Author's note: I just wanted to thank the people, who always leave a review.

Frank still couldn't believe that Amelia contacted his son, not only once but twice in the last few days. How dare she, Frank thought. He made himself clear, that Amelia gave up every right to be in Jamie's life, the day she appeared at 1PP. He won't tolerate any more encounters.

Frank knew exactly where to find Amelia. There was only one place in the city and he was determined to come to it in record time. The restaurant in Little Italy, which owned Amelia's family for decades, was once an important trading center for drugs and guns. The Castano family was good in business and half Little Italy was under their power. No one dared to talk to the police about the mob family and their unconvinced deals. It was Frank, who got into the family business and destroyed it from the inside. He spent months of observing the Castanos and learned everything about the family structure. Therefore, he knew exactly what to do and how to pleasant the family. Frank knew, that Dante Castano was always looking for new employees and that his brother, Andrea Castano, was his way in. It took some weeks to get Andrea's attention and then several more weeks to finally meet the head of the family.

Dante Castano was quite the imposing figure then. Frank remembered him as a tall and impressive man with brown eyes with a hint of green inside, short black hair and with an expansive taste, when it comes to fashion: tailored Italian suits were his trademark. Dante's words were powerful and he was respected and feared at the same time.

Frank hasn't seen Dante in years. The last time he saw the old mobster was, when he was in the courtroom to make his testimony against the Castano family. Amelia was also there. She spent every day of the hearing in court, supporting and helping her family through this. Her posture showed self-confidence but Frank knew that she was afraid of the unknown future ahead of her. She was about to lose everything what she once knew and if this wasn't enough, she was also caring a baby from the man, who was responsible for her sorrow. Each time, Frank and Amelia's gaze met in the courtroom, her eyes literally shot daggers at him. She clearly knew, who deserved all her hate. Frank tried numerous times to get in contact with Amelia. It was in his interest to talk to her about the baby but always got the cold shoulder.

Frank arrived in front of the restaurant 20 Minutes after he left the house abruptly. The spinning in his head got only worst, so he stayed in the car to sort his thoughts. His mind went back to the day of the verdict. As head of the mob family and therefore head of the crime, Dante Castano, was punished for more than 20 years in prison. His brothers, among them Andrea Castano, went behind bars for more than 10 years. Frank will never forget the shocked and disbelieved face of Amelia and the unaware, gentle touch to her baby bump. She swallowed hard and locked eyes with Frank. He could see it, he could see it in her eyes, the mix of despair, sadness and disgust against him. Frank should never seen so much hate again.

Frank shook his head to get rid of those unpleasant thoughts. So many years went by without the name Castano in his life, nevertheless, he always had the feeling, deep down, that Amelia would come back eventually. And Frank was confident of himself, that he would be prepared for this day. "No", he whispered bitterly, "I have been naive all those years." He should have made arrangements or should have do things differently, but could you even be prepared for this, he thought in defence. Frank let out a sigh, his hands still on the steering wheel, his knuckles already white form the cramped grip. Now, was not the time to drown in sorrow. He knew that hell was about to break loose but he won't, he couldn't back down. Jamie belonged to him and only to him and with that thought, he opened the door and excited his car.

Frank was almost across the street as he came to a suppen stop mid-way. Even after all these time, the four floor stone house out of the late 80's - with the included restaurant on the ground floor - still looked the same. It was still painted in this rusty red Frank hated so much and even after all the years no one took care of the crumbling rendering. The green, white and red colored awnings were still dirty and frayed by the harsh wind of New York. All in all, Frank summarized, the house made the same miserable impression like 25 years ago. How he hated this place, he thought. Frank promised himself after the case, that he won't ever come back to the restaurant and that the things, which happened in the past, would be stay in the past for good. Oh boy was he wrong. Frank was about to lose his mind over the situation. His thoughts were spinning around and made him dizzy. "How am I supposed to handle it?" Frank asked no one in particular. He wasn't ready for the upcoming fight with Amelia. His emotions got the upper hand of him and he left the house so quickly, that he had no time to clearly think about his actions. Even if Jamie didn't suspect something, now he will, Frank thought angrily. His odd behavior lately wasn't helping either. Frank let out a long sigh: it wasn't the time to blame himself. He couldn't turn around and leave, no, he now stood in front of the restaurant where it all started and Frank was determined to proof his point. Jamie belonged to him. And without another thought, Frank opened the door and went into the restaurant.

A smell of cigar smoke mixed with Italian food lingered in the air. Frank recognized the smell immediately, only one member of the Castano family smoked cigars with a hint of vanilla inside. Even after all this time, he knew exactly who was present. Actually, he wanted to avoid a confrontation with the old mobster. Frank wasn't in the mood to talk to Dante. He was here to make clear, for once and for all, that Amelia needed to step away from Jamie. These run-ins had to stop.

Frank could see Dante through the wooden partition, which separated the entrance with the sitting area of the restaurant. The old man was sitting at a table, reading the newspaper with the said cigar between his fingers. It seemed that the mobster was unaware of Frank's presence, so he used the opportunity to take in Dante's appearance. The once black hair was now grey and spare. The mobster's face was half hidden behind the newspaper but what Frank could see, showed him, that the time in prison didn't go by without marks. Dante's skin looked wrinkled, thin and chapped and he definitely lost a good among of weight. The once fresh-faced was now covered with deep lines. Regardless to his outward appearance, the old lad hasn't lost his fashion sense. The Italian three piece suit looked expansive and tailor-made on him.

Frank had to clear his throat to get the attention from the mobster, who was too engrossed into his newspaper.

"Franky Jane, long time no see" Dante said in an amused voice as Frank rounded the wooden partition. "... or is it Frank Reagan, Mr Reagan or even Commissioner Reagan for me? I have to apologize, I don't know how to address you correctly after all these years" Dante chuckled slightly.

"Commissioner Reagan is just fine" Frank said with no emotion in his voice. He didn't come here to discuss his status. He was here to talk to Amelia and only Amelia. Frank's gaze wandered through the restaurant and a small smile appeared on his lips: not only looked the house still the same after all these time, no, even the furniture looked the same. They still got these round tables with the ugly olive tablecloths on it.

"My daughter took good care of the business during my absence" Dante spoke up and looked straight at Frank. "It wasn't easy for her yet she did the best out of the situation."

Frank knew exactly what kind of business Dante was talking about and it was not the restaurant. "Amelia always knew how to help herself even if it was illegal. I'm pretty sure the restaurant was in good hands" he scoffed. Frank made sure to emphasize the word restaurant. "But I am not here to talk about the family business but …"

"True, you are here to talk about the family itself" Dante said knowing, cutting Frank off. A smugly smile appeared on the older man's face as he continued "how's my grandson doing by the way? As a father you must be proud that he became a police officer. Stepped into your footprints and therefore into your own family business."

Frank's face got slightly tense. He always wondered, if Amelia told Dante, who the father of the baby is. Now, he knew it for sure.

"Amelia was in tears as she told me that the baby's father, the man is, who destroyed everything we ever worked for. To say I wasn't furious would be an understatement" Dante's tone was serious. "It took me some time to forgive her but in the end, we were all folded by you and it wasn't her mistake."

Frank didn't know what to say to the old man. Dante was right, it wasn't Amelia's fault and he felt sorry that she was the one, who suffered the most in the end.

"I'm not here to discuss whose mistake it was or not" Frank said, his voice stern. "Where is Amelia?"


It was already dark when Frank re-entered his house in Bay Ridge. He felt beaten and tired. The confrontation with Amelia didn't go as planned. What had he even thought, that Amelia would back off voluntarily, if he would ask her nicely? No, of course not, it wouldn't be this easy. Frank was honest to himself, he took Jamie away from her but he did it with the best interest at heart. His son deserved to be more than just a mobster. His boy deserved so much more. Frank entered his study room and went straight to his table to turn on the desk light. He was back at the beginning, he thought, he hasn't made the slightest progress. He was …

"Who is Amelia Castano?" asked a voice coming out of the dark corner.

Frank abruptly turned around, startled by the voice of his youngest son. "What?" he asked confused.

"Amelia Castano" Jamie repeated "it seems to me that you know her."

Frank swallowed the lump in this throat. He stood stock still, alarm clearly written all over his face. He wasn't sure, if Jamie could see his face properly because of the dim light in the room.

"So you know her" Jamie stated, taking Frank's silence as an answer.

"What makes you think that?"

"Oh, I don't know" Jamie said amused, getting up from the armchair in the corner. "Maybe the fact, that you got all pale and left the house like a maniac after I said her name."

Frank gazed silently at his son, totally overwhelmed by the situation.

"So?" Jamie pressed, studying his father's face carefully.

Frank's head was spinning again. He didn't know where to begin. Should he come clean with his son or should he hold back the truth. What was the right decision, he thought.

"I don't know what you mean, son."

"You don't know" Jamie repeated, his voice mocking "it's a simple question: do you know her or not?" Jamie took some steps forward, so that he was almost in front of his father. "What are you keeping from me?" Jamie stressed. He could feel the anger building inside of him. Damn this Irish temperament.

Frank wasn't sure what to think or what to feel. What he definitely knew, was, that this wasn't the right time to tell his son. If there would ever be the right time for the truth, Frank thought sadly.

"Don't jump to conclusions, son" Frank sighed, turning around, so that his back was now to Jamie. "I'm not keeping anything from you."

"Then answer my question. Do you know Amelia Castano or do you know her not?"

Frank felt miserable. He was cursing Amelia in his head. This woman only brought pain and anger.

"No, I don't know her" Frank stated.

"Then say it in my face. Turn around and say it again because I don't believe you" Jamie cried. The young man felt betrayed by his father. He could feel that his old man wasn't telling him the truth, but why? "What are you hiding from me? You are acting strange lately. First, the odd call I received from you, stumbling something about if I'm still coming by on Saturday and then, your strange behavior when I said Amelia's name, and oh, don't forget your lame excuse as you left the house like a madman. So, dad, I'm sorry if I jump to conclusions but are you in a relationship with her? Are you in love with her? How long do you know each …"

"That's enough, Jameson" Frank snapped, turning around. Jamie took a step back, clearly shocked and confused by his father's outburst.

"I already told you, that I don't know that woman and I don't care if you believe me or not because you are not in the position to question my words. Are we clear?" Frank said harshly. It wasn't his intention to snap at Jamie but his son got to his sore point.

"Crystal clear, Sir" Jamie answered sarcastically.


Frank was sitting alone in his dark study room, Jamie long gone after the argument father and son had. Amelia was right, Frank thought. He was about to lose control of the situation and the lie was already starting to blow in his face. He felt beaten, lost and tired. The glass with the brown liquor in his hand wouldn't bring him the needed effect: to numb his feeling.

The lie was going to destroy his family.