She was good at crying.
As the water rushed over her body, Carly allowed her eyes to close in pleasure.
It was a simple pleasure, but enough to make her already high rush of adrenaline turn into something much more.
Her hands moved over her body and she moaned as she imagined they weren’t hers, but Jason’s. It was Jason’s hands that moved over her belly than up to capture her breasts in his hands, pinching the already hardened nipples until a slight cry was pulled from her throat.
Carly felt heavy, knowing instinctively that she was more than wet between the legs and it made her yearn for Jason even more.
It had been so long since someone had ravished her. It had been so long since a man had moved his mouth over her, and not just her body.
Moving a hand down her belly she moved it between her legs and cupped herself, feeling her pleasure rise.
“Yes,” she moaned, sinking two fingers into herself easily. “Jason.”
Gripping onto the wall, Carly moved her foot up to the edge of the tub, her hips moving against her hand.
She longed so much to be back in Jason’s arm. Had even dreamt of the times that she had been with him, so long ago now.
Moaning loudly, Carly brushed her thumb over her hardened nub, adding to the pressure that was building steadily inside of her.
She wanted it to be Jason’s fingers inside of her, Jason’s thumb rubbing against her. She wanted Jason to grab her hips and move behind her, to take her from behind.
The pleasure the image gave her was too intense and she screamed as she came, long and hard.
“Jason! Oooh, Jason!” she cried, leaning heavily against the wall.
A laugh spilled from her mouth soon after, her hand moving to join the other on the wall.
So pathetic, she thought to herself. Why give herself pleasure when she could have the real thing?
After finishing cleaning the blood off of her body, Carly wrapped a towel around herself and stepped out of the shower, ignoring the body that was lying at the back of the shower.
She dried herself off and dressed quickly. Than, she let her eyes go to the mirror and to the dead body of her ex-husband.
“He is going to be mine again, Sonny. And no one, not even you, is going to stop me this time,” she said shaking her hair out of the bun she had it in.
Another laugh escaped her at the possibility of having Jason to herself again. He would be hers.
And Elizabeth Webber would be meat for the fish.
Jason slowly followed Rodriguez into the waiting area, but refused to sit down.
Audrey was dead, he asked himself. How can that be?
He must have said the words aloud because the next instant Rodriguez was answering the question.
“A call came in about gunshots being fired, and then a figure leaving the scene soon after,” answered Cruz as he looked up at Jason. “Where were you between the time of seven o’clock to eight tonight?”
Jason glared at him. “You think I did this?” he snapped out.
“All I want is an answer, Morgan. Where were you between those times?”
“Kelly’s to meet Nikolas and Emily for dinner.”
Cruz jotted down the notes. “Did you happen to see Ms Hardy before then?” he asked.
Jason nodded. “I was dropping Cameron off at her house before I had to go to work,” he answered.
Sighing, Cruz sat the pad down. “Why were you dropping off Cameron? Why not Elizabeth?”
Running his hands over his face, Jason sighed. “Elizabeth was late for work, I offered to take him over.”
“Was there any fighting? Did Ms. Hardy say anything that could have been linked with her murder this evening?”
Jason had to give it to the man. Cruz Rodriguez was a smart man, but there was something the man wasn’t saying and it was beginning to irritate Jason.
“Audrey wanted me to stay away from Elizabeth,” he finally admitted.
Cruz frowned. “Why?” he asked.
“Because of my life. She thought I was too dangerous for Liz and Cameron.”
Jason finally sat down in the chair across from the couch. “I went home. I tried to push Elizabeth and Cameron away.”
“And, why did you do that?”
“I thought I was keeping them safe.”
Cruz nodded. “And apparently Elizabeth didn’t take that well?” he asked.
Jason shook his head. “She went to pick up Cameron, and from what she told me…Audrey and her got into a fight. She and Cameron left and came to me. We made up and then met Emily and Nikolas for dinner.”
“So Elizabeth can prove your alibi from the time she got off work and picked up Cameron to the time she got to your apartment?” asked Cruz.
“Yes…but what does this have to do with anything?” snapped Jason as he got up.
Cruz closed his book. “I needed to make sure.”
“Make sure what?”
“I need to make sure that I was right about you. That you would never kill an innocent woman.”
Jason eyes narrowed in anger. “So this was a test?”
Cruz nodded and stood. “I think I know who killed Ms. Hardy,” he said.
Great, thought Commissioner Scorpio as he walked into the Corinthos home.
His eyes went to the woman who was crying frantically on the couch and then to the detective on duty.
“Alright who did he kill?” he asked.
The man looked up at Mac with wide eyes. “You don’t know?” he asked.
Mac sighed. “I just got here, Detective. Now tell me who Corinthos killed?”
“It’s not who he killed.”
“What the hell are you talking about?”
“Mac…Sonny Corinthos is dead.”
Mac’s eyes narrowed in shock. He then looked toward Sonny’s ex-wife. “She was here?” he asked.
The man shook his head. “No, she stumbled on the body when she came to pick up her boys.”
“Oh my God, were they here?”
Following his boss, Detective Walsh shook his head. “No, the bodyguards had taken them out for dinner.”
Mac moved up the stairs, tearing at the yellow tape. “Who the hell was watching Corinthos?”
Walsh shook his head. “No one, sir.”
Shaking his head, Mac made a sound. “Good fucking night not to have any bodyguards on him.”
Walking into the bathroom, Mac squatted in front of the body that now lay on the floor. Pulling the sheet down, he nearly gagged.
“Gunshot to the back of the head. Came out his…” started Walsh, making a face.
Mac held his hand up and covered the body. “I don’t need to know how he died,” he said putting the back of his hand over his mouth as he stood.
Walsh nodded. “Sorry sir,” he said. “Whoever did this did us a favor.”
“No, whoever did this just started a war,” muttered Mac as he moved out of the bathroom.
“You’re not seriously thinking a mob war is starting!” said Walsh, following him.
Mac rolled his eyes. “One mob war after another has been going on for more than ten years, why should another surprise me?”
Walsh watched as the Commissioner walked out of the house and shook his head.
“No!” cried Elizabeth as she pushed Jason away. “Don’t touch me!”
Jason tried hard to not let the pain of her refusal show. He knew she was angry and hurt.
After the tests were done, Cruz had told her about Audrey and for the past thirty minutes he had been trying to calm her down.
“Elizabeth, listen to me…” he started.
Elizabeth slapped his hands away. “No! Get out!” she cried. “I want to be alone.”
Jason swallowed. “Being alone right now is not the answer, Liz. There is a killer out there!”
“And does that make it any different than what you do?” she snapped at him.
He looked at her in shock. “Elizabeth.”
Shaking her head, Elizabeth closed her eyes. “I should have never come to you. I should have just left well enough alone!”
“You don’t mean that.”
Elizabeth opened her eyes. “I mean every word.”
“No, you’re lying. You love me.”
She laughed, the tears continuing to flow down her cheeks. “Love you? Loving you has gotten me nothing but heartache and loss. Everywhere you go, there is a body left behind. A face on a milk carton or in the newspaper.”
“No Jason, I will not allow this to happen any longer. Get out!” she screamed at him.
Jason’s eyes widened, and he tried to keep the tears from falling, from blinding him. She couldn’t mean this; she couldn’t mean to push him away. Why was she doing this?
“Elizabeth, please listen to me.”
Yanking her hand away when he went to take it, Elizabeth slapped him across the face. Hard.
“I. Said. Get. Out!” she yelled. “NOW!”
He stood, but didn’t move toward the door.
“Get out of here Jason! GET OUT!” she screamed, her voice breaking at the end. “GET OUT!”
As she broke into sobs, Jason swallowed. He wanted nothing more than to pull her into his arms, but knew she wouldn’t allow it.
Turning, he walked out of the room, his eyes going to Nikolas and Emily.
Emily reached out and put a hand on his arm. “She didn’t mean that, Jason. She’s just hurting.”
“I know…and she won’t let me help her,” said Jason, blinking back the tears, but it was useless. They fell down his cheeks.
Squeezing his arm, Emily moved. “I’ll see if I can calm her down,” she said before going into the room and shutting the door.
Nikolas watched as Jason ran his hands through his hair. “Is Cruz sure of it?” he asked.
Jason nodded slowly. “He has his suspicions. Lucky came onto the docks forty-five minutes after Audrey was shot. Enough time to lose the weapon, and the clothes.”
“Jesus,” said Nikolas, putting a hand to his mouth in shock. “Luke is not going to believe this…”
“Hell…neither do I.”
“I told her I hated her Emily,” cried Elizabeth as she held onto Emily’s hands. “I told her that I never wanted to see her again!”
Emily sat on the bed and pulled her friend into her arms. “Shh,” she whispered. “Audrey knew you loved her.”
“Why?” Elizabeth cried, clinging onto Emily. “Why did this have to happen?”
“We’re trying to find that out, but you have to calm down,” whispered Emily. “You need to keep yourself and the baby calm.”
Elizabeth stiffened at her words. “Baby,” she whispered, shaking her head as she pulled back. “I wish this baby was never even conceived.”
Emily’s eyes widened as she looked at her friend. “You don’t mean that,” she said with a gasp.
“I mean every word. I wish I had never gotten together with Jason, I wish this baby wasn’t here! I wish I didn’t love him!” she yelled.
She swallowed at her best friend’s words and looked down. “You need to get some rest, Elizabeth. You’re in shock, you don’t know what you’re saying.”
Elizabeth screamed. “I know exactly what I am saying!” she snapped at Emily. “Every word!”
“Please…don’t do this…”
“Oh God, get out of here!” cried Elizabeth. “I can’t bear to look at any of you anymore!”
Emily stood, her eyes wide with shock and hurt.
“Emily you let him back in here, I swear. I will never speak to you again!”
She knew what her friend meant, and Emily managed a nod. “Get…get some rest,” she said.
Emily opened the door and walked out, shutting the door behind her.
Elizabeth looked at the closed door, her bottom lip trembling. She then covered her face as sobs escaped.
“How is she?” asked Jason as he got up from the chair in the waiting room and hurried over to his sister.
Emily opened her mouth; the shock that ran through her body had her dazed. “I – I…” she started.
The two turned at the cry and Jason barely had time to turn before a body was against his.
“Carly?” he asked, feeling his friend’s body shaking. “What’s going on?”
“It was horrible!” cried Carly as she latched onto him, burying her face in his chest.
Frowning at Emily, Jason put his hands on Carly’s arms and gently pulled her back. “What happened?”
“Oooh, Jason…I can’t believe…”
Carly eyes darted from the floor, to his chest, and then finally to his eyes.
“Jason…Sonny is gone.”
Jason frowned. “What do you mean he’s gone.”
A sob escaped her and she put a hand to her mouth. It took her moment before she could talk again.
There was a commotion outside the door and it made Robin frown as she went to put a light sedative into Elizabeth’s IV.
“What’s…going on?” asked Elizabeth as she lifted her head to look at Robin.
Robin shook her head. “I don’t know,” she said, before stepping back. “I’ll be right back.”
Elizabeth nodded and watched her as she went. When the door closed, she kicked off the sheets.
It took a few minutes for her to get all the wires off, including the needle in her arm. Hissing in pain she used the cloth and tape to wrap it.
Looking at the door again, Elizabeth stood slowly and hurried into the bathroom. She dressed quickly in the scrubs that were put in there for emergencies.
She had to get out of there.
Once dressed she walked out into the room and slipped her shoes on, not knowing how she was going to get out of the hospital without getting caught.
Her eyes went to the window as she put her hair up into a bun.
She looked at the door once again before hurrying to the window. Opening it, she slid out and onto the rooftop. Not bothering to close it, she hurried to the railing that led down to the ground.
Swallowing past the dryness in her mouth and her fear of heights, she went onto the railing and climbed down.
It didn’t take long for her to reach the ground and looked back up to see if anyone had caught her.
Not seeing anybody, she pulled the sweater she had managed to swipe after pulling on her shoes, and pulled it close. She then hurried out of the alley and toward the park.
She had to get to her son.
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