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Date Posted: 10:02:30 02/24/01 Sat
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's message, "The Path of Thorns" on 09:58:31 02/24/01 Sat
Chapter 3
**Kelly’s**
“Excuse me,” Lucky cleared his throat as he stood at the counter, waiting for someone to appear from the back to help him. A moment later an attractive, older woman with fiery red came out, an apologetic smile on her face.
“Sorry about that . . .sometimes the help around here isn’t the best,” she explained with a sigh, looking around for Maxie.
Lucky smiled, instantly recognizing the woman from his files as Bobbie Spencer, his aunt. “Um, I’m looking for a room. I’ve been told you have them to rent here. A Carly Benson said I’d be able to find one.”
“That’s my daughter and since she directed you here, I suppose I can think of a room for you,” Bobbie paused, looking at the young man, trying to figure out where she knew him from. “You look very familiar, what’s your name?”
“Lucky S . . .Antolli,” he corrected, figuring he’d use the name of his family in Italy rather than the name he’d used his entire life for reasons unknown to him. Why give his secret away right away? “I probably just have one of those familiar faces.”
“It’s a handsome face, that’s for sure,” Bobbie said, causing him to blush. “Don’t mind me, I do it to my nephew all the time. I suppose you are right though, working at GH and here I see many faces, you probably just remind me of someone I met once. Anyway, rent is $150 a month, with your dinner free each night, if you choose to eat here,” Bobbie informed the young man. “My name is Bobbie Spencer, with my brother Luke we own this place. There are a few other tenants, my nephew Landon, and a young woman, Gina Cates. They are great people, you’ll like them.”
“I’m sure I will,” Lucky said softly as he followed Bobbie up the stairs.
“So, Lucky, what brings you to Port Charles?”
“A lot of things . . . I have connections in town, people I have to meet before I can move on with my life. I guess it is like a soul searching mission more than anything,” he confessed.
Bobbie nodded her head and opened the door to his room slowly. He looked inside, smiling to himself. He didn’t need much, just a bed and a desk and he was happy. Lucky looked at Bobbie and smiled. “I really appreciate this, thanks.”
“My pleasure. Just don’t make me regret this.”
“I won’t ma’am.”
**Helena’s Yacht**
Andreas knocked lightly on the door to Helena’s private study, clearing his throat softly as he entered.
“Madame?”
“Yes Andreas? What is it?” she asked, looking up from something she had been reading.
“Maria Antolli has arrived, shall I show her in?” he asked, not particularly wanting to deal with Helena. He wanted nothing more than to be out of her control, to finally break free. But he had to bide his time or else he’d meet the same fate as his brother. And Andreas was a self-defined coward when it came to dying. Facing death and mortality was something he’d rather leave to those more qualified.
He would have been happy going on with his life, working as an accountant in London where he moved after he ran out of job opportunities in Greece. After Ari died, most likely at the hands of Helena, he was requested to meet with Helena. Her skills of persuasion, after years of practice, were highly defined, and he decided to work for her instantly.
Andreas hadn’t expected to fall in love and to need to get out. Something told him that if he had fallen in love with anyone else Helena would have granted his freedom, he convinced himself, however deluded it may have been, she was a romantic at heart. But the fact was he fell in love with Alexis Davis, one of the people his current employer hated most of all. Somehow he doubted she’d allow him to leave her employ to be with Alexis.
Not that Alexis was waiting for him to be free of Helena. She was a tough one, a real challenge, which was one of the things Andreas found so attractive about her. He was used to dating vapid, slightly boring, but always beautiful women from his homeland and even in London. And of course, there were his duties with Helena, which he wasn’t particularly fond of but knew came with the territory. Andreas dreamed of the day when he’d be able to fully pursue Alexis and find happiness. Until then, he’d wait, doing Helena’s bidding, and hoping he wouldn’t be caught.
“If you think I’m going to let you get away with this, you’re out of you mind,” a woman, thin, well built with short brown hair and sultry eyes and mouth, complained as Andreas led her into the room.
“Mrs. Antolli, it is a pleasure to see you,” Helena said sweetly. “Would you care for a glass of Cheri?”
“No, thanks, and please, tell me why I’m here,” she said annoyed.
“Madame, shall I leave?” Andreas asked.
“Wait outside please, when I’m done you’ll take Maria here to the Port Charles Hotel,” Helena instructed before he left.
“Who gave you the right to call me by my first name?” Maria hissed, crossing her arms defiantly.
“I have every right in the world dear, don’t you know that? With power comes rights,” Helena smiled wickedly, sipping her glass of Cheri. “How was your flight, not too much turbulence I hope.”
“No, being forced out of my apartment at gun point and forced on your private jet, then flying to parts unknown at your bequest was just a joy,” Maria deadpanned.
“You are far too cynical, no wonder where Master Spencer picked it up,” Helena sighed, sitting down on the rather expensive couch, motioning for Maria to do the same.
“What about Lucky?” she asked, concern spread across her face.
“This is his hometown and he’s decided it was time to finally meet his family. I of course can’t do anything to stop him, after all I did promise when he turned eighteen he’d be able to visit. I’m just surprised he waited a year . . . I suspect it had something to do with you.”
Maria didn’t speak, not wanting to give Helena the satisfaction of getting to her.
“You have been wonderful for the child. When I blackmailed Gianni Antolli into taking Lucky, little did I know his young, American bride would turn out to be the perfect and worst mother for him. I’m amazed that a man with such a deep gambling and drinking problem could possibly acquire a pretty young thing like you. The problem was my dear, when you became attached.”
“What was I supposed to do? Here was this little boy, without his family, wanting to be loved, capable of so much love . . . I couldn’t be cold and cruel to him. Especially not with Gianni around. Do you even know how he got the nickname Lucky?”
“Enlighten me,” Helena sighed tiredly.
“One day when he was about six, after one of your lessons, probably when you told him all about his family here, he came to me crying. He looked up at me, with those big blue eyes, and said he never knew his real mommy, but he was lucky to have me. My heart at that moment broke, I felt like telling him that no, I was the lucky one. But from that moment on, I had to call him Lucky . . .” Maria choked back a tear, her love for Lucky obvious just by looking at her.
“That is so touching . . .so is he the reason you stayed far too long with a man who beat you? Because, Maria, that is very weak, not the sign of strong woman,” Helena accused.
“What was I to do? You told me to protect Lucky, you know Gianni hit him too . . .if I had left Lucky wouldn’t have been protected. He was my entire life, I could never do anything to put him in danger. If that is weak, so be it.”
“You’ve got spunk Maria, I’m impressed,” Helena said with a laugh. “But that isn’t really of my concern. You did protect Lucky, relatively speaking, and for that I’ve spared you.”
“Let me guess, there is more?” Maria snapped, not impressed by Helena’s icy power.
“Lucky understands that he can’t tell the Spencers the real story of how he came about living with you and Gianni, that would of course implement me.”
“And what is going to tell them? ‘Whoops, I got lost somewhere between the delivery room and the house, but I’ve finally found my way’?”
Helena glared at Maria a moment before continuing. “He was kidnapped by somebody in the hospital who had power, left on a doorstep without any identification and sent to a orphanage where you and Gianni adopted him. Rather plausible I think,” Helena explained. “All you have to do is back up the story.”
“Oh, you make it sound so easy Helena,” she retorted with a sarcastic smile. “And why should I oblige?”
“The same reason Lucky will tell that story,” Helena began. “Because if you don’t, I’ll kill Lucky, and if he doesn’t I’ll kill you. If either one of you tells the truth, how this really came about, I’ll either get to watch Lucky suffer or I’ll be allowed the pleasure of watching you, Luke, and Laura suffer.”
“So basically, you win, no matter what.” Maria asked, her palms suddenly claming up. She had only a few, brief meetings with Helena in the past. Each time she was left with a feeling of dread. The woman was truly evil; she was learning exactly what she was capable of. Anything.
**Spencer House**
“Let me tell you Liz, my son is totally off his rocker,” Luke exclaimed as he leaned back in his chair, throwing his napkin on the table. Once a week Landon and Liz would join Luke and Laura for dinner, something both duos enjoyed a lot.
Liz giggled, smiling as Laura cleared away the empty plates from the table. “Not that I don’t already know, but why do you think so?”
“I was perusing his CD collection yesterday . . .” Luke paused shaking his head. “And what do you think I found? Not B.B. King, not Johnny Lang, not the Beatles, but,” Luke leaned forward, his voice dropped to a whisper, “are you ready? Garth Brooks. Can you believe it? Son of mine listening to country pop music?”
“At least it’s not a boy band,” Liz said in slight defense of her boyfriend. Truth be told, Liz wasn’t exactly crazy about Landon’s musical collection herself.
“There’s only so much a father can do,” Luke said with a sigh, winking at Liz. “Hey, big L, what are you doing in there?”
Landon emerged from the kitchen, the cordless phone attached to his ear. “Hold on,” he said into the phone before glaring at Luke. “What?”
“Not that I don’t adore Miss Webber’s company, probably more than yours, but it is a bit rude to spend half the evening on the telephone when your parents and girlfriend are trying to have a civilized dinner,” Luke explained with a smile.
Landon smirked at his father. “Yeah dad, did anyone tell you sometimes you sound like Stefan Cassadine?”
“Does he know how to rip my heart out or what?” Luke exclaimed, clutching his chest. “Who the hell are you gabbing too?”
“A friend,” Landon said quickly.
“Which friend?” Luke wondered, but it was too late, Landon went back into the kitchen for some peace and quiet. Luke looked back at Liz, an eyebrow raised. “What friend could that boy possibly be talking to? Aren’t all his friends your friends, I don’t get why it would be so private.”
“I doubt it’s Emily or Sly, they are having a temporary crisis named Dylan, Nikolas . . .no . . . oh, I know. It’s Tony Morez.”
“Tony who?”
“Morez, he’s a friend of Landon’s from school. He’s not really part of our, whatever you want to call it. Tony’s different, I think Landon is attracted to Tony’s lifestyle.”
Luke looked at Liz quizzically. “How so?”
“Well, Tony grew up in San Francisco before moving to New York City when he was sixteen. Then he came up here for college. He doesn’t have any family or commitment tying him down. Tony really is a rebel, living by his own rules. And we both know, that’s what Landon wants,” Liz explained with a sigh.
Luke chuckled, glancing over his shoulder at the kitchen door. “Oh yeah, because the rebel without a clue has so much weight on his shoulders.”
“I don’t think that, Landon does,” Liz said. A few moments of silence past allowing Liz’s mind to travel back a few hours as she got off her shift at Kelly’s. Lucky’s smile and the way he looked at her flashed through Liz’s mind. She really hoped he would get a room at Kelly’s, she’d like nothing more than to get to know the stranger. “Oh, looks like you’ll be getting a new boarder at Kelly’s.”
“Really? Who?” Luke asked, smiling as Laura returned from the kitchen, carrying an apple pie. Lulu was close behind her and jumped into her seat with a smile.
“Landon will be done in a few minutes,” she added with a smile as she began to slice the pie.
“I was just telling Luke how I met a guy this evening who wanted a room at Kelly’s. He seemed like a nice guy,” Liz told them, a slightly dreamy look on her face.
“Name?” Luke prompted, snickering to himself at Liz’s state.
“Oh it was Lucky . . . to tell you the truth, I didn’t catch his last name.”
Luke and Laura exchanged a slightly shaken look. They had always joked about calling Lucas Lucky, because they were so lucky to have him in their lives.
“What did you say?” Laura finally pushed out, having sat down.
“Lucky, I think it was a nickname though. He was really sweet,” Liz continued, not noticing Luke and Laura’s paled expressions. “He’s new in town and said he grew up in Italy, though he didn’t have a lick of an Italian accent. Said something about tutors. Really cute too . . . it was weird, I felt like I knew him. Weird.”
“Well, I’m sure we’ll eventually meet him,” Luke muttered, his mind racing. It was just a coincidence, no use thinking or hoping something that was utterly impossible. “Well, how about that pie, it looks great.”
Landon entered the dining room the same instant the doorbell rang. Everyone looked back at the door, wondering who it was.
“I’ll get it,” Landon noted as he walked to the door.
“Hi, is this the Spencer house?” the man at the door asked. He wasn’t tall but well built, his dark brown longish.
“Yeah, what can I do for you?” Landon asked, blocking everyone else’s view of the stranger.
“I was told that I could find Liz Webber here, is she? Here?”
Liz perked up at the mention of her name, suddenly the man’s voice registering in her brain. “Steven?” she whispered to herself as she got up from the table.
“Yeah, she’s my girlfriend,” Landon said defensively, weary of the stranger.
“Oh my God! Steven!” Liz exclaimed as she saw the man standing at the door. “What are you doing here?” she asked before throwing herself into his arms.
“Didn’t mom and dad call you? I got a job at General Hospital, I’m moving here,” he said, flashing the most brilliant smile.
“No, they probably called Sarah and she always forgets to tell me when they call,” Liz grumbled. “But hey, at least I have my big brother here now, I don’t have to worry about Sarah forgetting to tell me when something big happens with you.”
“Correct, cause I’m here baby sister,” Steven hugged her again, before they entered the room.
“Luke, Laura, Landon, this is my older brother, Steven Lars,” Liz introduced her brother to the people she saw as family.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you,” Laura said warmly. “I’m glad Liz has some more family in town now.”
“Me too,” Steven added, draping his arm around Liz’s shoulder. “So you’re the boyfriend? You good to my sister?”
“As best as I can be,” Landon replied, jealous for no reason.
“It’s very cool to finally meet you Mr. Spencer. You’re legend stretches all around the globe. Growing up I used to hear stories about the goings on in Port Charles, you always seemed so cool, for a while I wanted to be a mayor just like you,” Steven explained with a chuckle.
“How’d you end up a doctor then?” Luke wondered with a smile.
“Fate works in mysterious ways Mr. Spencer.”
“Oh, please call me Luke.”
“Ok.”
Liz looked up at Steven, “Have you seen Sarah yet?”
He shook his head, “No. I stopped by Gram’s, found out where you were, and came right to see you.”
Liz blushed, thrilled to see her brother. He was the only member of her family that she got along with, she actually felt like she had family when she was around him. He really loved and looked out for her, the ideal big brother.
“In fact I was a bit surprised to hear you were still living with Gram.”
“Well, Emily Quatermaine and I were thinking of getting a place together come fall, but right now I can’t afford anything on my own, so staying with Gram is the only thing. I’m not about to live with Nikolas and Sarah, that would just be . . .”
“Extremely dull,” Luke cut in. “No offense, but Sarah and the Prince in the same room together makes watching paint dry seem like fun.”
Steven chuckled at Luke’s sense of humor, already liking the man. “Anyway, I just got this great apartment at Harborview Towers, I have one bedroom too many. How’d you like to crash with me until you and your friend get a place in the fall?”
Liz looked at him in surprise, then to Landon for his feelings. He just stared back at her, looking somewhat bored.
“I’d really like that Steve, are you sure you want your eighteen year old sister cramping your style though?”
He looked down at Liz, grinning wickedly, “I’m a doctor Liz, the style I’ve got is already cramped, don’t worry about it.”
**The Cottage**
Stefan stood at the door to his son’s home, hoping desperately not to be forced to endure an encounter with Sarah Webber. It wasn’t that he hated his son’s choice of women, it was more precisely the exact opposite. Stefan found himself oddly attracted to Sarah in a purely physical manner of speaking. He surmised that the young woman had similar feeling, or rather urges as well. It was something he’d prefer never to have to face or confront. Which is why, as often as possible, he’d avoid or ignore the striking twenty-one year old.
“Father, what are you doing here?” Nikolas asked as he opened the door, a bright smile on his face.
“I need to speak with you urgently Nikolas,” Stefan declared as he followed Nikolas into the living room. “It’s about your grandmother.”
Nikolas groaned inwardly as he sat down on one of the armchairs. “What now?”
“She stopped by my office this afternoon, spouting about brothers and families and her usual put downs of your mother and I. But when she finally departed, I was left with an ominous feeling. I fear Helena is up to something,” Stefan explained.
Nikolas looked his father in the eye, trying to gauge if he should really be worried. “But isn’t she always up to something father? This is Helena we are talking about, between our family and the Spencers can she really surprise us anymore,” Nikolas paused, thinking for a moment. “What about brothers?”
“That’s what has me worried Nikolas. Whatever she is planning has to do with you and Landon.” Nikolas rose slowly, dreading what he was going to have to tell Nikolas next. “There is something you don’t know, about Laura, about her children.”
Nikolas watched Stefan pace thoughtfully, curious as to what is going on. “Tell me Stefan, please.”
“Landon wasn’t Laura’s second child, he was her third. Eleven months before Landon was born, Luke and Laura’s first son, Lucas Lorenzo Jr., died as an infant, only a day old, of heart failure,” Stefan said bluntly, figuring it was best to just tell Nikolas openly instead of sugar coating it. “They only ever told Barbara and Ruby, I found out because I had Laura watched often. They didn’t tell Landon because they didn’t want him to think he was a replacement, and so they didn’t tell anyone else.”
“So I had another brother, who died?” Nikolas asked sadly. “Do you think Helena killed him?”
Stefan shook his head adamantly; “She didn’t kill him Nikolas. I believe she took him, and raised him, and is about to . . .”
“Unleash her newest weapon on Port Charles?” Nikolas asked skeptically. “Not that I don’t think it is possible for Helena to do such a thing, but . . .why?”
“Luke and Laura’s child, raised by a Cassadine, sent to split the Spencer family. Not only will they lose their first son together again; they’ll lose their second. Laura will lose you because of the lie, you and Landon will lose touch, she will have her revenge,” Stefan said sharply, hoping his son would prepare.
“Nothing will change, I won’t let it. Laura isn’t going to lose anyone; I’m not going to lose anyone. Whatever Helena has done, it won’t affect me, it won’t affect my family, I swear.”
**The Docks**
Sly sat calmly on the bench as Emily paced grimly on the docks, rambling on about Dylan and not wanting him anywhere near her.
“How am I supposed to live in that house with him right next to me? He’s so arrogant and pompous, not to mention he thinks he’s just so cool . . .he’s not even that cute. I don’t know where he got that idea, that he’s such a chick magnet. Really? He wouldn’t know what charm was if it hit him the ass and said ‘hello Dylan, I’m charm, nice to meet you’. You’ve got charm, Nikolas has charm, hell even Landon, when he’s not trying to be the second coming of my brother, has charm. And now I have to live right by Dylan, he’ll be in the room next to mine. I won’t be able to avoid him unless I decide to fly off my roof again . . .”
“Em . . .Emily! Calm down,” Sly shouted, getting her to stop talking and pacing.
She looked at her boyfriend, raising her eyes in question. “What?”
“There is a solution to your problem, Dylan living in the room next to yours that is,” Sly began.
Emily perked up at the idea of a solution. She slid next to Sly on the bench, smiling at him hopefully. “Go on.”
“Well, move out. Or more precisely, move in with me,” Sly said, waiting for her response.
“Oh God Sly, I thought you had a real solution,” Emily groaned, jumping off the bench and resuming her pacing.
“That seems like a rather viable solution if you ask me.”
Emily frowned at him, “It’s not Sly, and you know it. Sure, we’ve been together more years than Ned has managed to stay married to one woman, but that doesn’t mean I’m ready to move in with you. Besides, Liz and I are getting an apartment together this fall when I start at PCU. We’ve been planning this since we were both in high school. It’s not that I don’t love you Sly, but why ruin what we have. What’s the saying? Don not try to fix it if it isn’t broken?”
Sly smirked, “Aside from the perfect grammar, yeah, that’s what they say. But I’m not trying to fix anything, well I am, but not anything about our relationship. I was just trying to give you a way out of putting up with Dylan on a regular basis. That’s all.”
“Oh yeah, then explain the half a dozen other times you’ve asked me to move in with you?”
Sly was about to answer when a young man walked down the stairs, stopping at the edge of the docks, staring out at Helena Cassadine’s yacht.
Emily and Sly exchanged a questioning glance.
“Hey, you, guy,” Emily called out, grabbing Sly by the hand and dragging him over the stranger.
He turned around, sighing. “I’m sorry, did I interrupt?”
Emily shook her head, studying his face. He looked familiar, in fact, he kind of looked like . . .she turned to Sly . . .he looked like Sly a little bit.
“Do I know you?”
“No, but I’ve been getting that a lot today. The name’s Lucky, nice to meet you,” Lucky said, extending his hand to the young couple.
“I’m Emily Quatermaine and this is my boyfriend Sly Eckert. I noticed you were looking out at the witch’s yacht . . .do you know here?”
Lucky looked at them, “You can say I’m acquainted with Mrs. Cassadine. Not that I’m a friend or anything, not in the least.”
“So Lucky, where are you staying? That is, I am guessing you are new in town,” Emily continued, instantly liking the new young man. There was a warmness about him, a genuine quality. Just one look in his blue eyes and you can tell he was the type of person you wanted to tell your secrets.
“Over at Kelly’s, and yeah I’m new in town. But so far, it’s been great. Everyone I’ve met have been really cool, so I guess I’m adjusting,” Lucky said with a shrug, glancing out at the yacht one more time.
“Well, since you are new, how about you join Sly and me for lunch tomorrow?” Emily offered.
“Em, I can’t,” Sly cut in. “I have the thing with Ned. We were just going to order in and work through lunch.”
“Oh,” she frowned.
“But you two can still do it. As long as you promise not to steal my girlfriend man, I’d have to hate you for that,” Sly added with a laugh.
Lucky clasped his hand to his chest. “Don’t worry, I’m an honorable sort of guy. Not that it wouldn’t be tempting, for Miss Quatermaine is an exquisite beauty.”
Emily blushed before elbowing Sly in the side. “Why don’t you say those kinds of things to me?”
“I have other ways of showing you my love baby,” Sly said jokingly, a suggestive smile on his face.
“Yeah, I suppose you do,” she giggled, elbowing him again for the heck of it. “So, what do you say Lucky? Lunch, tomorrow? I’ll pay.”
“A free lunch, I don’t think I could pass that up,” Lucky said with a laugh. “Where?”
“What about Kelly’s? It’s the best lunch in town.”
Sly tapped Emily on her shoulder, “Doesn’t your family own the Grille sweetie? Shouldn’t you be, I don’t, trying to get them business?”
Rolling her eyes Emily groaned, “Ugh, the Grille? Yeah, I don’t think so . . .unless you want far too expensive food in tiny platters. You don’t want that, do you Lucky?”
Lucky shook his head and grinned, “Nah, I like as much food for as little amount of money as possible.”
“I like this guy, he’s smart,” Sly noted with a grin.
“So, tomorrow at noon, sharp, I’ll see you at Kelly’s,” Emily ordered, pointing at Lucky.
“I’ll be there,” Lucky grinned as Sly and Emily left. “Bye, nice meeting you.” They waved before disappearing down the docks.
Lucky heard someone behind him, turning defensively, praying it wasn’t Helena again.
“Jumpy much?”
Lucky’s face lit up when he saw who it was. “Maria, oh God! What are you doing here?” he asked as he hugged her tightly.
“I’m here on Mrs. Cassadines behest. That woman is a total bitch,” Maria grumbled.
Lucky frowned, taking Maria by the hand and leading her to the bench. “Let me guess, you are here to back up my story to whoever I tell? She’s threatening you, isn’t she?”
Maria nodded. “Lucky, have you talked to anyone yet?”
“Well, I’ve talked to a lot of people so far. But I have yet to tell anyone who I am other than my first name. I haven’t met Luke and Laura or my brothers and sister yet, I think I’ll save that for tomorrow . . .after lunch.”
“Why after lunch?”
“I have plans,” he said sheepishly.
“You always were the most charming person I ever knew,” Maria sighed, resting her head on Lucky’s shoulder. “So, do you want me to come with you to meet Luke and Laura?”
Lucky shook his head. He knew it would probably make everything easier to have Maria by his side. She was always there for him, someone he could depend on. When his adoptive father would decide to use Lucky as a punching bag, Maria would be the one to help him. When she finally divorced Gianni, Lucky would spend many nights at her apartment. They both felt like misfits, not really belonging in the world they lived.
He was continents away from the family he knew everything about but didn’t know, Maria had no living family, and together they were almost all they needed.
“I can do it on my own . . . I hope.” Lucky paused, playing with Maria’s hand for a moment. “You know, just because I’m going to finally meet my real parents, and hopefully develop a relationship with them doesn’t mean I don’t need you. Maria, you’ve been the only constant in my life, the only real constant. If I lost you, I couldn’t handle it.”
She sat up, touching Lucky’s cheek to turn his face to hers. “Sweetie, you won’t lose me. My love for you Lucky is unconditional. You may not be my son, but you’re my boy.”
“I love you Maria,” Lucky sighed. Suddenly a smile formed on his face. “Move to Port Charles.”
“What? Lucky, I can’t . . .once this is over here, I have to go back to Rome. My job, I have responsibilities . . .”
Lucky looked at her defiantly. “I’m never going back there Maria. I don’t know why, I haven’t even been here for twenty four hours, but I’ve got a feeling like Port Charles is the place I’m supposed to be. I want you here with me. Let’s leave all that sh^t in Italy behind us. From what I can tell, the Spencers are cool people, I’m sure they’ll accept you into their world. What do you say? Pick up and move here to Port Charles, start fresh?”
“Damn, you can still get me to do anything you want. Those eyes are too persuasive for their own good,” Maria added with a laugh.
“So it’s settled. Port Charles, New York is our new home. For better or worse, this is our fresh start. Kind of scary, huh?”
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