I'm not in the whole "mob" scene, though I came up with this when Faith
started her vendetta against Sonny. A different twist on Sonny's ever
rotating door of enemies... and a different outcome.
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The Beginning
She walked into the dark office slowly and quietly, with a purpose. Deciding not to sit, she stood next to the polished, oak desk. It was clean as it could be and the only think that made it look occupied was the picture frames that contained five photos. The photos were all of the occupant's family... all happy, enjoying life. She was happy for the occupant... and proud.
Looking down at her black boots, tight blue jean pants, white baby t-shirt, and black leather jacket; she sighed at her appearance. If she was going to pull this off, she would need some new and decent clothes. She was definitely looking like her male counterpart and she couldn't have that. They didn't know who she was and the less they knew, the more confident she knew she could pull this off.
"Always late," she mumbled as she looked down at her watch. As weariness set in from the past days events, she finally resolved to sit down in a chair that was located in front of the oak desk. She set her hand on top of the desk and tapped her nails.
"Sorry I'm late," the other woman said as she speedily walked into the office and settled behind the desk. She carried in her right arm, two files. Settling behind the desk, her desk, in a black chair; she sighed and set the files on top.
The first woman laughed as she stopped the tapping. She would think something was wrong if she wasn't late. "That's okay... life is like that."
The second woman giggled. "I was thinking genetic. Everyone seems to run on their own clock... except for you."
She nodded in agreement as she thought more about it. "It's all set," she said as she brought up the subject. It was part of the reason why she was there, that and to catch up on the going-ons of her life. Surprisingly, she missed the other woman much when she was away on business and such.
"Are you sure?" she asked. She opened up the files on her desk and looked through them slowly. "I don't want anything to go wrong. I want him alive... the other dead, him alive and people think he's dead until I figure out a right punishment."
"I'm sure and whatever you decide in the form of punishment is okay with me. Though I want to help with that part too," the second woman said with a slow nod. At first she was skeptical of the woman. It wasn't the first time the woman before summoned her services, only to decide not to go through with them. Deep down, she had no idea why she was scared. It was in their family blood to do things like that...
She nodded, granting her request. "So she thinks she's the one coming up with all of this? Like it's her idea?" the woman asked determined to continue with her plans. She knew she was known for chickening out when it came to things like what she had planned.
But after what he did to her and her family... she knew she had to except her position and destiny in her own family legacy. The one that she spent so much time hiding from... but when she started her own family with her husband and child, she knew she had to do what ever it took to protect them.
She nodded again. "She thinks it's all her idea, just the way you want it. It shouldn't be traced to you... but you can't be too sure. They might be able to still figure out that you're behind it."
She shrugged her shoulders as she hadn't had a care in the world. "I don't care sister dear. He almost destroyed my family... all the hurt and uneasiness that he caused. Always having us to look over our shoulder will stop... and it stops when he's gone."
The first woman raised her eyebrow in amazement. She has never known for the other woman to be so bent on revenge and punishment. Growing up, she was always the peacemaker, quiet, never bothered anyone... she guessed Port Charles has changed her little sister. As far as she was concerned, it was for the better.
"What?" she asked as she looked at her facial expressions.
"It's strange seeing you like this," she answered as she settled more into the chair. "You use to always let people run all over you... then you decided not to accept your fate and duty after I passed it over."
She thought about her sister's words for a moment. "I did... everyone, you, papá, mama, even our older sister and at one point in time... my husband. I accepted because of papá."
Nodding, she agreed.
"Why did you pass over this position?" she asked. She always pondered that question, since their father's funeral only four months ago; but never had a chance to ask her sister until then.
It was always her fate to work within the family, everyone did whether they wanted to or not... though she never thought it would be doing what she's doing at the moment. Her position was passed down from first born girl to next first born girl in the family whether it is mother to daughter or aunt to niece. Their grandmother possessed the title, and then her father after no other girls were bore from her under the condition that when the next woman was born and became of age the status would once again be hers.
"I like to get dirty sister... you know that," she said as she stood. "The desk thing and making all the decisions is not for me. It was more you, than you want to admit." She also knew how close their father and she were... and it was always his dream for either her or their older sister to claim the title.
She smiled. She did have to agree, her sister did pick the right job and the job that she has now was more her style. Finally accepting on her part, that was the hard thing.
"Papá would be proud of you," she said as she paced the room. "'Mi bebé, nuestro bebé'... little Giovanna all grown up, wife, mother, sister, daughter, owner of Deception cosmetics... head of the crime family."
Gia smiled at the first phrase. It was something her father and older sister always said before each past away.
"Setting out to right the wrong... a revenge of sorts," she continued. "He has hurt us all Giovanna, remember that... our sister is gone because of him and not to mention some of our extended family members have also died because of him and his constant flow of enemies that seem to clutter Port Charles."
"I know, that's why I'm doing this... its top priority in this family," Gia said as she stood from her chair. Walking slowly to her sister, she held out her arms and engulfed her in a hug. "I know you two were closer and her death hurts you more than me... he will pay, whether you do it or I, he will pay."
She nodded slowly and then stepped away. "Give me a week."
"He better be dead," Gia said. "Otherwise I can't go on with the rest of my plan." She turned away from her sister and sat back behind her desk. Opening a small drawer, Gia shuffled the contents around until she found a small coin purse. She opened the purse and pulled out a driver's license and two credit cards. "A fake id and two cards to get you some better clothes..."
She took the cards and rolled her eyes. Walking to the door, she was stopped by Gia's voice. "What Giovanna?"
"Welcome back Sam," Gia said with a smile as she watched her sister walk out of her office.
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The Beginning
She walked into the dark office slowly and quietly, with a purpose. Deciding not to sit, she stood next to the polished, oak desk. It was clean as it could be and the only think that made it look occupied was the picture frames that contained five photos. The photos were all of the occupant's family... all happy, enjoying life. She was happy for the occupant... and proud.
Looking down at her black boots, tight blue jean pants, white baby t-shirt, and black leather jacket; she sighed at her appearance. If she was going to pull this off, she would need some new and decent clothes. She was definitely looking like her male counterpart and she couldn't have that. They didn't know who she was and the less they knew, the more confident she knew she could pull this off.
"Always late," she mumbled as she looked down at her watch. As weariness set in from the past days events, she finally resolved to sit down in a chair that was located in front of the oak desk. She set her hand on top of the desk and tapped her nails.
"Sorry I'm late," the other woman said as she speedily walked into the office and settled behind the desk. She carried in her right arm, two files. Settling behind the desk, her desk, in a black chair; she sighed and set the files on top.
The first woman laughed as she stopped the tapping. She would think something was wrong if she wasn't late. "That's okay... life is like that."
The second woman giggled. "I was thinking genetic. Everyone seems to run on their own clock... except for you."
She nodded in agreement as she thought more about it. "It's all set," she said as she brought up the subject. It was part of the reason why she was there, that and to catch up on the going-ons of her life. Surprisingly, she missed the other woman much when she was away on business and such.
"Are you sure?" she asked. She opened up the files on her desk and looked through them slowly. "I don't want anything to go wrong. I want him alive... the other dead, him alive and people think he's dead until I figure out a right punishment."
"I'm sure and whatever you decide in the form of punishment is okay with me. Though I want to help with that part too," the second woman said with a slow nod. At first she was skeptical of the woman. It wasn't the first time the woman before summoned her services, only to decide not to go through with them. Deep down, she had no idea why she was scared. It was in their family blood to do things like that...
She nodded, granting her request. "So she thinks she's the one coming up with all of this? Like it's her idea?" the woman asked determined to continue with her plans. She knew she was known for chickening out when it came to things like what she had planned.
But after what he did to her and her family... she knew she had to except her position and destiny in her own family legacy. The one that she spent so much time hiding from... but when she started her own family with her husband and child, she knew she had to do what ever it took to protect them.
She nodded again. "She thinks it's all her idea, just the way you want it. It shouldn't be traced to you... but you can't be too sure. They might be able to still figure out that you're behind it."
She shrugged her shoulders as she hadn't had a care in the world. "I don't care sister dear. He almost destroyed my family... all the hurt and uneasiness that he caused. Always having us to look over our shoulder will stop... and it stops when he's gone."
The first woman raised her eyebrow in amazement. She has never known for the other woman to be so bent on revenge and punishment. Growing up, she was always the peacemaker, quiet, never bothered anyone... she guessed Port Charles has changed her little sister. As far as she was concerned, it was for the better.
"What?" she asked as she looked at her facial expressions.
"It's strange seeing you like this," she answered as she settled more into the chair. "You use to always let people run all over you... then you decided not to accept your fate and duty after I passed it over."
She thought about her sister's words for a moment. "I did... everyone, you, papá, mama, even our older sister and at one point in time... my husband. I accepted because of papá."
Nodding, she agreed.
"Why did you pass over this position?" she asked. She always pondered that question, since their father's funeral only four months ago; but never had a chance to ask her sister until then.
It was always her fate to work within the family, everyone did whether they wanted to or not... though she never thought it would be doing what she's doing at the moment. Her position was passed down from first born girl to next first born girl in the family whether it is mother to daughter or aunt to niece. Their grandmother possessed the title, and then her father after no other girls were bore from her under the condition that when the next woman was born and became of age the status would once again be hers.
"I like to get dirty sister... you know that," she said as she stood. "The desk thing and making all the decisions is not for me. It was more you, than you want to admit." She also knew how close their father and she were... and it was always his dream for either her or their older sister to claim the title.
She smiled. She did have to agree, her sister did pick the right job and the job that she has now was more her style. Finally accepting on her part, that was the hard thing.
"Papá would be proud of you," she said as she paced the room. "'Mi bebé, nuestro bebé'... little Giovanna all grown up, wife, mother, sister, daughter, owner of Deception cosmetics... head of the crime family."
Gia smiled at the first phrase. It was something her father and older sister always said before each past away.
"Setting out to right the wrong... a revenge of sorts," she continued. "He has hurt us all Giovanna, remember that... our sister is gone because of him and not to mention some of our extended family members have also died because of him and his constant flow of enemies that seem to clutter Port Charles."
"I know, that's why I'm doing this... its top priority in this family," Gia said as she stood from her chair. Walking slowly to her sister, she held out her arms and engulfed her in a hug. "I know you two were closer and her death hurts you more than me... he will pay, whether you do it or I, he will pay."
She nodded slowly and then stepped away. "Give me a week."
"He better be dead," Gia said. "Otherwise I can't go on with the rest of my plan." She turned away from her sister and sat back behind her desk. Opening a small drawer, Gia shuffled the contents around until she found a small coin purse. She opened the purse and pulled out a driver's license and two credit cards. "A fake id and two cards to get you some better clothes..."
She took the cards and rolled her eyes. Walking to the door, she was stopped by Gia's voice. "What Giovanna?"
"Welcome back Sam," Gia said with a smile as she watched her sister walk out of her office.