Summary- He left not long ago to L.A., but somehow he ended up in the deep South. Now, Ric is partnered with a woman, a woman much younger than him. The two face challenges and adventures together, and he teaches her the business. All she ever wanted was to make her father proud of her, but she's got everything mixed up. Contains Slaudia as well!
Title- Kiss Me I'm Italian
Chapter 4- The Mancini Job
~Story~
Skylar bent around the corner of the alley, her gun hidden well in the shadows, with Ric behind her, ready for backup, but mainly for observation. "Shss...He's coming this way..." Her voice was quieter than a whisper, but intent. Ric grasped the tail of her shirt, makig sure she didn't lean to far. As soon as Robert walked by the corner, Skylar hit his pressure point in his neck, making him instantly faint.
Mr. Lansing tugged the man to the back of the alleyway, then checked him for wires before getting into the car. Ms. Corneilus helped lift the man into the back of her car, then she jumped into the passanger's seat. "Close call Richie!" The ambitious teenager claimed, observing the route back to 'their' home.
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As soon as they got there, Ric opened the garage door, as dragged the well-dressed agent into there. Quickly, before his awakening, she bound and gaged him into a deep, underground cell. Both took deep breaths, then sat down for a short few minutes.
"When do you think he'll come to?" He heard his younger counterpart ask him.
"Hopefully not soon, we still need to review and make sure the heat hasn't suspected us." 'Darth Lansing' obligely answered, thankful he had a bright student.
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Jason stormed into the room, then paused at the site of the darkest woman of Port Charles playing with a puppy. Claudia swiftly turned her head towards him, then smilied childishly. "What in the world? Does Sonny know you got a guard dog?"
"She's not a guard dog...And Sonny got her for me." Mrs. Corinthos stuck her nose up some, then faced Precious again and started playing tug-a-war again. Mr. Morgan shook his head, then saw Sonny run down the stairs, a smile plastered on his face. Though, Claudia took notice it was fixing to get ruined by Jason, the barrer-of-bad-news.
"What the hell is this whole Robert Mancini thing about?" The vixenella put the toy down begrudgedly, then pulled herself unto the couch, ready for business. "And how is Ric and this...this TEENAGER involved with it?!" He emphazied teenager, making a big deal out of it, even though it really was.
"Jason, come on, Rob is a undercover cop! You can't possibly trust him." Claudia intervined while sticking her arms out.
"This teenager so happens to be working with Ric. Her name is Skylar Corneilus. I've done some research on her, she seems to be a good kid." Sonny stated his reasons to his best friend and enforcer.
"Sonny, she's a teenager! Why the hell are you letting her ruin her life?!" The Quartermaine argued, yet, it was well expected.
"I'm not sure Jason. Skylar is like a mini-me for some reason. She's not sure, all she knows it's what she loves: power and respect!" Sonny couldn't help but like that he was defending somebody for once, even though it was for the wrong reason.
"And that's why you're letting her into the organization? Beause she's like you and Claudia?! Sonny, that's sick! Even for you!"
"Hey! Sonny makes his own decisions--"
"Calm down Claudia. I got this." Her husband reassured her. "She's not in yet. Robert Mancini was discovered, by her, that he's an FBI agent."
"So how does Ric fit into this?" 'Stonecold' questioned, wanting to know it all.
"Ric somehow ended up working for her family business. They got to know one another, then she asked him to teach her the business. He said only if she saved the Corinthos-Morgan-Zacchara organization. Something along those lines. All I know is, is that for someone her age, she's good. I see a lot of potential in that girl, and I want her to learn it right, or at least my way. Cause if she was to learn it on her own, and live in Port Charles, she would be an enemy, and Skylar seems to sweet for that." His sermon was over, and Jason shook his head again.
"Jason, why don't you get Spinelli to do some more research on her and see if we can trust her. Afterall, she is close friends, and partners, with Ric. So we have no clue what her real motives are." Claudia ordered nicely, almost beggingly. He nodded his head, then stormed out.
"Do you really think we can trust those two?" She asked her husband.
"Not sure yet. I'll try and give Ric a second chance. Afterall, it's what brother's do, right?" Sonny saw how his wife nod her head, then lead Precious to her pen, outside. "Well, I'm going to bed. Night Claudia."
"Night..."
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Change my attempt good intentions
Robert Mancini started to uncrack his eyes, his head pounding, and ears screeching. Everything was blurry for a few moments, but when his vision cleared up, he made out a lanky, young woman. He could feel blood drip down his head, maybe from hitting it hard. The woman, Skylar, saw that he was awake and walked towards him, hands on hips.
"Bout time you wake up cop." Her fingers laced around his locks and cocked his head back. Then, her right hand reached out for a pocket. "Now you listen up, and I mean it, you WILL tell me all that you've told and know about the Corinthos-Morgan-Zacchara orginzation!" Skylar demanded, the tone that Ric had learned had vanished, leaving the coldest voice he had ever heard.
"Or what...bitch?" Robert coughed and sneered at his capturer. Ms. Corneilus took out a pair of pliers and ripped off a finger nail. Mr. Mancini screamed in a horrorfying octive, sending chils down the other two. "You fucking bitch! I'm a cop! I'll have you hunted down and killed!"
"Then tell me what you know!" The nightmare carrying teenager yelled to the man, then saw there was no answer. Again, she pulled off another finger nail. "We can do this all night if we have to..." Silence over came them. Then, Ric stood up from the stool and walked over to the two.
Crouched over
You were not there
Living in fear
But signs were not really that scarce
Obvious tears
But I will not
Hide you through this
I want you to help
And please see
The bleeding heart perched on my shirt
"Tell us Robert, do you have any children?" The FBI agent tried hiding the answer, but had no luck.
"Bad answer Rob! It's too bad they won't be able to say goodbye." Ms. Corneilus ripped up another nail. "But if you tell us now, we'll be able to pass along a word or two!" Robert bit into his lip, feeling more blood spue from his body. This was his death. This was how it all was going to end. Even if he worked for good and kept people like these off the street.
"Is Robert Mancini even your name?!" Ric took notice how Skylar was taking care of the situation, so he went back and sat down again, watching intently.
"N-No..." Blood drained from his mouth, his lips going pale.
"Then what is it?!" Skylar didn't mean to rip out another nail, but she did. It felt good, almost satifying. Her lust to be powerful and domeaning. The cop had a bloodhurdling scream, but it added to her addiction, her rush.
"Gregory...Gregory Suhr..." Mr. Lansing watched every little nod his partner made with her head. He saw as she pushed at the chair and stood up right, then walked towards the other side of the room.
"Now that you're cooperating, why don't you tell us what you know..." Her voice was low and sinister.
Die, withdraw
Hide in cold sweat
Quivering lips
Ignore remorse
Naming a kid, living wasteland
This time you've tried
All that you can turning you red
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Hours have passed, and Gregory had already lost his fingernails, toenails, and most of his teeth. He hadn't bled to death, from his mouth, yet, mainly because Skylar took a metal tool and got the tip hot, then synged the places his teeth once were. "You're a sick bitch, ya know?" The cop spat at her, trying to tell his body to go numb. Mr. Corneilus pulled out another tooth, but this time let it bleed, so he could choke on it.
"Anything else you wanna tell us?!" Ric's eyes began to buldge, she wasn't giving up. She really was a monster underneath, but she kept it contained on a daily basis so well. Never in his life would he have thought she was capiable of these actions.
"I'm through bitch! What else do you want?!" The teenager smirked, than bashed the hard, metal tool against his head, knocking him out.
"Help me get him to the car, time for his to go see Sonny..."
Change my attempt good intentions
Should I, could I
Here we are with your obsession
Should I, could I
"Skye..." Mr. Lansing called to her in a quiet tone. It was serious, but gentle at the same time, something he learned to do when he meet the Corneilus family.
"Yeah?" Skylar kept starring out the window, her feet kicked up unto the dash.
"Even though what you did wasn't the holiest thing in the world, I'm still proud of you. you didn't show any fear or regret." There was no reply, just an eye squint, which he saw from the corner of her eye. They have gotten to know each other so well that they didn't need to speak to understand the other. Moments passed, long, long moments. "Not having second thoughts are we?"
"Hell no...I wasn't even thinking about Gregster back there, merely dinner." Ric slammed his foot on the breaks, Gregory flew into the fronts seats, but didn't phase the two. "What?! We need to get to your brother's!"
"You just assaulted a man and fucked him up pretty good, and all you can think about is what you're gonna eat tonight?! Not even I can do that girl!" Skye shook her head, her mouth opened, then faced back to the window. "You're unbelievable, but I guess that's a good thing."
"Can we just get to Sonny's real quick before the cops catch on to us?" Ms. Corneilus smiled, her body slightly thrusting forward in the seat from inertia as Ric let go of the clutch and pressed the gas down.
Crowned hopeless
the article read living wasteland
This time you've tried
All that you can turning you red
but I will not
Hide you through this
I want you to help
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Sonny barged down the stairs, grouchy. A few minutes ago, he heard Precious barking into the night, so he decided to go see what it was. As he made it to the landing, Ric and Skylar barged in with the FBI agent. Instantly, Sonny's eyes dropped, while Skylar's eyebrows raised at his hot body. She could feel Ric pinch her, so she gave him a once over to make him happy, but really, she also found him to be quiet handsome as well, but that was her dirty laundry to clean. "I didn't expect you to get this done so soon." Mr. Corinthos's voice was strong.
"Yeah, well, we tend to get things done faster when we work together." The teenager stated before her partner, taking complete control.
"What's going on...?" Claudia walked in yawning, pulling the crimson silk robe closer to her body. Ric tried not to stare, so he quickly walked to the bar and poured a glass of vodka.
"There's Rob--Greg. He is a cop..." Everyone looked at Ric, taking notice of his discomfort.
"You did a number on him Skylar. Nevertheless, good job. I'll handle the rest." The most fertile man in town complimented, then lead his wife down the short staircase and to the couch. He took his foot and moved Greg's head to the side.
"I aint leavin just yet!" Skylar yelped to the mob bosses unconciously.
"You will if my husband tells you too." Claudia barked to the teen, as if it was pure reflex.
"Claudia, if you can't control yourself, go back to bed," Mr. Corinthos calmly said. "You're wanting your cut, aren't you?"
"Sonny, please, forgive Skye for her ubruptness, she's just getting the violence out of her system."
Change my attempt good intentions
Should I, could I
Here we are with your obsession
Should I, could I
"No, I completely understand. When somebody like us," Sonny's hand reached out to the glass being handed to him by Ric, then he looked at everyone in the room," assaults someone, we tend to take out a lot of rage--
"And sometimes it's never enough, cause we be have so many things to take out on that man, but we can't kill him, so it's never done." His wife finished for him, stealing his glass for a brief moment and enjoying its strong taste.
"Right..." Mr. Corinthos went and sat down in his desk chair, leaning back and starring at the papers, then to Greg's unconcious self. "So...Skye, what is it you want?"
"She doesn't want anything but a raincheck!" Mr. Lansing pulled Skylar up and beside him, giving her no room to talk.
"Ric, you don't speak for her." Claudia insistingly interrupted, giving him a long, hard glare.
"I'm Ms. Corneilus's partner, we make decisions together Claudia." He hissed towards her, only to have Sonny stand back up in a jolt, and Skylar tug at his arm.
"We'll be back tomorrow, it's been a long night. Good night Mr. and Mrs. Corinthos." Skylar transfixed her eyes on both of them, then pulled Ric out the door and to the car.
Heave the silver hollow sliver
Piercing through another victim
Turn and tremble be judgmental
Ignorant to all the symbols
Blind the face with beauty paste
Eventually you'll one day know
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When the unlikly pair entered the dark house, not a word was said. They just took of their jackets and placed the keys on the end table, Ric walking to his room and Skylar to the kitchen. After about seven minutes, Mr. Lansing walked into the kitchen, only in gym shorts and a tank. "You okay Skye?"
She didn't answer for about a minute, but he kept leaning at the door way and starring at her. "I'm fine, just exhausted and famished." The teenager stopped her task, just looking down at the island. After a bried pause, Ric came up to her and gave her a hug when she turned to him.
"Don't worry. You can get out of this if you want.--"
"No! I want to do this. The cop isn't bugging me." He pulled back and shook his head, closing his eyes tenderly.
"It's always the first one that gets under your skin."
Change my attempt good intentions
Limbs tied, skin tight
Self inflicted his perdition
"Ya know, what Claudia and Sonny said was true about assault. You know I have some issues, and taking them out on that cop felt so good."
"I'm waiting for the but..." She looked him over for a second, not sure what to say.
"BUT, I hate Sonny for wanting to kill him. There's just no satisfaction in it..." Ric felt his body go cold, her aura was almost demonic, it sent such a chilling vibe. Yet, he knew better, like he said before, her hearts in the right place. All she needs to know is how to express that love.
"This dinner!?" He quickly changed the subject and went for a bowl to get some of the Basil Presto pasta Skylar had made for them. Without hesitation, she made him a bowl, and handed him a fork.
Should I, could I
Change my attempt good intentions
Should I, could I
Should I, could I
A/N- All credit for the song goes to 10 Years, it's called Wasteland. Please tell me what you think of teenage Skylar's actions with the mob and her dynamic chemistry with the brothers and Claudia. Sorry there wasn't much Clauson, I'll try and get more later.
