A/N: Thanks again for reviewing. The story may seem a little slow with her and Spinelli. But I'm pretty sure it's gonan start picking up soon.

Previously on General Hospital...

Her beer bottle crashes to the floor as someone smacks it from her hand and lips. Destiny's eyes slowly open up, trying to savor what peace she had, because she knew that whoever is trying to piss her off must have the balls of a rhino and the stupidty of a teenage boy.

"Get the hell out of my hotel!"

Oh great. This is gonna be a long day.

Chapter 8

"Nice to see you too Ms. Jacks."

Carly stares down Destiny. Destiny keeps giving a calm vibe against Carly's diva 'I run shit' attitude. Carly may not have known, but but Destiny knew if she was what some called a Ruthless Ruiz, Carly would most likely be dead by now.

"You look a little too young to be drinkin' anyways."

Destiny continues to stay calm but brings in a smile, wondering what are Carly's areas that easily pushed. "Actually it's my birthday." Carly scoffs and smiles grows wider. "Mrs. Jacks, aren't you gonna say 'Happy Birthday'?"

Carly narrows her eyes slightly. "I want you out of my hotel, you little bitch!"

Destiny gives Carly and 'up down look' trying to feel her out. She knows she can easily take this woman, even being atleast five inches shorter than her, but she knew that's proabably what she wanted. This woman was one of the people she kept tabs on for years before showing up. This woman was sneaking, but Destiny knew she was better. Plus, she had brains on her side. So what eactly can she do to pissed this woman off and make her shut up at the same time?

"Well Mrs. Jacks, I don't think that would be bright on your part."

Carly swicthes from offense to defense. "And why's that?"

Destiny smiles comes off, giving her a calm professional tone. "Well, harassing a guest in your hotel, who by the way, has not given you any trouble would not look to good in court. Not to mention breaking into my room with a two hundred and fifty pound hitman without any form of notification. I must say, not only is that rude, it's poor leadership, ownership and I'm pretty sure the publicity isn't something that you need. I mean, between hostage crisis and mab shootouts and who knows what else, after this, I'm pretty sure you business will begin to fail." She ends her professionalism by flashing a big smile. Justus always said as she got older, she became more and more like a Quatermaine.

Just as Destiny predicted, Carly face started to turn a little red and but just like Carly, she was going to say something else. Thinking fast, Destiny slides her hand to her side, letting Carly know that she is indeed armed and ready, shutting her up quick. A blonde haired man in a fancy suit rushes over, but seems to have more professionalism than this woman. "Ms. Ruiz, will you please excuse my wife."

Oh, so this is the hubby huh? How the hell did that happen? "Indeed Mr. Jacks. I'm actually on my way out." She rises from her chair and gives Jax a polite nod and begins walking towards the elevator. She stops and turn towards the two. "Lovely hotel you have here." She turns back around and leaves.

Typing away, Spinelli tries his best to dig up whatever he could on Destiny Ruiz by Jason's orders, while Jason paces back and forth behind him. He himself has been shocked of what he found, and is disappointed that this young woman is related to one of the sadistic mobster Port Charles has ever seen. And also that this mysteriously beautiful young woman who's been sweet to him, was now a potential threat to him and his best friend.

"It's indeed a fact that she is the mob boss of the Ruiz Organization, just as Mr. Sir said. In her adopted grandfather's will, Hector Ruiz had placed everything over to his son Javier. But if anything ever happend to Javier, it was not to go to Manny, but to his granddaughter Destiny."

Jason sighs and rubs the side of face as he continues pacing. "Why would a mob boss turn over his organization to a fifteen year old girl?"

Good question. "My guess is that Hector Ruiz wasn't expecting his prodigy to decease so soon and didn't have time to change his will." Spinelli's laptop beeps as he was waiting for some information on another window. He checks it and startled and very confused about the information. "I have indeed come across some troubling news."

Jason stops pacing behind the couch. "What is it?"

"Well, I have found the mystery of Divine Decree. She is the daughter of Bradley Ward and Gloria Ramirez."

"Wait," The light bulb goes off in Jason's head. "Did you say 'Bradley Ward'."

Spinelli takes a deep breath, knowing that this information could be possibly difficult for his friend. "Indeed. Making her Justus Ward's half sister, Edward Quartermaine's granddaughter," Spinelli turn around to face Jason. "And you half cousin."

Jason blue eyes ice wide with shock and confusion. "She's a Ward?" Spinelli's silence was all the confirmation he needed. But something that Sonny told him ease back in his mind. "Sonny said that she was here for other reasons."

Spinelli knows where Jason's mind is going and finishes his thought. "Maybe she's made her sudden arrival for the Quatermaines? I mean, Mr. Sir said she didn't want trouble, maybe she was right. She just wants to met her family."

Jason lets the thought sink in. "I'll call Sonny and let him know what going on. I'll drop by the Quatermaines'. In the mean time, I want you to keep looking." He grabs his jacket and leaves.

Spinelli turns back to his computer. For some reason, he couldn't find himself working on it. Maybe it was because neither Sam or Jason giving him instruction on what exactly to look for. Or maybe it was he was starting to actually thinking about her. He didn't want Destiny to be a mobster, a threat. He just wanted her to be a nice girl who could possibly give him a chance, but before they could even get started, it's already doomed. It's for the best.

His cell phone rings and answers it. "Maximista, I don't want to discuss-"

"Hey, it's not Maxie. It's me Lulu. Didn't you check the caller I.D."

Spinelli sighs with relief. He didn't want to talk to his ex-grilfriend right now. "My apologies. It wouldn't be the first time Maximista has tricked me by using your phone."

"Well, forget about that. I want you to come out tonight. It's gonna be me, Dante, and I'm bringing a friend."

Spinelli groans a little. He didn't exactly want to be set up right now. "Fair Lulu, I'd prefer to stay in. I have a ton of work-"

"Spinelli, I care about you. you're my friend. I want you to me me at Jake's tonight."

Spinelli sighs. He always gave in, especially to The Blonde Ones. "What time should I arrive?"

"Meet me around nine."

"Nine it is." He hangs up the phone, rubbing his forehead. Stone Cold's gonna be mad.