelli demanded.

"Who indeed?" Frank mused.

"Why don't you go follow our dad?" Joe suggested. "He gets into even more dangerous situations than us."

"Your grandfather agrees." Brunelli replied with a nod.

"Then why are you here?" Sofia asked.

"That's why Mr. Russo has two men following your father around." He clarified much to their collective amusement.

"Dad will not like that." Joe noted.

"That's why they're keeping an appropriate distance back and out of sight, so as not as to alert your father to their presence." Brunelli replied.

"As if dad won't notice them." Frank retorted.

"Oh, your grandfather is banking on it." The guard confided. "Mr. Russo does rather enjoy annoying his progeny as it happens. He informs that it is one of his few true joys in life."

"Who knew?" Joe mused.

Other than these occasional arguments about their grandfather wanting to place severe restrictions on their activities, they had started to get along well, and in a strange way they had grown to become somewhat fond of the man despite his criminal activities.

Anthony had also been glad to get back into touch with his only daughter who had followed her brother in his escape to New York just a few months afterwards.

Frank and Joe quickly learned that their Aunt had inherited a lot of her personality from her father. Anthony was also apparently the one who had taught their aunt her exceptional cooking skills years before when she was a teenager.

Gertrude had raked her father across the coals for kidnapping her nephews but the two of them had eventually moved towards rebuilding their relationship and now cooked dinner together every Sunday usually arguing with each other over whose recipe was better.

Anthony had also grown rather fond of his daughter-in-law and agreed that Fenton had made the right decision when he had refused the arranged marriage all those years ago.

His criminal activities remained an unspoken elephant in the room but the family had managed to form a tenuous compromise, the Hardys stayed out of the Russo family business, and Anthony avoided involving them at all costs.

Yes, life soon settled back to normal in Bayport, New York. Or as close to normal as the place that housed the Hardys could ever really get.

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