“Wow, someone looks like she’s on floating on cloud nine,” Carly said as she, Sam and Skye sat on a blanket in the park. Michael, Morgan, and Elaina were playing on the swings nearby.
“Well, I was with you last night Carly, so you have to be talking about Skye,” Sam said with a smile. “So, you still haven’t said anything about your dinner with Lorenzo last night.”
Skye looked at the two women and rolled her eyes. “I am not the type of woman who kisses and tells,” she said.
“Oh come on!” exclaimed Carly. “Where’s the fun in that? We want all the juicy details. And I know your bursting to tell.”
Actually, Skye was bursting to tell Sam and Carly about her night with Lorenzo – well, not everything. Last night had been so wonderful. It was hours before they finally ended up eating the food she had ordered from the Metro-Court hotel, curled up on the floor in blankets in front of the fire. It had been wonderful.
Sam saw the sparkle in Skye’s eyes. “Must have been a great night. You’re glowing,” she said.
“It was,” said Skye. “It was absolutely perfect. The candles, the music, the food. All set up in the library was perfect.”
“Okay, great. Now what about the details, Skye? You know how impatient I can be,” Carly said in frustration.
Sam laughed. “Carly! Come on, I don’t exactly want all the details of Skye’s romantic dinner with my brother, thank you very much.”
Skye laughed as she watched the two women. Never in her wildest dreams would Skye had thought she would be friend with Carly Corinthos, but here she was, sharing a blanket with her in the park talking over her date with Lorenzo.
“Let’s just say that the grilled salmon from the Metro-Court is very good cold,” Skye said with a smile.
Carly and Sam looked at each other and then at Skye, and the three women burst into laughter.
He couldn’t believe it! How could Faith back out of this? It was ridiculous. She had no problem going after Jason and Alcazar before, why back out now? It didn’t matter. He still had some of his connections – not everyone sided with Jason.
Pacing back and forth in the living room of the beach house, Sonny though about it. There was one person he could call that would help him. Sonny needed an ally, someone who wanted to make Lorenzo Alcazar pay as much as he did. All of this was his fault. If he hadn’t come to Port Charles, tried to take Carly from him, and then set his daughter loose on Jason, none of this would have happened. And now Jason was stuck. Sonny would have thought that with the death of Jessica Alcazar, he would see the light, but no, that little brat she had been carrying survived and Sonny knew Jason, he would never abandon his child – if that really was his child.
His decision made, Sonny picked up the phone and placed the call.
Stan looked over the information in front of him and shook his head. You would think that Sonny would have learned that it was futile going up against Jason and Lorenzo.
When everything had gone down, Stan – along with almost every other guard and associate – stuck with Jason. They weren’t stupid, they knew who was really running the organization – and it wasn’t Sonny. Sure, Sonny may have given the orders, but if it weren’t for Jason, everything would have fallen apart a long time ago.
Stan had gotten the information that Jason wanted. He gathered everything up and left the office in Jason’s house. When Jason had moved in here, he had made sure Stan had somewhere to work as well. It was a great set-up.
Leaving the smaller house, Stan followed the path that lead to the back door of the main house. Letting himself in, he saw Jason in the kitchen sitting at the table, a cup of coffee in one hand and a report in the other. Stan figured it was the numbers from one of the island casinos he acquired in the takeover.
“Morning,” Stan said as he shut the door and headed to the coffee pot. Pouring himself a cup, he joined Jason at the table and passed the folder over to him.
Jason looked up. “Morning,” he said, putting the report aside and picking up the folder. He raised an eyebrow as he scanned what was inside. “I’m not surprised Sonny would contact Faith,” he said. “But her refusing to help?”
Stan nodded. “I was surprised too. I had someone look into it and she seems to be lying low. Has no interest in coming after us.”
“That’s probably the first smart move she’s made in a long time,” Jason said as he sipped his coffee. “But I still want surveillance on her, just in case.”
Stan agreed. “Do you think Sonny will try to contact someone else?” he asked.
Jason continued to scan over the document, not too happy with what he was seeing. “I wouldn’t put it past him,” he said. “By the sounds of this, he’s unraveling – which is not a good thing. We’re going to have to keep on our toes with him for now, try to anticipate what he’s up to and block any attempts he makes. I want guards increased on the property and all the kids – he might try to contact Michael or Morgan. “
“I’m on it,” said Stan as he stood up. Putting his coffee cup into the sink, he turned back to Jason. “Are you going to fill in Lorenzo?” he asked.
Jason nodded. “Yeah. If Sonny’s pegging him for retaliation, he has to know.”
Stan nodded in agreement and then left. He had a lot of work to do.
“So, now that we know what a wonderful night Skye had with Lorenzo, what about you?” Carly asked as she turned to look at Sam. The kids were still playing on the playground.
Sam looked at Carly with a raised eyebrow. “What do you mean what about me? I spend last night with you and with the exception of possibly drinking too many margaritas, I think we had a pretty good night.”
“That’s not what I meant!” Carly huffed, throwing a piece of brownie at Sam. “I mean, Skye has Lorenzo, Jax and I are kind of dancing around each other, but what about you? You’ve been here for two years Sam and have barely dated.”
“I too have dated!” Sam exclaimed, throwing the piece of brownie back at Carly.
“Oh really? Who?” Carly countered.
“Ummm . . . I went out with Dr. Patrick Drake,” Sam said.
Carly rolled her eyes. “Yeah, almost a year ago!”
“So, what?” said Sam. “It’s not a crime that I haven’t dated.”
“Well, it should be,” said Carly. “I mean, come on Sam . . . how can you not be with someone for so long. I mean . . . don’t you ever get . . . you know, frustrated?”
“Okay, I am not going to sit here and discuss my sex life with you!” Sam said, shaking her head.
“Or lack thereof,” Carly said.
“So it seems we have a common goal,” Sonny said into the phone as he sat at his desk.
“It would appear so,” said the voice on the other end of the line. “But why should I agree to work for you? What do I get out of it?”
“The satisfaction of taking out Lorenzo Alcazar,” Sonny said.
The person on the other end of the line laughed. “I don’t work for satisfaction Corinthos. Like I said, what do I get out of helping you?”
“A cut of the territory, both local and overseas.”
There was silence on the line and Sonny knew the other person was considering the offer. That was a good thing.
“You have a deal Corinthos. On one condition,” the voice said.
“What’s that?” Sonny asked on alert.
“You don’t question my methods,” the voice said. “And you don’t stand in my way. You want the job done, we do it my way.”
Sonny thought about it a minute. “Deal,” he said.
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