Summary: Ridge was always underestimated because of his family. He couldn't disown the fact that he enjoyed the power and respect, but like everyone, he wanted a chance. Now, after deciding to go against his mother's wishes, Ridge goes to Port Charles to get his second chance, and reunite his parents. Is the really hope for Ridge and his mission to find himself?
Title: Love Lockdown
Chapter 2: Weapon Of Mass Seduction
Author: Ms. Charity Howard (Mob Princess)
~Story~
"Ah, Josslyn, nice to finally meet you!" Ridge's voice was loud and Anthony Zacchara like. The blond stared at him in shock. How did he know her name?
"Who are you?" Josslyn noticed his disappointed eyes. With hesitation, the blond walked off the landing and towards him.
"Do you not remember me? That's so depressing…" The mobster showed off his dimples, hoping she would take recognition in them and put the pieces together. Moments passed, and still the slightly older woman held a questionable look on her angelic face. "No worries, you will soon. Tell our brothers they should expect me." He turned to leave, but his arm was grasped.
"You're Ridge…Claudia's son with Sonny, right?" His dark orbs pierced into hers. There were no words, just his look. Again, he turned and left. "I'm right! I knew it!" Josslyn ran over and grabbed his elbows, forcing him to look at her.
"You must really be much like Mrs. Jacks, seeing as how you're just so damn talkative." The probing man joked.
"Not even funny, I'm like your older sister once removed!" The twenty something year old retorted, her lip protruding.
"Ah, but you're not. Sorry Josie, but I just can't picture you as related, not even as a God-sister." Finally, he pried his arm from the blond and began to walk off.
"And where do you think you're going Corinthos?" Ridge stopped for a second, thinking of how to answer her and not get caught up in a conversation, or reveal too much.
"Zacchara…" His voice became low and serious.
"What?" Josslyn chirped instantly.
"It's Ridge Zacchara, not Ridge Corinthos. My father didn't come to get me, so why should I carry his name?" For what seemed the millionth time, Ridge picked his feet up and walked again, but didn't stop to answer any of her questions.
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The Zacchara strolled over to an empty barstool away from the other two people, forcing him to the last seat furthest from the door. When he was seated, a mid fifties man walked over, a devious smile on his face, but it still seemed pleasant. "What can I get ya?" The bartender asked.
"Vodka rocks…something to take the edge off." Ridge solemnly stated, uninterested in conversation with another Port Charles citizen. Within seconds, the older man was back with his drink.
"New around here?" Ridge forced himself not to roll his eyes, but still obliged to answer.
"Guess you can say that. It's been a while since I've been here," He bit his lip, then looked the other man in the eyes, "Sorry, didn't catch your name."
There was a certain intimidation in the Zacchara's voice, but it wasn't easily detected. "Coleman Ratcliffe. And you are?"
Ridge felt the sudden urge to lie, but he also wanted to protect himself as good as possible, at least until his Mom came back to town. "Corbin Jackson." Damn. He cussed silently at how stupid of a name he picked. He quickly shot back his vodka rocks, and then stood up and walked over to the pool table. Coleman nodded his head and then went back to the other people to socialize.
Not even five minutes had passed, when another dark looking man came strolling into the bar, striping his coat and hanging it on the coat rack. "Cassadine, wussup?" Coleman shouted, waving his hand and was returned with the same gesture.
Ridge observed with his peripherals of the new face. He bet over the table, examining his desired move, then quickly snapped the billiard pole forward, slamming it to the white ball, which inertia sent it to a cluster of stripes and solids. "Mind if I join?" The 'Cassadine' approached him and asked as nice as he could, but there was still that demand in it.
He thought about it for a second, but then shook his head. "So I hear you're a Cassadine? Haven't heard much of your family." Ridge tried to make conversation as he put the balls back into the wooden triangle as the other man picked his desired pole.
"You must not be from here if you haven't heard about us Cassadine's. Spencer by the way." Just then, Ridge knew he was defiantly talking to his cousin.
"Well, I lied earlier to Coleman there about whom I was, but, seeing the situation I'm in, guess I shouldn't lie to you: My name's Ridge. Nice to finally meet you Spencer." The Zacchara showed off his million dollar dimples, causing a woman eavesdropping to become aroused. Spencer noticed, as did Ridge.
"Ridge: Weapon of Mass Seduction," both the men laughed for a bit, and then Spencer broke, "How the hell did you know my name?"
"You're a prince, known by the whole world. I've heard your name tossed around a few times, but haven't really looked into anything." Ridge answered, not letting his smile go, teasing the strange woman.
"You said were in a different situation with me. What did you mean?" Spencer kept questioning him.
"Why do you insist on playing 20 Questions with me?" Both men's dark eyes leered into the others, neither softening the tension.
"Answer my question and there won't be a problem." The Cassadine heir stated, then dropped the stare competition and bent over to get a good view on the move he was going to make.
"Spencer…We're cousins." Ridge unwillingly told his older cousin.
"You won't believe how much I get that. Let me guess: One of Uncle Sonny's, Uncle Lucky's, or Aunt Alexis'? Wait, you can't be one of Aunt Alexis'; I would have grown up with you. So, you're either Lucky's or Sonny's. Which one?" The Zacchara was amazed how well he was being read by someone other than his mom or Uncle Rudy.
"Take a wild guess…" The younger of the two set down the pole, bored off playing a game of pool, then leaned against the wall.
"The majority comes from Sonny…" Both trailed off, and then Spencer caught wind of Ridge's secret, "I'll keep quiet, seeing how that's what you want."
"You really are a Cassadine: you're great at reading even the most difficult people." Ridge complimented, and then walked over to the bar for another drink, along with Spencer.
"You're not so bad yourself Ridge." They clinked their unopened bottles of beer.
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"Claudee…" Rudy yelled out, knowing full and well his niece was losing her hearing, but thankfully, it wasn't too bad.
"He's around his good-for-nothing father…He's around Sonny…" Rudy took notice of the shakiness in her voice and how her lip quivered.
A/N: Sorry, I cut it short. I want to save Claudia's conversation with her uncle for the next chapter! And for the Weapon of Mass Seduction thing, I got that off my Dancing With The Stars shirt which you can order from !
