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Being the daughter of a drug addict may seem hard, but to Caprice "Stoney" Carcetti it's all she's ever known. She loves her life and loves her father. It's them against the world. That's all shattered when one day a family she never knew about enters the scene and rocks her world forever. Now, what will Stoney do when a family intervention forces her to navigate life alone for the first time?
A/N: NEW STOREH! Whooho!~See you at the bottom guys!
Santo "Stone" Carcetti had it all, money, fame, and family. That is until one ounce of crack cocaine entered into his life. In one instant nothing else mattered. Not his money. Not his illustrious career. Not his family Not his daughter...or his son. Not even his wife. All that mattered was getting another score of crack. CRACK.
Now, fifteen years and infinite heartache later, Stone Carcetti, is a broken, distant , and cold old man. His once shimmering black hair, was now a faded distant memory of chrome and tangles. No longer did women and children flock to him, now they ran from him tightly holding onto their purses as the children stared and pointed. That was just how far he'd fallen. He was a black sheep in a world of pure-breeds. He was a social pariah. Scum. Bottom of the barrel. He was a drug addict.
After a night of intense drinking, drugging, and booze, Stone found himself immersed in yet a tangled dilemma of cat and mouse. He has no one to call to come and bail him out. He's alienated everyone and his phone calls no longer matter. All Stone can do is wither and wait hoping that someone bails him out. What a long night it'd be.
Eight hours later
As the sun began to enter into the small cramped cell Stone heard the pounding footsteps of a guard. Without looking up, Stone gingerly picked himself off of the ground and dusted himself off. "Carcetti, you're spurng." Stone followed the guard out of the cell and into the halls as he shook off the pins and needles that had formed inside of his legs. He hated night of withdrawals, the cramps, the convulsions. Stone ran his hand through his damp hair, what he hated most of all was knowing that it meant that his little girl had to spend the night alone. Stone entered the room with countless police still glaring at him and smiled. He still knew how to captivate a room.
"It's ok boys, don't worry. I left plenty out there for you." Stone smirked as one of the cops pushed him out of the door. "No, need to get testy." The door slammed in his face and Stone was left to embrace the crisp fresh air that filled his lungs. He turned to walk down the street knowing that his ride was waiting. He shook his head, as much as he hated to say it, his daughter was a chip off of the old block. She really was, she had his wit, and his humor, but most importantly his street smarts and knack for sheer flair. Stone shook his head as he heard the grumble of a Cadillac approaching. Stone turned around to see the relaxed face of his twelve year old daughter pulling up behind him. She jumped out and hugged him as the car skidded to a stop.
"Fancy meeting you here," she said. Stone smiled and shrugged.
"I could say the same about you, shrimp." The young girl shook her head and walked around the vehicle entering on the passenger side. She hated driving, that is unless it was something stolen…and fast. Then however, she'd enjoy a good ride, just as much as the next person. What she hated by far the most was climbing into the old caddy and trying to hotwire the already over frayed wires. She licked her lips, there was no car she couldn't boost.
Stone slid in next to her and smiled. "I see you never fail to disappoint me, kid." The young girl shrugged.
"Didn't know you were still waiting."
"Oh, but I am."
That was it, that was how they conversed. In short succinct dialogue. There was no point to speak in any depth, he wouldn't be able to remember any of it anyway. Stoney had learned long ago that short quick sentences could be remembered for days maybe weeks even if it was a good week. If it was a bad week, maybe an hour. Stoney never knew which it'd be, all she knew that she better try. Not trying was as good as giving up on him, and that was something she refused to do. She simply refused. She'd try as long as he'd try.
The two rode in silence as they drove near the outskirts of town where their little hole in the wall was. It wasn't much, but it was enough to allow Stone to stretch out his inheritance to continue living a life of booze, crack, and happiness while still giving his daughter a roof over her head. On the way back, the young girl slipped into a deep sleep. Stone shook his head as he watched her drift off into a peaceful slumber. She was his alright. To call her his spitting image wouldn't do it justice, they were clones. From the their distant grey eyes, to the coldness that they lived with, they were the exact same. There was nothing about them that would distinguish them as separate, and they weren't. Never, in their twelve years together had they been a part for longer than two nights. Never. Not even when social services took her away, or when Stone spent his countless nights in the hospital. Somehow, someway they always found each other. Home was where the heart is. Home was what they had, when they were together. As far as Stone was concerned that's how they'd always be…together.
John Cena walked into his kitchen after a long day of weekend of work. He loved his job as a WWE superstar, but he loved his family more. He never imagined how drastic his life would change after his family moved from a small town in Massachusetts to a suburb of upstate New York. That is where he met his best friends and lifelong buddies, the Carcetti-Orton family. The Carcetti-Ortons were a family of generational Italian wealth. For as far back as anyone could trace, they'd been aristocrats. The family was made up of three boys and one girl. Needless to say when the Cenas moved in two streets over the children became inseparable forming a lifelong bond.
John came around the corner of his house and snuck up on his wife who gasped at his touch. She turned around smiling at him. "Tesoro mio." (my darling) The two shared a kiss and then broke apart as they heard feet scurrying. They smiled as little Nico John came barreling into the kitchen.
"Papa!" John glanced at his wife who shrugged smiling.
"Papa? What happened to daddy?" John turned to his wife. "More Italian? Geez, I'm already struggling to understand Carina when she talks, not him too?" His wife shrugged.
"At least, you have a translator." The two moved in for a kiss when Nico gagged.
"Eww gross, stop that." John smiled and ruffled his son's curly mop.
"Don't be jealous little man." Nico rolled his eyes.
"Carina, Papà è casa." (...daddy is home.) John smilled he couldn't help but to love his wife. She'd given him more than he could ever ask for. Almost instantaneously they heard another pair of footsteps running through the house.
"Daddy!" John smiled as walked towards his daughter.
"Now, there's my baby girl, I love it when someone in the house speaks English." Carina smiled at her father. He was simply the best. He never hesitated to tell her how beautiful she was or clear his schedule just to spend time with her. She was for sure a daddy's girl.
"I'm glad you're back, the rugrat here was giving me a headache." Nico snorted.
"Non è vero!" (That's not true.) John rolled his eyes as his sixteen year old daughter and his eleven year old son when at it in a language that he only understood in bits and pieces. He looked at his wife, who looked a bit preoccupied.
"Enough, you two," John said still staring at his wife who was paying them no mind at all. "Why don't you go and get started on your homework before dinner, me and Mama, need to talk." The two nodded and left the room scowling at each other. John turned to his wife with concern. "Tess, what's wrong?" His wife looked up at him and simply walked toward the answering machine.
"Tess, this is me, Nuccio. I just walked into work today and I found out that Stone was in here again last night. They say he looks pretty bad. I think we need to do something here really quick. They say he looked like he hadn't eaten in days. I'll be by after work. Ciao." John stared at his wife who was had her head cradled in her hands. In a swift motion, John wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close to his chest. He continued to rub her back in smooth circles as her chest heaved up and down. He shook his head. He hated to see her cry. John hated Stone more for making her cry. Why'd he have to go and be a heartless jerk? First he'd walked out on his job, then his family, and now this. He just seemed to be a cycle of never-ending drama.
John vividly remembered the day eleven years ago, when he was on his way to the airport and found Tess, Carina, and Giovanni huddled under a bridge in front of a fire trying to get warm. It had been two years after the divorce legal disputes that left them destitute and 'without a pot to piss in.' John had spent almost forty-five minutes trying to convince them to come home with him. It would only be until they could get on their feet he said. Still, they wouldn't budge. John would never forget the look of hopelessness that they shared. It seemed like the world was a lost cause for them. Like they'd given up beleiving that anyone could ever care for them. John burned with anger. He hated what Stone had done to them, he hated what the crack had done to him. He just hated Stone…with every fiber of his being. He hated him.
Tess finally stopped crying and composed herself. John put his hands on her shoulders and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead. He cupped her face in his hands. "Are you ok, now?" Tess took a deep breath and nodded.
"I just don't know what to do anymore." John sighed, they went through this at least twice a year. Every time, Tess would be right there ready to help Stone only to see him steal their money and their time. John was tired of it.
"Tess, mio amore, we have nothing to do with this anymore. Stone's a grown man and as much as we'd all like to see him get it together its his call. His." Tess nodded. (...my love.)
"I know that John, I do, but…"
"But what, Tess, but what?"
"There's something else." John was confused…something else? Fearing the worst, John treaded lightly.
"L-like what?" Tess took a deep breath, but the doorbell interrupted her thoughts. A few moments later, Randy Carcetti-Orton walked in. He hugged Tess and shook John's hand. "Bro, um can you go wait in the living room, me and Tess were just talking and…." Tess shook her head.
"No, John, Randy already knows." John was really starting to get worried.
"W-what's going on guys?" John looked between the two. Tess looked around as Randy bit his lip. "What guys!" The voice raising made Tess flinch and John sighed. She had never recovered from the years of verbal and physical abuse from Stone. Randy took a step forward.
"John, we have to help Stone, because well, he has another kid." John smiled in confusion.
"What?" Randy wrapped his arms around Tess who was about to breakdown at any minute.
"John, Stone cheated on Tess before they split up. He has a kid and he's raising her." John stopped for a minute. So all the while Stone was accusing Tess of cheating, he'd been the one doing it himself? John shook his head, his hatred for the man was growing by the second.
"What does this have to do with us?" Tess stepped forward.
"John, he's on crack, ok crack? Have you seen what he's done to our children? They haven't seen him in almost twelve years and yet they still have nightmares. We can't let him do that to another child. We can't." She sighed. "I can't." John sighed.
"Fine, what do we do?" Tess looked at Randy.
"We fight."
A/N II: Hey guys! Thanks for checking this one out…it's the product of a 430am wake up session. :P
Yes, this is a slight AU, but not totally. Both John and Randy are still WWE superstars, just different family lines.
Stone is a former wrestler as well, but his heyday has well passed.
This will be a drama filled with twists and turns and we discover, just what can happen when the rubber meets the road.
A/N III: Next chapter...Stone and his family reunite...er sort of.