A/N: I own nothing except Rachel Corinthos and any other unknown characters I use.
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How do I tell the man i had a crush on how I felt, without getting my heartbroken...twice? ( I was kind of already in a relationship with somebody, but I'll get to that later.) This was all I could think about while I sat in my English class half listening to my professor, Mr. Moretalli, as he was explaining the modern day Shakespearean. There he sat to the right of me, two seats down and yet we hardly ever spoke to each other. Well, it was more liek we never talked to each other. He was the most amazing man I had ever seen, except for my brother adn Jason. He stood over six feet tall, he had dirty blonde hair, and the most exquisite deep green eyes. His name was unknown to me but I figured that if I could get him to talk to me then maybe he might say his name. I, Rachel Corinthos, was afraid to talk to a boy. Well...at least this boy didn't have any connections to the mob...I hoped.
My brother would kill me if he knew that I had been in a relationship with a boy who had ties to the five families. But what he doesn't know won't kill him. My brother was always getting on my case for dating guys I didn't know, especially those with ties to the business. You'll understand later what our business is. My brother was Michael "Sonny" Corinthos, head of the five families in Port Charles, New York. Port Charles is a small town about an hour outside of New YorkCity, a town in which everybody knows everybody else, and if anything bad happens two of three people are usually blames. No matter if they did it or not. Thsoe people happen to be Jason Morgan, (whom you'll learn about later); Sonny and oh you'll never guess this one...ME. Yup that's right I said me. I've never been known as Sonny's little sister. Oh no, I was not going to be known by that, I had to make a name for myself, even if it did mean jail time, but that was never going to happen. At least not anytime soon.
Oh, I'm sorry I didn't introduce myself, I'm Rachel Corinthos, and being that my brother is Sonny Corinthos, meant I could typically get away with murder. Maybe not murder...Okay maybe murder, but don't tell anyone. Mac Scorpio had it in for my family (okay that only consisted of my brother adn I but that didn't matter.) Mac Scorpio is District Attorney for Port Charles, and would like nothing more than to put the three of us away (most of the time for nothing) but that didn't matter we always kept our hands clean. We were the famous trio, and as much as everybody thought nothing could get in our way of protectingour territory, or the peopel we cared about; they were wrong. We always had somebody in our territory. Welcome or unwelcomed.
However, me being nineteen I thought nothing of it and made my own decisions. Our mother died when I was two and my father two years later, ever since then Sonny has been the only family I have known and loved. (Aside from my foster family.) Oh, then there is Jason, he is both my brother and my right hand man, and if we were needed or wanted anything done weusually went to him for it. Not only was he our right hand man, but he was also my best friend, he was always there for me when Sonny wasn't. For example, if I ever had a problem with a boy or a member of the fivefamilies hitting on me, Jason knew how to put them in their place. Not that I couldn't handle them myself, because believe me I could.
I had just returned to the Paris Towers five minutes ago; that was the name of the building we had lived in for a little over ten years. Sonny's penthouse was on the right and the penthouse I lived in was on the left when you got off the elevator. I decided to see if anybody was hoem at Sonny's; as I turned the corner to Sonny's I noticed that Derek wasn't at his post, that wasn't unusal but when I yelled he didn't appear. Now that...that was werid. he always showed up when you hollered for him. I placed my backpack on the floor next to the front door, then I opened the door unsure of what I might find...When I walked in everything seemed in palce, Michel's trucks weere on the floor in front of the couch adn Carly's keys where on the table where she always left them. I walked further into the house, hand on my gun just in case. I always carried a gun with me, and when I went to school it stayed in the car. I was somewhat expecting my nephew, Michel, to come running down teh stairs, but when he didn't appear I hollered into the house. It was a week before Christmas so I knew that they were suppose to be home they hadn't told me abouot any vacation plans and Sonny always made a point to invite me or tell me they were going someplace.
"Sonny? Carly? Michel? Jason? Is anybody home? Hello, anybody here?" I walked up teh stairs to find not only the bedrooms empty but also the nursery. Carly was eight months pregnant and could go into labor at any minute. (She never lasted beyong her eighth month.)
Beep. Beep. Beep. My cell phone was vibrating in my back pocket.
"Hello?" I asked as I half walk; half ran down teh stairs and out the door, picking up my bag on the way out as I raced across the hallway.
"Rachel. It's Jason. We need you to fly out to the island right now, its not safe for you." Jason somewhat yelled into the phone.
"Jason, slow down. Don't tell me it's not safe, you know taht ic an handle my own againstany one of the five families. What's going on anyhow, where are you?" Dumb question, since he had said coem to the island.
"It's not the five families, its Carly." My mind went into overdrive for concern taht something had happened. "She went into labor on the island. Sonny sent her and Michel to the island to make sure that Lorenzo couldn't get to them." Sonny usually sent Carly and Michel to the island when he didn't think he could protect them. Okay so now I wasn't so concerned. "Lorenzo was with her." Now I was concerned again."He wants nothing more then to destroy any part of teh family." Jason said, although I could tell soemthing was wrong. I hung up my phone and ran as fast as I could in to my penthouse, threw my bag on the couch and decided to pack.
As I ran up the stairs it dawned on me that nobody was home, my older sister, whom I had found out about less then a year ago, Courtney, was living with me. I pulled out my phone and dialed her number as fast as my fingers could go across the keypad.
"Hello." I heard the sweet sound of my sister on the other end of the phone.
"Courtney are you still in town?" I asked as I packed what clean clothes I could find into a small bag, flung it over my shoulder adn ran down the stairs, hoping she wouldn't ask too many questions.
"I'm at Kelly's Diner. Why what wrong? Has something happened to Jason or Sonny?" Courtney had a thing for Jason and Jason one for her, but they were not allowed by Sonnyto see each other. They didn't really care though they still saw each other and Sonny hated it.
"No, has Jason called you? Get over to teh house now, it's business and you're not safe." When I said the word business she knew that not only could I not tell her, but she understoof that it was big and I was not joking around. Click. Another sign that she understood, and she woudl ask no questions. In the short time that it took her to get home, I had made arrangements for a car to be waiting outside and for the Corinthos-Morgan plane tobe ready when we got to the airport.
"Go upstairs and pack now. Make it quick." I said as adamantly as I could when she came causally walking through the door. Although Courtney was older then myself, she understood that i was more in charge if and whenSonny and Jason were out of town. Just as quickly as I had told her, she was back down the stairs suitcase in hand.
"Can you at least tell where we are going?" She was always careful with the questions she asked because she knew there were a couple of questions that were off limits to both her and Carly. Like was the wordbusiness meant.
Bang! Bang! Bang! The pounding on the door got louder and louder with everyhit.
"Courtney go down the back stairs and out to the car. I'll be down in five minutes and if I'm not leave without me." I whispered as sternly as I could, without giving it away that somebody was home.
I turned back around, pulledout my gun from the backside of my jeans.I walked quickly yet quietly towards the door, gun ready to fire. I looked through the peephole in the door, nobody was there. Iopened the door only four inches and yet it was enough to see that there was a package on my door stoup. Ok, it looked like a box for a cat except, it was ticking loudly. I ran as fast as I could and made it halfway down the back stairs whenI felt the stairs shake and yet I didn't stop or darelook back for Iknew exactly what had happened. I kept running until I was in the car with Courtney.
"Max. Drive!" Max was our bodyguard and driver when we needed it.
"what teh hell was that noise?" Courtney tried to get details from me but knew that if I didn't answer then she would not know until I was ready to tell her or unless it was very necessary for her to know. Other words everything was on a need to know basis for her and Carly. And they both knew it and yet some days that didn't stop them form asking the questions we couldn't answer, which they did every day.
I sat quiet for teh twenty-minute ride to the airport. In twenty minutes time I had completely forgotten about Courtney, who sat no more thenthree feetaway. I looked across the seat to where shesat. Courtney was athletic, storng, and very storngminded, plus she hated teh one word she couldn't ask questiosn about. Business. One thing about her that nobody understood was how she could so easily kick your ass, but yet at the same time she was so nice about it. At this moment though I couldn't read her expression and I was too afraid to ask for the fearthat she might want to know more then I was willing to tell her. I would later realize that her expression was a mix of sadness, curiosity, and wanting. I heard the engine shut off and Max climb out.
"Here we go. Courtney you ready?" I askedpicking up my purse.
"I guess, just as long as we're safe and nothing has happened to Jason. I guess I am all set." She said in a voice just above a whisper.
"Ladies." Max opened the door of the oversized SUV. I stepped out, then Courtney; we were met with the cold air of New York in December and January. There in front of us was the Corinthos-Morgan jet ready and waiting.
Courtney had on a pair of low rise hip-hugger jeans, a long sleeve green shirt that ended just after her belly button and if she moved just right you could see the diamond stud in her belly and the tattoo on her back. She alsohad on a pair of black knee high, heeled boots, and a long black dress coat. I, myself had something similar on, except that my shirt was white and a black metal piece of a .45 caliber police special shown from from under my had shoulder length, straight blonde hair, blue eyes, and she was afraid to tell Sonny about her tattoo. I, however, was unafraid to tell Sonny about my eaight tattoos and of the thirty-four piercings I had. (Don't worry none of them dirty.) I had sixteen in each ear, one in my eyebrow, and one in my belly button. I also had what soem people called a mop of hair.It went down to the small of my back, it was dirty blonde, wavy and it was so thick that I usually just tied it up in a ponytail. Which was the way it was now.
We had been in the air less then ten minutes when my phone went off.
"Corinthos!" Depending on my mood, I either answered with my last name or hello. Right now I was in a mood where nobody wanted to mess with me.
"Where are you two?" Sonny's panic filled voice filled my ear. Something else had happened on the island that nobody was telling me about and I wanted to know what and why they hadn't told me.
"What's going Sonny? How did you know that Courtney was with me?" I always asked a hundred questions, except I didn't ask the one question I should have; which was " what happened that you haven't told me?."
"Courtney called Jason when you were still in the house. Rachel you should see the baby, he's beautiful. We name him Morgan Andrew Corinthos." Whenever anything good happene dto Sonny or anybody he loved, you coudl always tell because Sonny's voice was filled with power and love. This time something was missing because you could hear the love but the level of power was missing and that was a bad thing.
"Sonny. How is Carly? How about Michel is he okay?" Then all I heard was dead air; Sonny would hang up on me if I asked too many questions.
Courtney came back in carrying a tray of crackers, chips, sodas, and chocolate bars. Sonny hated when we didn't eat healthy food. I remember a time when Sonny walked in on me eating a bag of ships and drinking a soda as I cleaned the hosue. I started laughing as I remembered the look on his face.
"Yum, that looks so good." I commented on the food.
"The pilot said we'd be landing in an hour and a half. Do you want any?" She asked in a voice that said "tell me what the hell is going on."
"Yeah of course. have you ever known me to pass up anything with word chocolate in it?" I laughed when I saw the look on her face. For the next hour and a half we laughed and talked without giving another thought to anything or anybody else.