Fresh out the shower and changed, alessandra was set to go. alessandra was always careful not to let her emotions get in the way of her actions. It was all to be just strict business. But after visiting Matthias and being welcomed by the Godfather as a valuable associate, she knew deep inside that there was nothing wrong with happiness. We all deserve a piece of that. She was a big believer of that. Now it was probably eleven am in the morning, she had driven to the asylum and was now standing in front of Matthias door. She had told JM prior that she would come to visit him because he needed to run off and get some files from the Godfather. alessandra used the key that the lady there told her to use, whenever she wanted to come see him. She opened the steel door slowly, to see Matthias in a corner, where the only source of light was.

alessandra frowned, and she walked in and cleared her throat. Matthias saw her and he quickly stood up and hugged her. It was unexpected, but she laughed it off and rubbed the back of his head. Then she took out some food for him from her backpack, and just some car toys. Christmas was approaching, and for sure she would be spoiling him and JM. alessandra wished that he wasn't kept up in this asylum, there's nothing for him to see or do. And he's still so young. He needs to go out into the real world now. alessandra stayed for a few more minutes, but had to leave as she needed to meet up with JM somewhere. alessandra kissed the top of Matthias head and said goodbye.

He saw the door close, and a tear almost ran down his eye. alessandra closed her eyes and clicked the door shut. She tucked the keys in her pocket and walked up to the lady at the front desk. She needed to ask something. It was driving her insane at night. alessandra tucked a piece of hair behind her ear. "Hi, um, is there any way for Matthias to be released?" She asked politely. The lady nodded slowly. "A family member and approval by the doctor here. That is all really." alessandra smiled and nodded, but she was still a little upset.

It just isn't right to let someone determine their existence. It's sick. She walked away, knowing that soon she would make a plan and talk JM into it. But right now she had to see him at a coffee shop. alessandra jumped into her car and drove to the Bean. There she saw JM waiting by the parking lot. alessandra shut off her engine and walked out of her car to approach him. She playfully punched him in the arm. "Boo." JM's arm was leaning against the roof of his car and he laughed. He suddenly got out a manilla folder and handed it to alessandra.

"Ahhhhhh we're on a rival hunt are we?" She says in delight.

"Area clear?" alessandra whispered to JM in the dark. They had spent the whole day doing research on all the people stored in those files they had received earlier. To be exact, 5 people are on the loose. alessandra and JM talked to their businesses alliances, told them that if they suspect any of those people coming through their organization or is requesting for their assistance - that they inform alessandra and JM immediately. They can not afford to lose track of sight. After much investigation, interrogation and elimination, it was time to let the demons play. JM nodded. "Yeaaa. Lets roll."

He stood up quickly but ninja-like, and alessandra fofllowed behind. JM dropped his cigar on the ground and stepped on it. No time for playing around anymore. This was some serious shit. The person that they were targeting was a woman named Luciana known for carrying around butterfly knives. She was a silent person. Now alessandra remembered the time she thought to herself that the ones who were quiet were always the most dangerous people. But her family made her stronger.

She was apart of something now, giving her a sense of belonging. No one would ever believe where they were right now. In the basement of her home. She was at home just relaxing and when the right time would come, alessandra and JM bust out of the basement, knock her head off, decapitate her legs, pull out every hair root out of her head. alessandra was angry. She would be yelling in her ear about why she did what she did, while alessandra would be holding a bowl of hot coal rocks over her naked thighs. "Shut up." 

"I'm not even talking." alessandra says. 

"Shut the fuck up right. now." JM hissed. 

alessandra rolled her eyes and ended up bumping her gun against a table leg. "Shit." Then she looked up to the light that gave way for anyone to come down the stairs to the basement. They both heard footsteps, and alessandra realized what JM was saying. 

"You fire some shots at her. Let her take a moment for a second, then I come in. But I'm not using my gun, JM. These hands are ready for some beating. Make her weak. Shoot a few times at once before pausing. We got this JM." 

She bolted to the stairs, and her legs were running as fast as she could, even imagined she could outrun a cheetah. Luciana saw her and sharply turned her head. She pulled out two small knives, one in each hand and ran towards alessandra too. But JM didn't like what happened next. Luciana and alessandra were running towards each other like two cats fighting for the rat, so they ended up bumping their bodies against each other and hitting their foreheads. alessandra groaned. "FUUUUUUUUUAARK!" Luciana hissed, and she rubbed her sore forehead.

JM facepalmed and he shook his head. It looked pretty funny. "Lets try this against, shall we?" alessandra kicked the knives out of her hand and cackled. "BITCH TRY ME" Luciana shouted. They kept walking around in a circle, eyeing other with a sort of wickedness in Luciana's eyes. alessandra was ready to pounce on her rip her to shreds- "HU-YAHH!" Luciana took a swing. alessandra widened her eyes and luckily she dodged it. Shit, that was close she thought to herself. Then while she dodged, she grabbed Luciana's ankle and pulled her down with her. Luciana was raging. She put her hands harshly around alessandra's neck and choked the shit out of her. A shocked JM was an understatement. He was freaking laughing his head off, he could have just shot Luciana right there but he had full trust in alessandra and knew she would take Luciana down.

Her movements were weak, she punches the air every time she attempts to take a swing at alessandra. JM still had his eyes on Luciana though. They were fighting like nobody was there, just the two of them, in a ring tournament. alessandra was sweating and her neck would probably be bruised later. She tried to pry the hands off her neck and then she clenched her fists and punched Luciana. She went down, and held her nose. It bled like a waterfall. alessandra started going insane and took more than enough punches at her face then her stomach. Basically everywhere on her body, alessandra wanted a piece of. Not in that way. JM looked away. "Damnnn girllll let it out."

But it was too much so he had to come out and hold her back. "Dude calm down shes blackin' out. Let it go now. CALM THE HELL DOWN." alessandra was breathing hard, she put her hands to her knees and bent her back forward. "JM shoot her." He nodded, and in an instant he pulled the trigger and the bullet landed at the base of Luciana's forehead. alessandra wiped her hands with a cloth on the nearby table. "The janitors will be coming soon don't worry about it." She assured. JM nodded and they got out of the basement. When they walked out of the house, JM spotted his car and went over to it and chucked the gun in the back seat. alessandra sat in the passenger seat with JM on the wheel.

"Keep me sane, JM." She smiled. And on that night, one by one, they pursued their targets. Luciana was somebody they didn't need, she had nothing to say. She was just a puppet for all the others. The ones that alessandra and JM caught were all hauled up in a warehouse that the Godfather owned. They all were strapped to a chair with ropes tied tightly around their wrists. The Godfather came into view when he strolled into the warehouse with his best suit. He stood in front of them, with his hands behind his back.

Anger and violence was never going to solve anything in the end. The Godfather genuinely wanted to know why they did what they did. "Ehh? You want a drink or something?" The Godfather asked the four people. 

Abigail, Carolina, Eduardo, and Christian. All with the last names of Garcia. Garcia.... the name seemed all too familiar with the Godfather. Then he suddenly got a flashback. The past came vividly to the Godfather. The Garcia Renegades. That's what they were called.

Rogues. 

Christian was the first one to speak up, with his slick back hair and mischievous smile. Even when he was being stared down by the Godfather, alessandra could sense that he really didn't give a damn. The Garcia's were blood relatives that the Godfather knew but always tried to keep them secret because of their destructive ways. But things got sticky when promotions weren't being handed out to them and all the attention was on the now Godfather. alessandra watch Christian's eyes travel to her for a split second but quickly looked down. "I'm proud of you, brother." 

Brother? 

They were in the same mafia family? 

The Godfather smiled for a brief moment, and he brought a chair in front of him so he could sit. And look him right in the eye. "Why did you do it?" 

"Do what?" 

"Kill one of my family alliances?"

It was Christian's response that alesandra realized how much death didn't fear him. He just wanted to get at his worst enemy before he died. The Godfather let out a deep sigh, and he put a hand on Christians shoulder. "You're a friend. Well, you were. But how could you do that? Turn your back o-" 

Christian wasn't phased. He sat there silently looking up at the Godfather. 

The Godfather stopped talking. There was nothing else he could do so Christian would at least make amends. But third chances didn't exist in this world. Christian cleared his throat. "Any last words?" 

"It's been a pleasure Godfather." He muttered and the words drowned out into the air as the sound of a gun shot echoed in the warehouse.

Carolina Garcia, the lady in the beige coat and red lipstick. 

Abigail Garcia, the short but feisty one. But still less crazier bitch than Luciana

Eduardo Garcia , the silent and strong accented Hispanic

 "NOW DOES ANYONE OF YOU WANT TO SPEAK? OR SHALL I JUST CRACK YOUR FUCKING NECK OPEN AND ONE BY ONE PICK THE ROOTS OF YOUR TEETH OUT?" The Godfather shouted at the rogues. All of them were different in a lot of things, but at that moment they all had the same thought. They just wanted to go home. So of course, they were more than happy to say what needed to be known. Eduardo never spoke before Carolina and Abigail did, but he made an exception tonight. alessandra stood behind JM, making him like a wall to shield her from all this... mess. JM held alessandra's hands behind his back to comfort her. "Just watch and listen" he whispered. Eduardo looked up and swallowed hard. "We would just like to go home. What ever information you need we will give it to you." He said. The Godfather thought for a moment and he nodded. "Just simple. Why did you do it?"

"The truth Godfather, we don't have the right mentality and state of mind to be out in the streets anymore because we just lose control. That's why it was a mutual decision for us to be demoted and completely disassociate ourselves with the family. And from that anger, regret, doubt and insanity we killed one of your family alliances so we could feel..... victorious in something. It's been a long time since we've had that feeling." 

"VICTORIOUS? you call that victorious? I just cant believe it. This would've never happened if you just listened to our boss back then." The Godfather replied. But he didn't want to ramble on no more. He walked out of the warehouse and whispered some thing to alessandra and JM. They nodded. 

The Godfather walks out of the warehouse and his black leather shoes make echoed footsteps. He closes his eyes for a second when he hears three gunshots go off from inside the warehouse. 

There was silence at the table next morning. 

It was cold. Not the weather, not the food. But her heart. 

After that night of the warehouse shooting, alessandra came to realize that these things were no doubt wrong and sinful.. but she couldn't complain or regret anything. She chose this way of life, and that was how she was going to live for the rest of her life. Not meaning that she would be wrong and sinful forever but, her loyalty to her Godfather would go beyond death. 

JM takes a bite out of his sandwich and eats it slowly and quietly. alessandra was sitting beside him, sneaking glances at him and the Godfather. Everyone else was looking down at their plate. The Godfather wiped his mouth with a napkin and waved his hand in the air in a fancy way. "Sons and daughter do not be discouraged by our ways. You see, i didn't wish anything bad to happen to them. It is simply the fact that the wage of sin is death." 

alessanda feels her spirit to be lifted up a teeny tiny bit but she was still feeling weird from last night. But her soul was too cheery. "Guys its nearly christmas what are we even doing sulking like this. Ayy JM what do you want for christmas?" She says with a mouthful of berries. He snickers and moves away. "Dude your breath stinks like ass" Everyone at the table starts to laugh. One of the members throws a berry at his face. alessandra could notice the Godfather smile. 

There was something so great about being in a family. A place to call home. Arms that embrace you. 

Christmas was approaching, and there was nothing alessandra wanted but to be with her family sitting by the fireplace. The opposing force.. or... the people who killed our family alliance are now gone. May they rest in peace. But even so, they will set an example for the rest of the world that we cannot judge a book by its cover. We never know what someone is dealing through. The Godfather had forgotten to tell alessandra and JM that the Garcia's and their ancestors all had some form of mental condition. Hm. You learn something everyday don't you. 

But it doesn't stop there. Millions of people in our country outside of the society are still bashing Cosa Nostra, and it is alessandra's and JM's time to preach the good news. 

And hell yeah you better believe when they say they 'practice what they preach.' 

The Godfather knew that it wasn't right to call them the opposing force anymore. It was just two words that anger created. It ignored the fact that with the right toolbox (that which is kindness and diligence) that they can change the world and future of Chicago for the better. And that was just what they were gonna do. 

alessandra finished eating her plate of food and stood up to help the other ladies washing the dishes. JM had a little talk with the Godfather about the plans for Chicago. "We will need to establish and determine the charities we will be working on..." And as the night went by, they had finished discussion and was ready to go. alessandra was informed with full clarification and detail. She smiled as the black ink danced across the paper. It was an approval signature for alessandra and JM. The first thing they would be doing tomorrow morning is holding a speech for all the residents and those outside the family business. This was to get all the concerns and complaints they've been getting and combining them so the Godfather could implement new strategies. All strictly business and also because a little goes a long way. 

The next morning she woke up with a migraine. "AHHHHHH JM" she called out from the next hotel room. He came rushing in with a bowl of warm water and a cloth. "Oh man not again" he rushed over to her bed and soothed her tiredness. She didn't know why she was getting like this, but she knew she wouldn't be able to go on the stage looking like a mess. "JM you're on your own for now" she says sadly, while holding the cloth to her forehead. He didn't like the sound of that but he knew that he needed to do it. It was all for the better. JM nodded, and gave her a gentle pat on the top of her warm head. "Get better soon partner eh?" She smiled weakly and nodded. Then he walked out to get changed into his new black suit. He took a nice cold shower and shaved the facial hair on his face, not all of it but just enough. 

One hour later, he came out looking glam. He peeked inside alessandra's room and saw the two bodyguards in the kitchen, one in the living room. She was fast asleep. Poor girl. Then he walked out of the hotel, feeling refreshed. This wasn't like any school speech or anything like that, there was no lines he needed to memorize. It was all simply just words from the heart, a genuine and kind act that he wanted the people of Chicago to see. 

He hopped into the black mercedes waiting outside for him, and nodded to the driver in a black fancy suit also. The Godfather would already be at the event. And he didn't like that he would have to explain to him that alessandra couldn't come, but her health is a priority. The Godfather would understand. 

JM felt hot and sweaty. The driver was parking the car in a secluded space where only VIPs were allowed. He walked out and let out a deep sigh. Do it for the family do it for the family, he thought to himself. The Godfather noticed him approaching and he quickly stood up to give him a hug and a kiss on the cheek. "Son i am happy you are here, where is alessandra?" He looked down at the ground and frowned. "She's sick pa but dont worry i got this under control!" JM saw the Godfather nod slowly but JM knew that he wanted both of them to be here because their forces combined were so powerful. Nonetheless, the Godfather was happy. "Well lets go the people are waiting for ya!" He playfully pushed him onto the stage. There were thousands upon thousands of people here. It gave him a flashback when he was one of those people in the audience listening to a speech the government made. Only this time, this one was real and it would really happen. He wasn't a liar, and he never will be. The microphone was just a little bit away from his mouth. Not too far, not too close. Just right. He fixed his tie nervously and cleared his throat. "Residents of Chicago... I come here today as a glint of hope for you all. Many of you have speculations about Cosa Nostra but I assure that we will bring you out of the mess that the GOVERNMENT (JM made sure he emphasized that) put us in............" 

Meanwhile, in alessandra's hotel room she suddenly woke. Then she screamed when she saw two bodyguards rush into her bedroom. But the bodyguards laughed when they saw her reaction. She rolled her eyes. She got up too fast then the pain came rushing back to her head. She groaned and leaned back. The bodyguards widened their eyes and came by her side. She blocked their hands, and shook her head. "No no im fine guys it's fine. Just chill out okay. JM is gone?" They nodded. "DAMMIT GUYS WHY ARE YOU SO TENSE JUST CHILL OUT" 

The thoughts in their heads were damn she's feisty ok sheesh we'll chill out. alessandra threw a pillow to one of them and she laughed. "Gosh im feeling weird today." She got up from her bed, and walked into the bathroom to take a shower. She took a tablet of some pain killers and drunk it down with some cold water. "Ahh... lets get better alessandra. ASAP!" 

Finally, the speech was done and a lot had been said already. People were starting to recognize their faults in making assumptions and judgements about their way of life. But finally after so many years of physical and verbal disputes, it was seen as a faint glimmer of civilization and hope. But still, the work couldn't be stopped there. But at last there was something that could be confirmed. 

Peace. 

JM had got back into the car on his way to the hotel. He was excited to tell alessandra about what happened. She was already outside her room. "Come on i need to pee tell me what happened!" She laughed. JM raised an eyebrow when he finally came into full view. "You up and energized already?" He asked. alessandra nodded cheerfully. "Anyways, yeah! I think it went great. The people are really responding. Tomorrow though we'll need to be heading over to the medical supply center and distribute them to the foundations and charities. You in?" 

She was beyond happy, and ready to make changes in Chicago. 

"You bet I am." She smirked.

It had been a while since alessandra got to visit these kind of organizations again... maybe she felt uncomfortable or traumatized what she saw but all she knew was that she couldn't go back. JM knocked on her door and asked "are you ready now??" He had been waiting for about an hour for her to come out of her hotel room but she was still stick despite jumping out of bed like a maniac. He kept on banging on the door until she came out with a scarf around her neck and wearing a nice warm sweater. She had her hands covered with a white glove. "The lady with the white glove eh?" He winked and alessandra laughed quietly. "Let's just go stop playing games!" She walked ahead of him, and he didnt notice but she had snatched his keys out of his hand. 

They started walking towards the car and JM had to sign out at the front desk. "Thanks suzie we'll be back!" The lady nodded and simply smiled. alessandra was waiting in the passenger seat. Next thing she knows, they are parked at the back of a pharmacy station. All the papers were signed and everything all that's left was for alessandra to have the chat with the boss, then JM can start loading the boxes. She walked out of the car, and used the key for the back door that the Godfather told her to use. 

JM then got up out of his seat as well and nodded towards her direction. alessandra looked back at him and signaled for him to go now. "See you in a bit" he says. 

Also, she didn't know why she had a bad feeling even though what they were doing was legal....... could be the meds from before....

"You the guys coming to pick up the packages?" 

JM wasn't too sure about this. The man was too fidgety. Something bad was about to happen. But he just decided to let it go and accept the damn thing. He nodded then the man smiled with his teeth, which he had alot of. JM didn't know how he could fit them all in there. But he did it, somehow. The man went around the back to get the boxes. He was taking a while actually. But suddenly JM heard a gunshot from around the back and alessandra emerged from the storage room. Her eyes were dilating. "I just saved your friggin life JM. He was going to come back out of there with a gun and kill you." Not much people were in there at the time but they both knew they needed to get the hell out of there. alessandra's hair was all over the place and she was sweating bullets. "Damn did you just finish fighting in the ring or something?" JM raised an eyebrow. She didn't have time for this and she quickly scanned the place for the boxes. They were sitting along the wall near the back door. JM was looking at the same direction and he walked over to the pile of boxes. "Come on help me" he says.