Chapter 4

Jerry and Robin landed in Port Charles on a private airstrip. "We're here Robin."

She looked out the window. "So this is your home," she said.

"And yours too," he thought. The pilot gave clearance for them to get off the plane.

They got inside a black SUV and drove to a house near the Port Charles town line. Robin took out the list of people who needed to be eliminated. "Sonny Corinthos," Robin whispered.

"Actually, his name is Michael Corinthos Jr. People just call him that," Jerry said.

"What's his story?" she asked.

Jerry smirked. "Mob boss. He pretends to be just a coffee importer but we know better. He's partners with that Luke Spencer and the coma patient."

Robin listened intensely. "What is his deal with you?"

He leaned back in his seat. "He's tried to kill me on several occasions. I, unfortunately, had to use force."

"You were just defending yourself," Robin said. This Sonny person was trouble. "How am I supposed to get close enough to eliminate him? I'm sure he has guards," Robin said.

"Not every single minute of the day. The way to hurt Sonny the most is to make his loved ones suffer. He'll definitely go off his rocker," Jerry stated.

Robin smirked. "Smart plan but why not go after an enemy to make him look guilty and then go after friends and family. If he's that ruthless, then someone is in need of a comeuppance. Don't you agree?"

He laughed. "Who's surpassing the teacher now?"

She smirked. "I learned from the best." The SUV parked in the driveway. They went inside and settled in. Jerry checked the rooms to his satisfaction. He came out into the living room to see Robin checking her gun. He chuckled. Yes, this Robin was certainly his creation. In another life, touching a gun would not have been her first choice.

She noticed him staring. "This gun catch your eye." Jerry sat in a chair across from her.

"I'm looking at the girl checking the gun. You've gotten pretty good with that thing," he praised.

"You should have seen me shoot Luke. A part of me found it thrilling," she said.

Jerry arched an eyebrow. "And the other part..."

"I didn't want to kill him immediately. I think we can find another use for him," Robin said. "Or kill him at a later date. As you said, he's a waste of space." Jerry was glad she didn't fold. He couldn't have her doubting him or anything about killing.

Robin put the gun away. She leaned back against the couch. "Corinthos has enemies. Who do I use first? Who hates him or who does he hate the most?"

"I've been looking at the recent events and there is a man named Franco who seems to have received everyone's hatred. The hatred is warranted. This man makes me look like a saint. He will be your first target."

"Franco," Robin repeated. "Looks like our little game will begin. When do I do it?"

"As soon as possible. I want Sonny to feel like he's living in hell."

Meanwhile, Sonny was lying in bed awake. He didn't want to disturb Connie so he quietly slipped out of bed. He sat in his recliner. He had Connie back. The love he thought was gone was back. He was grateful. He had lost too many people:Stone, Courtney, Lily, Emily, Jason and Robin.

He nearly cried thinking about her. She truly was one of his best friends. They had a bond he thought no one could break. Even after all the hurt and pain, they managed to stay friends when she came back. But he was the one to ruin it.

He sighed. He promised Stone to look out for her. He failed her in the end. He didn't get a chance to make amends. He chuckled at the thought of Robin being able to make him smile. She had the ability to love and not judge him. She protected him even when he was wrong.

He missed her. She was his first real sister in his opinion. He imagined being able to see Emma grow up and be there for her like he was for Robin. However, Patrick would never allow it.

He missed her but she was gone. His closet friends were gone. He had to appreciate the people who were still around. He would do what he could to be the person Robin wanted.

He heard Connie come down the stairs. She walked in front of him. "Can't sleep," she said.

"Not really. I was thinking about Robin and how I wished I could see her one more time to make amends."

She knelt down in front of him. "I'm sure she forgave you."

He smiled. "As much as I want to believe that, I don't know. I shot a gun in her house when she asked me not to. I was so messed up then. I regretted it the moment she got hurt."

"Hey," Connie said. "From what I heard and from what little time I spent with her, she loved you like a brother."

"Thank you," he said. He got up from his chair and headed upstairs.

Europe...

Luke was still trying to wrap his mind around Robin being alive. Heck, he was trying to wrap his mind around the fact that she shot him. His leg was still in pain. He wanted to tell Anna but figured she'd wouldn't believe him. He was one who told her that Robin was never coming back and to give up the notion that she was alive.

He tried to figure out how she ended up with that sociopath Jerry. Why kidnap Robin? What was in it for him? He decided to go a different route.

Now he was sitting in a cafe waiting on the one person who could give him answers. He called the person's phone but it went to voicemail. He hung up the phone.

Another five minutes past when he saw him walking to the table. "Luke," he said.

"Jasper Jax. It's been a while," Luke said.

Jax took a seat. "It has been. Why are we here?"

"I needed a place where we wouldn't be disturbed," Luke said.

"You chose Amsterdam."

Luke shrugged his shoulders. "Look, what do you know about your brother's whereabouts?"

"Jerry?"

Luke rolled his eyes. "Unless you have another brother lurking around. Yes, Jerry."

"I haven't seen him since he poisoned the water supply," Jax said. "Why the sudden interest?"

"He has a mutual friend of ours in common...Robin," he answered.

Jax looked at him like he was crazy. "Robin's dead. Everyone knows it. You're losing it."

Luke leaned over the table. "I saw her with my own eyes. I have the scar to prove it." Jax arched an eyebrow. "She shot me in the leg."

Jax groaned and rubbed his face. "Now I know you're losing it. Robin wouldn't shoot anybody. Guns were not her favorite."

"They are now. I'm serious about this. She was cold and vicious. The woman who stood before me was not the Robin we all know and love."

Jax still wasn't convinced. "Have you told anybody else?"

"Who? I can't tell Anna. Robert is in a coma. I was hoping I could get answers from you," Luke said.

"I can't help you. I think whatever you saw or whatever happened to you has messed up your brain. Robin isn't coming back. Whoever you saw may have resembled Robin. Go back to Port Charles."

"I'm telling the truth," Luke said.

Jax threw up his hands. "Why would she stay with my brother? She would do everything possible to get back to Patrick and Emma."

He didn't have an answer. Jax took his silence as a sign. "See. You're greatly mistaken." He got up from the table and walked away.