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Greg Hennessy Moodboard. 

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“If you're here to give me shit for losing you can leave now and not waste either of our time.”

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"Boss," Greg said as he pressed himself against the door frame. He had known there was no one else in the house when he approached her. It was a mixture of fear and anger. Fear for Veronika's safety and the other Italian loyalist. And anger because it had been a uncalculated risk that he hadn't seen coming. Was it a reality of the situation when they had stepped into the ring but a line had been crossed and Greg was fully aware of it. Though he wasn't sure he would/should be voicing it. "I know it's not my place...but how do we move on from here."

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K.T.O

"Are you ready?" The soft whisper of the blonde tucked under his arm caused him to laugh softly. After the last fighter was dragged out of the ring unconscious and barely recognizable the weight of it all appeared to set into on the blonde. While  Greg had known the fight should have been called the moment the fighter had stopped blocking himself from the blows that were barreling towards him. Yet the atmosphere of the crowd had kept it going.

Beside him, Honor bit down on her lower lip and clutched her purse tighter as if someone was going to come by and snatch it from her hands. Greg reached out and wrapped his arm around her waist allowing his hand to set softly against her hip bone. He offered her a charming smile before commenting.

"I've got this." Maybe it was the pain of losing Senna that made Greg more opt to be ready for whatever beating he was potentially about to receive. He had seen the fighters whose names had been called and thankfully for him Laurent St. Pierre had already gone. He was truly the only man that Greg had worried about. Everyone else Greg was ready to take on without hesitation.

"Darling. I need to go speak to Veronika I'll be back." He pressed a kiss to her forehead before weaving through the crowd and softly placing his hand on Veronika's elbow directing her towards him. "We have to talk..."

Greg had barely been able to get out a word when the announcer cleared his throat.

"Our next fighter is Gregory Hennessy."

Greg nodded his head before turning away from Veronika and making his way towards one of the waiting crowd.  Greg ignored the boos as he weaved his way through the crowd and into the ring.

Inside Thierry was waiting for him. The crowd that surrounded him was beaming with pride. His eyes landed on Maya Alliot the French loyalist who had maneuvered her way to the front of the crowd her arms were folded over her chest and she looks about as ready as Thierry to kick Greg's ass.

Before Greg even had a chance to get fully inside the ring Thierry had pushed forward and sent a blow so hard it caused Greg to stagger backward. Without even a moment to react Thierry sent another. Greg shook her head before reaching out and grabbing a hold of Thierry's back and pulling him forward. As he did that Greg shot his knee upward hoping to level the playing field. Greg's blows were nothing like Thierry's. The two men were from two different classes of fighters. Thierry was trained and experienced and Greg while he could handle his own he was no Thierry.

Thierry sent another blow to his face, then another as he forced him into the corner. Greg knowing he was trapped put his hands up to keep his face blocked. Thierry's blows came hard and fast - they were angry and determined and without remorse. Greg forced Thierry backward with a hard shove before delivering a few blows of his own. His eye was swollen shut, nose bleeding but he wasn't ready to end the fight just yet.

Something caught Thierry's eye outside the ring and drew his attention away for a moment. The small moment gave Greg an advantage to land a blow straight to Thierry face causing him to fall back into the crowd that had been surrounding him minutes before. Maya Alliot's hand had wrapped around Thierry's forearm keeping him steady as she whispered something in his ear.

"Come on, Croissant. I have places to be."

The moment he had spoken he'd known it had been a line he shouldn't have crossed because Thierry came at him faster than he was prepared for. The man hit him so hard the Greg was forced to take a knee and once there he took a blow from Thierry's knee. The second blow caused him to fall flat onto the ground where he struggled to keep consciousness. Greg could hear the ref counting loudly. Slowly Greg started to push himself up - one knee...hand upon it...push upward..stumble forward.

Just as he had stumbled to his feet Thierry sent one final blow that had knocked Greg out and laid him flat onto the ground.

The crowd road loudly and French loyalist surrounded him with drinks in hand before directing him away to where their circle had been all evening.  

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hollylark:

“I’ll take the drink and the view but you’re almost as easy as Audrey Fairmont.”

Audrey Fairmont would have stripped down to her bridges so I think I’m okay.

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veronika-auditore:

Stop objectifying yourself, Hennessy. I don’t need a drink that badly. And I know for a fact you don’t need $100 that badly, either.

No, but consider this...all this confidence just made another fighter think twice.

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alessandrafognini:

Ewww. You hoe.  You just wanted an excuse to take off your clothes. I give it five minutes until the cougars start surrounding you like fresh meat.

Are you saying I’m good looking Fognini?

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"Hush for a minute. She just offered to not only buy you a drink but give me 100 bucks for taking off my shirt. If you really thought I wasn't going to do it. Then you're crazier than Jenifer Bennett.”

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Greg Hennessy arriving at  Lara Rutherford’s party. 

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 alessandrafognini:

I can’t believe we’re talking about this right now. It´s the same story over and over again, you would think that people would know better by now.

When you're the last name is Rutherford people tend to talk about you. Why are you reading that bullshit any ways?

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veronika-auditore:

I just wanted to check in and see where your head is at. A lot has been happening and believe me, I get it if you need more time or whatever to figure your shit out.

I appreciate your worry but I'm good and ready to work if you've got something for me.

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sera || self para

Time takes all.

For Gregory Hennessy that was true beyond belief. One could say that time had taken everything he had ever cared. His father. Senna.

That there was nothing left for him.

Gregory Hennessy would beg to differ. He had the Auditores. Veronika's had been being supportive - more so than he could have ever asked for. Maybe it was because she understood the pain he was feeling. That ache in his chest that had made him want to destroy everything in his path.

Which was why it had taken everything in him not to shoot Declan in the head when he had come to apologize for Senna's unexpected death.

Being back in Launceston made Senna's death final. Stepping foot inside their apartment. Seeing Joss. Carrying her casket. It had put it all into perspective for him. The final nail in the coffin had been Declan O'Reilly being smug enough to face him.

Yet through all of it, Greg had managed to maintain composure. At least he was in public. The loft that he once lived in with Senna was turned upside down. The walls littered with holes. The bed they slept in was over turned. The place looked like the inside of one of those old bar movies after the wild fight scene happened. Greg stood in the middle of the wreckage blood dripping from his hand. Behind him sat his gun and an unopened bottle of whiskey.

The ringing of his cell phone in his pocket pulled him back to reality.

"I'll be on a plane at 0600 hours." Greg Hennessy pressed the phone to his ear as he started towards the apartment door. He could hear the worry in Veronika's voice and while he did his best to ease it he knew for a fact that she had reason to worry.

Gregory Hennessy was an IED and anyone who was watching was waiting for him to explode

or implode.

"I'm fine, Veronika..." There was a pause for a moment before Greg offered her a promise he intended on keeping. "There's just one more thing I need to handle. Then I'll be home."

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"I'm sorry you know." Greg's voice was low and apologetic. "I didn't want it to end up this way. You don't deserve this."

"Then why?"

Greg brushed the red hair out of the womans face as he knelt down in front of her. When he did she instantly spat in his face. Greg pressed his eyes closed as he wiped the back of his hand against his face - getting rid of her spit.

"I needed to make it right. Senna deserved better Sera. Better than me and better than your damn family."

Sera shook her head as she pulled at the binds that held her in the chair.

"Declan loved you like a son until you became a fuckin rat. He just did what he needed too."

He just did what he needed to.

Was she fucking kidding him? Greg was done playing around. One thing was true though. Senna had deserved better. Greg grabbed a hold of the knife sitting on the tray beside him. There wasn't a moment of hesitation as he slammed the knife into her thigh - twisting it slowly. Greg watched as Sera bit down on her bottom lip in order not to scream.

"Do you know that Senna called me right before he died?" Greg said as he pulled the knife out slowly before jamming it into another leg. "I can still hear her screams. She was brave though. Braver then you're going to be."

Gregory Hennessy wasn't going to be showing Sera any mercy.  

Four hours.

Sera had lasted four hours until had succumbed to her injuries. His knuckles were bruised. The gray t-shirt he was wearing was covered with blood. Sera's head was slumped forward. Her face barely unrecognizable. Greg lifted Sera's body and carried her out towards his awaiting car.  Dropping the body in his trunk Greg's eyes flickered to his watch to check the time. He had 45 minutes before his flight left for Porto.

Twenty minutes later Greg was standing in the middle of Launceston's airport awaiting his flight. When his phone started to buzz in his pocket. A smile pulled on his lips as he pressed the phone to his ear. The instant growl in his ear made his smile grow wider.

"What's the matter? Didn't like my gift." Greg started towards his terminal as his flight was called. There was a laughter in his voice as he cast a glance over his shoulder. "Goodbye, Declan."

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“I hope I’m not too early. I figured it was best I got here before the actually meeting started. I know theres a few things you and I need to discuss.”

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aaron-plushenko:

Porto is definitely not where I imagined myself during summer.

Is it treating you right so far?

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veronika-auditore:

“Have I mentioned how completely unfunny you are?”

“Probably a few times now. I just assume you’ve hit your head too hard. Though in this case, it may be that someone hit you too hard. What happened?”