Raul slowed his car to a comfortable stop outside the gates of the notorious private school at which Giovanni's young son GianCarlo attended. He'd gotten a call earlier, telling him the kid had gotten into a fight, and that everyone else was busy and so he was on pick-up duty. The Spaniard had left a blonde bombshell warming his bed, but he didn't mind - Raul was the boy's godfather after all, and that came with some responsibilities. Plus, he saw a little of himself in the youngster... he was the 'pull no punches' type it seemed, which was great in Raul's eyes. Folding back the cuffs of his dark Versace shirt, he fished out a lighter and a cigarette, and hopped out of the sleek black Mercedes.
After closing the door shut behind him, he lent back against the frame and cupped a hand around the end of the cigarette as he sparked it up and took in a deep breath. Raul didn't like schools... way too many rules, and so he was going to wait here near the gate until GianCarlo emerged.
Last Edit: Jun 26, 2009 4:43:24 GMT -6 by Raul Peña
Post by GianCarlo DiLeonardo on Jun 21, 2009 13:09:36 GMT -6
GianCarlo sat outside the office of his school, his head hanging low, fearful of his fate. He was supposed to mend things with that Damiano boy, but when the boy called his father a fucked up gangster GianCarlo couldn’t handle it and again a fight ensued.
This time, GianCarlo walked away with the worst of it. Nicolo Damiano got a group of other boys around him and GianCarlo had been outnumbered.
He had a huge black eye.
Sniffling, he tried not to cry when he thought how angry his father would be when he found out he’d fought with Nicolo again.
The office wouldn’t let him go out, whoever was picking up GianCarlo would have to come inside…
After two cigarette ends had been left on the ground, Raul begun to wonder if the kid was ever going to come out or not. Fuck, he thought. These schools really were too controlling for his liking. After checking his watch and making sure his gun was concealed well enough, he reluctantly entered the gates and headed for the school's interior.
Having no recognition of where anything was inside he had to ask around, but eventually he found his way to the office area. Turning the corner with a swagger in his step, he notice GianCarlo sitting down, and offered a big smile " Hey, GianCarlo!" he greeted, his smile fading as he got close enough to notice the black eye on the opposite side of his face. Raul took a hold of his chin and tilted his head a little to get a better look. " Who did this to you. Huh?" he asked, feeling somewhat angry. Letting go of his chin, he paced back and forth a few steps "... your father isn't going to be happy...".
Post by GianCarlo DiLeonardo on Jun 21, 2009 13:23:21 GMT -6
GianCarlo looked up at Raul through his one good eye, but dropped his chin in shame again when Raul let him go. He heard his words and knew what he said was true. He started to sniffle again, wanting to cry.
"Mr. Pena?" Ms Chase, the school principal, a woman who would be very pretty if it wasnt for her tight bun and thick rimmed glasses, stood in the doorway. "Can I speak with you in my office." Her lips pursed together with a look that let him know if not she wouldnt be letting GianCarlo go...
Raul rubbed his chin in thought at how Giovanni was going to react, or Serafina for that matter. Neither would be very happy about this, he thought. Raul wasn't overjoyed either, not because he had been fighting, but because he'd got beaten and there wasn't anything he could do about it... they were kids after all.
When the principal made herself known, Raul looked in her direction with a frown. He didn't really want to speak to this woman, he would much rather get the information from GianCarlo himself, but he could tell it would be easier in the long run if he just talked to her. "Of course" he said in a sigh and headed toward her office door and slipped past so he was inside. "Yes?" he then said, looking in her direction with an arched brow.
Post by GianCarlo DiLeonardo on Jun 21, 2009 13:35:44 GMT -6
"Mr. Pena," The Principal started, sitting behind the desk and taking out a few papers, "This is the eighth time GianCarlo has gotten into a fight with another student at this school. The last time we suspended him for a week, but i'm afraid this time I have no other choice than to expel him. If you'll give these to his parents."
She held out the papers to him, her eyes glancing him over over the rim of her glasses. It was clear in her eyes she found Raul attractive...
Raul could tell from the way she said his name that she was getting to something serious. Then when the word 'expel' came out, he had to bite his tongue for a moment. That word meant trouble... serious trouble. GianCarlo being expelled would certainly cause a bad situation, but Raul was going to do everything he could to stop that from occurring. His green eyes looked at the papers for a moment... there was no way they were getting into Giovanni's hands... no way.
It was then that he caught that look in her eye. He'd seen that look from other women before, that was for sure. The Spaniard took some steps toward her, slipped the papers out of her hand, but only to place them back on her desk. " But you see... Ms. Chase" he begun, his Spanish accent being used in a bit of a hush tone " You don't really want to do that... ruin a young child's life, do you?". Raul rested one hand on the back of her chair, and the other on the desk, leaning down slightly so he could lower his voice some more " Boys will be boys. No?". He hoped he could convince her, for GianCarlo's sake.
Post by GianCarlo DiLeonardo on Jun 21, 2009 14:53:45 GMT -6
Ms. Chase was completely put off guard. The man coming towards her, taking the papers, and then putting them back on her desk made her have to sit up straight and clear her throat, her hips swivling a little in her tight little pencil skirt.
"I'm afraid I have to. I want to get the point across that no matter what family a child comes from, behavior like this is intolerable..." She looked up into his green eyes and her voice trailed off.
Raul paused for a moment and simply looked her in the eye. He wasn't going to leave this office until those papers had been put through the shredder, no way. Raul couldn't help but feel there was something oddly attractive about the principle - maybe the sense of authority, those legs and that skirt, or maybe it was just because it was a fantasy many males thought about.
When Raul heard that his initial statement had been pretty much refused, he took in a breath. "But I promise you it won't happen again..." he whispered with a small smile at the corner of his lips "... everyone deserves one last chance... can't we just come to some sort of arrangement?". Taking his hand from the back of her chair, he reached out for her glasses to slide them off her ears and nose. Looks like he would have to take a different approach if he was going to convince her...
Post by Serafina DiLeonardo on Jun 21, 2009 16:23:48 GMT -6
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Ms. Chase, or Kristin (because that was her name) stared at this man and her lips parted. She blinked, not knowing how to handle his signals of attraction and how close he was to her. Her hand reached out, intending to stop him from touching her, but her hand ended up just hovering in the air while she felt him take her glasses away.
Her vision blurred slightly, but she could still see the mans attractive features. She shook her head slowly, not taking her eyes off him.
“I’m afraid not…” She said, although the authority in her voice was all but gone…
Raul took the glasses and folded them over the front pocket of his shirt and gave a pretend dramatic sigh at her response. To him, she didn't sound all too convincing, and he was going to use that to his advantage. He briefly took his eyes off her and looked at one of the documents laying on the table, immediately picking out a name. That was one thing he'd picked up from his years working for the DiLeonardo family, getting bits of information when he needed it.
" I don't think you're really that mean... Kristin" he commented, now looking back straight at her and his voice still quieter than usual, but naturally rough " Won't you even take an apology?". She was fairly stubborn, that much was certain, but Raul enjoyed a challenge. But he really didn't want to have to get angry - in this case it would likely make things worse.
Last Edit: Jun 22, 2009 7:47:31 GMT -6 by Raul Peña
Post by Serafina DiLeonardo on Jun 22, 2009 20:16:02 GMT -6
Clearing her throat again, Kristin shifted in her seat again. This guy was making her squirm, and she instantly felt hot all over. She looked down a little at the papers and tried to speak, although she didnt even believe herself this time.
"I'm afraid the boys saying sorry to each other is not good enough. I dont want the other students to get any ideas about getting off easily with something like this..."
Raul could tell he was having some kind of effect, and that was enough for him not to give up. Her followed her look to the papers, and reached down for them again, stopping near her ear to whisper. " I'm just going to take these..." he started, moving away from her neck after picking up the documents, heading a few steps over to the shredder "And put them where they belong". With that, he fed the sheets of paper through the system, giving her little time to retaliate, all the while keeping a strong look into her eyes.
" About that apology... I meant one coming from myself" he explained, putting the last piece through the shredder. From there, he took a look over her from her legs up to her eyes and smiled - now he was the one in control here.
Her expression, the way her voice wavered, the slight pinkness of the skin that coated her sculpted cheekbones... all of it just made Raul sure that he had won this little encounter. Even when she stood up as though to debate, he didn't lose any confidence in the outcome, she was in his pocket now, and he wasn't going to let her slip out until he'd gotten what he wanted. It was a perfect set up.
If it wasn't the way he thought, she would have remained cold, firm and rejected him right away, but the fact she inquired into 'what sort of apology' just made it evident that that wasn't the case. When she said that, he took some steps closer, stopping when they were toe-to-toe, when he was in her 'personal space', so to speak. For a moment, he stayed silent and just smirked while he watched her eyes for any signs. The papers were already dealt with... now what he did with this woman would purely be fun.... GainCarlo could a little longer, he wasn't going anywhere, right? Raul put a hand behind her neck, curling his fingers through the tight strands of hair, titling her head to one side to reach her ear for a whisper. "That all depends... on what you'd accept. Ms Chase".