Oscar turned and watched the boy carefully, tilting his head as he took a drag of his cigar before setting it down to rest in the ashtray, exhaling as he walked over to him. The boy was angry, like he was. He was surprised how easily the brother, after expressing his vehement anger at the father’s offering up of Catriona, would so easily offer her up as the thing that his father loved the most. It was a sudden about face that almost made the Don question this young man’s motives once more. But it was the last thing he said, the change once more in his emotions that caused Oscar to really stop and think about this. He took a breath, before slowly planting his callused hands on the young man’s shoulders.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff9999">“Your father betrayed you, Boy. be Angry. Be Vengeful. My <i>brother</i> betrayed me. I am angry. I am vengeful.”</span>he than lifted his hand and patted the boy roughly on the cheek.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff9999">“As for your sister… you did not go through so much to protect her, only to watch me kill her now. She is a useful tool against your father, but she herself has done nothing to wrong us.  I promise you I will not end her life.”</span>he walked past him and opened the door, calling out into the hall for three of his other Lieutenants.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff9999">“Ilario, Luca, Vessini, get in here…” </span>he walked back to the desk and picked up the Cigar, gesturing for the young man to take a seat in the chair he’d kicked out beside him.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff9999">“Shut the door behind you, men.”</span>he said in a low, gravely voice, betraying the anger in his mood.<br/><br/>He quietly, with a knife’s edge in his voice, explained to them what Michael had brought to him. Evidence of his father’s betrayal. Transportation routes that networked throughout the city, placed in russian hands. His voice trembled with rage, even as he instructed Luca to get his group together and set up new routes. It would mean bribing more cops, disrupting their shipments for a time. He added Ilario to that one as well, after instructing him to set some men to watching their Judas.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff9999">“Don’t clue him into what’s going on. I just want to know where he is. I want to know he doesn’t suspect a thing.”</span>there was a snarl in his voice. He had plans for that man.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff9999">“Vessini i need you to cover their duties for a day or two. At least until i’ve set things in motion.”</span>he turned to the young man, planting a hand on his shoulder once more.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff9999">“And you Michael. You are going to drive up to Poughkeepsie. And as soon as she is done her classes tomorrow, you are to bring her back here. To my office. I’ll tell your father you’re handling some business for me for a few days. Do whatever you have to do to get her down here. And do not let him know what’s going on.” </span>he patted him again on the shoulder, almost fatherly.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff9999">“I won’t kill her. You have my word” </span>he said once again, needing to ensure that the young man would trust him enough to put the girl in his hands. And it would buy him some more time to figure out exactly how he’d punish the father for his crimes.