Preface:

Johnny shuddered as he walked into his childhood prison, God he hated this place and everything it stood for. If he had his way he would never set foot on the Zacchara family estate again after tonight. Damn Claudia for making him promise to get the papers, the contract between Sonny and his father. He understood why she needed them, especially now. When Claudia lost the baby her position became tenuous at best. If the truth about Michael were to come out now there would be nothing stopping her husband, Sonny Corinthos, or his enforcer Jason Morgan from getting their revenge on his sister. Johnny begged his sister to cut her losses and go to their uncle for protection, unfortunately for both of them Claudia was too power hungry. Giving up meant loosing all she'd gained by becoming Mrs. Sonny Corinthos.

Stupid, stupid, stupid, he pounded his fist against the foyer wall, her thirst for power will most likely get her killed, and maybe him too, for helping her. What choice did he have? Claudia was his sister, the only blood he considered family. So here he was back in the place he despised in the hopes they might find some loophole in the agreement to save his sister life.

Lost in thought Johnny stopped short when he realized there was a light coming from his fathers study. Strange, he knew there was staff still living here taking care of the house and grounds, even a few of the Zacchara men loyal to his father were in residence as guards, but no one should be in his father private sanctum. As he slowly approached he recognized his father voice.

"What the hell…" the favored son said barely above a whisper. What was going on? His lunatic father was in prison awaiting trial. It couldn't be him. Johnny stopped and listened through the crack in the door where the light seeped out.

"He was spotted earlier today at the coffee house. He's definitely back in town and he looks like shit." Said a gruff man.

"I want it to go down tonight then, you have everything you need?"

"Yes, sir Mr. Zacchara. Tony has enough C4 to bring down a high rise. We started preparing as soon as he was spotted back in Port Charles. After tonight there will be nothing left."

As Johnny drew closer he recognized the distortion of his father's voice coming through a speaker phone as he gave orders to two of the old guards loyal to his father.

"I want you to make sure Ms. Webber and her two bastards are home and tucked up in bed. No mistakes."

"They are all home, I saw them arrive home less a little over a hour ago, she fixed them dinner and started to get the kiddies ready for bed, and according to her schedule, she has an early shift. She's not going anywhere tonight."

"Good just make sure the car is still in the drive, and call before you set it up. I want everything ready for 2 am. I will be contacting Mr. Morgan at 1:50, you wait until he gets there before setting off the charges. I want him to watch as everything he's ever loved goes up in flames,he took my legs for almost a year, my home, all those memories, and my freedom. I'll have my revenge. Morgan is finally going to learn the cost of fucking with Anthony Zacchara."

Johnny stood at the door confused why would his father go after Elizabeth Webber. Why would he care if her children were in the house? He'd grown up knowing how brutal his father was when it came to pay back but he'd never heard him plan it before. He was so cold and malicious. There was even a hint of pleasure in his father's voice. Johnny felt nauseous. Then his father spoke again. With his parting words to the thugs Johnny finally understood all too well why his father was going after Elizabeth Webber.

"Jason Morgan is an idiot. Who would have figured it?" Johnny whispered to himself.

Pulled from his thoughts Johnny realized he still needed to get out of there undetected. As he slipped out of the house and headed back to PC it dawned on him, he forgot the contracts.

"If I play this right, we may not need them anyway..." the son of a mobster said to no one in particular.