LIFE IS ON

  SYNOPSIS: Harry Hagen's fate takes unexpected turns, building him up as the strongest Don in the entire country, meanwhile he learns, and transforms into a strong man.  Click on the title to read the chapter: 1.  CHAPTER 1 2.  CHAPTER 2 3.  CHAPTER 3 4.  CHAPTER 4 5.  CHAPTER 5 6.  CHAPTER 6 7.  CHAPTER 7 8.  CHAPTER 8

 "I have a private plane organized for you two, just move as quickly as possible to Chicago and keep your children safe!" said Harry on the phone talking to Tom, explaining to him how his life could be in danger after all that happened, "Elicia is tense Harry, and she told me to tell you that she wants to cut all ties with you," said Tom, Harry paused for a while and then continued, "Tom, even I didn't want this Oli, even in his last breathe, I had him to my heart and vowed, tell Elicia I still love her despite all this, and you too take care," said Harry. No goons, No friends, Harry dressed up and went all by himself just with one gun to have his enemies dead.  The Andersen family, with Travis, Jake, Quincy, and their son were all at the local holy church to get their son Baptized. The father blessed their son and the entire Andersen family after which they all walked out of the church. They weren't carrying their guns or any other weapons when Ha...

 Jake Andersen checked in the hotel and enquired about Harry Hagen's room, and learned that he went straight up to his room to be welcomed by his chief bodyguard Oliver. Harry had been waiting since morning on his chair with an opened window giving a beautiful view of Philadelphia. Jake Entered the room when Harry's sight went sharp on him. "Don Harry! a pleasure seeing you!" said Jake, "Pleasure is mine," Harry said in a low voice shaking hands with Jake and giving him a seat in front of him. Oliver too sat on a chair next to them. "So, how was your journey? Did you like this city?" asked Jake, "I was good, how are things going? how is the Don?" asked Harry, "Dad is not doing so good, he is on his bed, so I showed up, we could switch to our place if you like to!" said Jake, "No! I am fine with this hotel, the view is beautiful," said Harry, "Great! so let's talk about the business shall we?" Jake asked, ...

 Don Harry Hagen, sits on his throne in Brooklyn. With Don Vito's blessings, this new Don began his day planning to normalize the business with six families. After a month of Hobbie's death, it was ever difficult for anyone to figure out who killed Hobbie Brown, Harry became what he feared and maybe that's every man's fate. You become what you fear, Harry wore a blue coat and pants with brown polished shoes. A white shirt with a blue tie. Mostly the members of crime families and Dons would wear suits for they never knew in whose wedding they might have to go, and also whose funeral it might be next? Hagen learned about the business from Vito for this entire month and was ready to take action for he was a Don by blood. This was the same boy who was helpless at age of seven, and the same man who was one of the most powerful crime families, at age of thirty. Harry also grew a beard in this while and looked like an absolute don. A new life began from this day. The six famil...

 It was a winter evening with roads and allies covered all over with snow. The commotion was regular on the streets, and children were playing as usual. Lamp posts were lightened up but were also covered with snow. Harry Hagen was walking down the lane and watching everything he goes by on the road. Soon he stopped at a local coffee shop where Don Vito had been waiting for him. "My father wanted the best for me, he never wanted me to be in this life and now I know why?" said Hagen, "I knew him, we did business, a very sorted man and a good father, but he could never differentiate loyalty and dishonesty," said Don Vito, "It was a Sicilian Don Antonio on the phone last night, I told him to call you, but he had very little time, so he couldn't complete his word,". "What is it Vito, tell me," "Six families have united and want your assassination, they want you dead, for ruining their businesses, and Antonio was one of them," "They ...

 Don Francis, the head of Pennsylvania crime family didn't have sweet relations with Don Hobbie Brown. Since the time they started Hobbie made a few rivals with many crime families with whom, his hitman would go and settle the fights. But Hobbie nowadays was planning to build a relationship with them, good relationships. "It is too hard for me to hold a grudge against anyone Hagen, now I want to be friends with all those I had avoided my hand, let's make some new friends," said Hobbie, Harry nodded his head in agreement when Hobbie said, "Do you have a grudge against anyone?" Hobbie asked, "I do have a grudge on someone, but I do want to crush it down and finish it, how long can someone be so bitter about one thing, so let things go," said Harry, "But are you fine?" Hobbie insisted Harry tell him but Harry denied it.  The two went to the local bar to meet Don Francis who had been looking forward to seeing Hobbie. Francis was a man with a ...

 "I'm still, of the night..." Harry was singing lying down on the floor at night thinking about the one year he had passed in the jail. No letters, no visitors, no contacts with someone outside, he had even forgotten why was he even in jail, all he had was Hobbie Brown who was leaving the cell the next day. Harry slowly closed his eyes and crawled into a deep sweet sleep. The next morning, Harry woke up to find Hobbie Brown in his cell, giving him a final hug before the release. "I am glad, you are free now," said Harry with a giggle, "Indeed I am, it was a pleasure to be friends with you," said Hobbie shaking hands with Harry. "Well, the pleasure was mine," said Harry, "Behave nicely, do your chores, and see the miracle, they might set you free soon!" said Hobbie when Harry nodded. Turning around Hobbie left the room but before leaving he reminded Harry, "I hope, you still remember that we had a deal?" "I do, and I...

 The jail was filled with all kinds of creatures around the crime world. The murderers, the molesters, the thugs, and many more. Harry would walk through them finding his place as a criminal while he was just a normal boy who tried to avenge his sister. A middle-aged man would sit in a special cell being treated respectfully by every guard and criminal in the place. Harry observed him usually and he would observe Harry back. After fourteen days, Harry's cell was shifted to a new block where he made a group of friends of his own age. They would play cards, football, and wrestle in the ground of the cell which made it possible for Harry to survive and get more fit.  "How is it going for you, new bird?" asked a fellow mate sitting beside Harry on the ground, "I have to spend a year somehow, I think I would make it," said Harry. "A couple of rules though, stay away from the beasts!" said the man. "What are beasts?" asked Harry curiously. "Th...

 "How is your school going?" asked Don Henry Hagen looking at his seven-year-old son Harry Hagen who replied, "No one likes to be friends with me, they are all scared of me,", "Well, be kind, smile, help them, share your lunch and, they would be friends, how are your studies anyhow?" asked Don Henry. "I like mathematics, and my teacher also likes me," said Harry. "That is good, let's hope you make something out of it then," said Henry smiling at his son. The entire Hagen crime family was at the dining table having their dinner together, Don strongly believed that a family which doesn't eat together, is not a real family. Don's wife Marie Hagen, his son Harry, his five-year-old daughter Elicia Hagen, his trustworthy hitman Travis Andersen and his accountant Grimmer Fisk were all enjoying their Turkey. "Dad, what do you like to study?" asked Harry, "Well, I like to study people my son!" said Henry followed ...

 5:02A.M. 4th DECEMBER 1976. DRAFT 1.12.04 I was born in the city of Texas but never liked my town. My father used to sell beef, so I used to help him in the business usually and from there I got training on cutting beef nicely. Father would punish me for my every mistake, 5 strokes of the cane on my ass, and 10 doses of insulting me every time. My father used to beat my mother, and my mother used to beat me, and I used to beat my sister, but she had no one to beat, so my sister used to do dishes in her free time. One day she broke a fragile plate, for which dad slapped her three times the same night, but our mom stepped into the chaos to save her but got the same treatment from my father. I wasn't sure, how my mom was living her life for past so many years. When I was 14, dad brought a new lady in the house whom he had married and kicked my mom including me and my sister out of the house.  My mother took us to our Aunt's house and we started living there. Mom used to look lif...