“Where the hell is she?” yelled Jason as came out of the room, his eyes glaring daggers into Robin.
It made her feel uncomfortable, even though she had gotten used to it years before. But time away in Paris had eaten at the barriers she had created in herself and now, as he looked at her, it almost made her shake.
“Th-there was a commotion, I came out to check. When I went back in to give her a sedative she was gone,” she answered as quickly as she could.
Jason ran his hands through his hair in frustration. How could this have happened? In barely twenty-four hours he had decided to stay away, made up with Elizabeth, had dinner with his sister and her fiancée, watched as the woman he loved fell down the stairs after a fight with her soon to be ex-husband, found out she was pregnant, and by the end of the night found out Audrey and Sonny had been murdered. And now this?
He barely even had time to let the fact that his best friend was dead enter his mind, because now Elizabeth was gone. Glaring at Robin, he sighed.
“You shouldn’t have left her Robin,” he growled. “Not in the state that she’s in!”
“I know, Jason. I’m sorry…” started Robin, but was stopped by Carly who put a hand up. She nearly rolled her eyes in impatience.
Carly looked at Jason. “Didn’t you hear anything I just said? Sonny is dead, Jason!” she yelled, tears on the verge of falling down her face once more.
Jason closed his eyes. “Carly I…” he stopped. “I have to find Elizabeth.”
Reaching out, Carly grabbed his arm, stopping him from leaving. “What the hell is more important than finding your best friend’s killer?” she snapped.
He swallowed the answer, his hand turning into a fist. He then pulled away. “She’s pregnant, Carly,” he answered instead.
Carly’s eyes widened, watching him hurry toward the elevators. “Jason!” she yelled, following after him as Nikolas and Emily got onto the elevator with him. “Jason!”
The doors closed before she could get to him. Letting out a frustrated curse she slammed her fist against the elevator before turning to see Robin and Patrick looking at her.
“What are you looking at?” she snapped.
Robin held her hands up. “Nothing,” she answered, turning and walking in the other direction.
“That’s right, Miss Perfect. Keep walking!” she yelled, at the two. “And don’t forget your little lost puppy too!”
When they were no longer in her sight, Carly closed her eyes.
This was not going the way she planned. Damn bitch, she thought to herself. Now I’m going to have to get rid of you.
Every light in the house was on tonight.
It made Elizabeth curse as she kept to the bushes, managing to avoid the guard dogs and the men that were put on guard at almost every door in the mansion.
Rolling her eyes, Elizabeth moved her head up slowly until she could see into the den. There, in one of the chairs sat Edward, taking his evening nap.
She almost shook her head. There are beds for that, she thought to herself. If she could sneak inside, Elizabeth could get up the stairs. But what room was her little boy in?
Cursing, Elizabeth looked away and inched herself against the wall.
A movement made her gasp and she immediately put a hand to her mouth. Shit, her brain yelled at her.
Elizabeth watched as the guard moved onto the patio and looked out at the garden below. This would be her only chance to get inside.
Swallowing the panic, Elizabeth moved quickly and with one hand, she opened the door gently and slid inside.
No alarm, she thought with another sigh. Turning she looked over at Edward, shaking her head when he began to snore. She tiptoed her way out of the living room and into the entry of the Quartermaine mansion.
Memories almost hit her all at once. Shaking herself out of her reverie she made her way up the stairs, quietly moving until she was behind the wall.
Taking a deep breath, she brought her hand to her chest. Stay calm, she thought to herself. Must stay calm.
A humming sound came from down the hall and her eyes widened in panic. Grabbing onto the first door she could she open it and hurried inside, almost slamming it shut.
“Shit!” she hissed to herself as Alice walked by, almost skipping.
At one time, it had actually been amusing, but at the moment she could care less about the skipping and humming. Or the woman that was doing it.
Elizabeth let out a sharp cry, falling against the door. Bringing a hand up to the back of her head she began rubbing where the pain was.
Crawling to the edge of the bed, Cameron frowned. “Mommy got a boo-boo?” he asked.
She moaned, closing and reopening her eyes. The dizziness passed by quickly. Elizabeth then moved over to the bed. “Mommy is fine. Cameron get your coat, we need to go. Now!” she whispered.
Looking down at Spencer who was still asleep, he took his coat. “We go home?” he asked.
“No…we are going on a little trip.”
“What about Spencer?” he asked allowing his mother to slip on his coat.
Elizabeth looked at the little boy and reached over, tucking the blanket closer. “He can’t come with us.”
“What about Daddy Jason?”
She nearly stopped at those words. Swallowing past the lump in her throat, Elizabeth bent down. “Daddy Jason has important things to do. He’ll come with us later,” she said.
“Okay mommy. Let’s go!” said Cameron, smiling at the idea of going on a trip with his Mommy.
Elizabeth managed a smile just for her son and got up. She took one last look at Spencer before slipping out of the room. She stopped and placed an envelope on the nightstand before hurrying from the room.
Getting downstairs and out of the house wasn’t as easy as getting inside. Having to stop to constantly tell her three year old that they were playing a game of “Who Can Be Quiet The Longest” took longer than she thought.
Once inside the car, after making sure Cameron was buckled in, she started the car and quickly drove away.
“Mommy, game over?” he asked.
Elizabeth swallowed. “Yes, Cameron,” she answered. “The game is over.”
The darkness in his blue eyes nearly had Lucky turning around to the guard to tell him to take him back to his cell.
When Lucky had been told he had a visitor, he had been expecting his cousin, not Morgan.
Managing not to swallow, Lucky allowed the guard to push him down in the chair and lock him to the table. He didn’t say anything, and neither did Jason until the guard took his leave.
Lucky glared at Jason, not allowing his fear to overpower his anger. This was the man that had taken everything he cared about and loved. This was the man that had stolen the one thing he thought he’d have in his life forever.
It seemed like a decade had passed since he and Elizabeth got married. And now, Jason Morgan had her, but if he had his way, it wouldn’t be for long.
“What do you want?” he finally asked, not having the patience to wait for Morgan to speak.
He watched the man lean forward and again had to still his racing heart. Lucky was better than Jason Morgan could ever be. He would get Elizabeth and Cameron back. And when he did, he would make Elizabeth pay for opening her legs to the mobster.
“I have three words for you and I want an answer,” Jason growled out.
Lucky smiled. “That was eleven, now what the hell do you want?”
“Where is she?”
“You know who.”
Rolling his eyes, Lucky shook his head. “Was I born to read minds?”
“Don’t make me come over this table and beat it out of you.”
“You threatening me, Morgan?”
“No…just making a promise,” growled Jason. He then leaned closer. “Where is she?”
Lucky sighed. “I don’t know what you are talking about. Last time I saw, she was going to the hospital.”
“You put her there. You are the one that went to Audrey’s house! You are the one that pulled the trigger!”
He barked out a laugh, his head falling back. Lucky’s body shook with each laugh.
Jason frowned before grabbing him by the shirt. “Where is she?” she yelled.
“I don’t know!” laughed Lucky. “And whoever shot the old hag, I’d like to meet him.”
“I can arrange that before I blow your head off Spencer. Now where is Elizabeth?”
“I told you the truth!”
Jason made a face. “You never tell the truth!” he snapped out.
Lucky grinned. “This time I am, Morgan. You want to know where Elizabeth went. Find her yourself.”
With a shove of his hand, Jason pushed Lucky and the table against the wall. Yelling from outside the door sounded, but Jason ignored it.
“If she is hurt…I swear to you…” he started, his voice hard.
“You might not want to threaten me, Morgan,” Lucky choked out. “This is the police station.”
Jason’s mouth curved. “You think anyone in this dump gives a rat’s ass about you anymore, Spencer?”
“That remains to be seen…now let me go!”
He did, with a punch to his face. Kicking the table away from the door, Jason walked out, the door closing behind him.
Stopping in front of Emily and Nikolas he shook his head. “He doesn’t know.”
Nikolas frowned. “My brother also lies.”
“Not about this. He has no idea where she is,” said Jason, he then looked at the Commissioner. “How long can you keep him?”
Mac sighed. “By law, forty-eight hours. Ric is trying to get him out on bail.”
Jason shook his head. He should have known Sonny’s brother would involve himself in this situation.
“Try to keep him longer. I need to find Elizabeth,” he said and headed toward the stairs.
Nodding, Mac turned to him. “I got my men out there looking for her too. Be careful!”
Jason only nodded, Nikolas and Emily following after him.
“This is ridiculous,” snapped Emily as she followed her brother inside the penthouse. “Where could she have gone?”
Jason rubbed his hands over his face and then through his hair. “She was scared, Emily. She could be anywhere,” he said sitting down on the couch.
Biting her lip, Emily sat down next to Jason. “She’s not the only one that’s scared,” she said, looking down at her hands.
Looking at his sister, Jason reached over and took her hands in his. “We’re going to find her.”
She nodded, blinking past the tears. “I wish Nikolas would call. I’m worried about Cam and Spencer.”
“I’m sure they’re sleeping. Alice has a way with kids,” he said with a roll of his eyes making them both smile.
Emily looked down at their hands. “I can’t believe Sonny’s gone,” she whispered. Even though they hadn’t been together in more then six months, she had loved him. And now he was gone.
Jason swallowed and looked away. “He took me in when I didn’t have a home,” he admitted. “He made me feel like I was somebody. That I could be somebody I could one day be proud of.”
“Are you?” she asked.
“Proud of the man you’ve become?”
Closing his eyes, he pulled away and walked over to the doors leading outside to the patio.
“Jason?” asked Emily turning on the couch.
“If I was proud of the man I have become…I wouldn’t be searching for Elizabeth right now, worried to death. Sonny wouldn’t be in the morgue. Lucky wouldn’t be sitting in lock-up for killing Elizabeth’s grandmother,” he growled, his hands turning into fists.
Emily closed her eyes, tears falling down her cheeks. “Please don’t,” she cried. “Don’t do this to yourself.”
He didn’t turn to her. “It’s my fault that Elizabeth is gone. It’s my fault, Emily.”
“No!” yelled Emily as she got up. “This is not your fault, you couldn’t have know what was going to happen! None of us did!”
As she went to walk to him, something fell off the couch and she frowned. Moving to pick it up, she stopped when she recognized the writing on the front.
“Look, Emily, I don’t want to talk about this anymore. We need to find Elizabeth,” said Jason as he turned. He stopped when he saw the envelope. “Where did you get that?”
Emily looked at the couch. “It fell,” she answered, watching as he walked over to her. “Jason, this is Sonny’s handwriting.”
Swallowing, Jason took the envelope from her. Turning it, he went to open it.
A shrill of Emily’s cell phone going off had them both jumping.
“Jesus,” snapped Emily as she opened it. “Hello?”
“It’s Nikolas, Cameron’s gone Emily!”
Emily’s mouth opened in shock. “What?”
“I said he’s gone! And Elizabeth left a note. It’s addressed to Jason.”
“Oh God…we’re on our way,” she said, before hanging up. “That was Nikolas. Elizabeth broke into the mansion and took Cameron!”
Jason grabbed his jacket. “Let’s go!” he yelled, not noticing the envelope that he had in his hand drop back down to the floor.
Carly folded her arms as she looked at her cousin in disgust.
“Everything was working so well,” she said, shaking her head. “How could you let this happen?”
Lucky looked up, a fresh bruise covering half of his face. “How the hell am I supposed to do anything locked to a fucking table, Carly?”
“You were supposed to take care of your wife, Lucky. Now she’s out there with Jason looking for her!” she snapped back.
Sighing, Lucky leaned back in his chair. “Again, I can’t do anything from here.”
Carly laughed. “I guess that leaves me to get you the hell out of here,” she said, shaking her head.
“And how do you plan on doing that, bitch?” he snapped.
Reaching out, she slapped him. “Watch your fucking mouth, my husband is dead because of you!”
“Ha, I didn’t have to kill him!”
“You pulled the trigger as much as I did, Lucky!”
“God,” groaned Lucky. “I’m tired of this two for one shit, I want out of here! Now!”
Standing from her chair, Carly shook her head. “You’re a real piece of work.”
“Not as much as you are…street hussy.”
Carly leaned in. “You call me that one more time and I’ll tell them you’re the one who killed Audrey Hardy.”
“You do that, and I’ll break your pretty little neck…slut.”
She went to hit him when the door opened. Turning, she smiled at the one man she despised the most.
“Problems?” asked Ric, raising an eyebrow before moving into the room.
The door slammed shut behind him.
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