I never thought that this would be the way I was going to die. I had been born into the life of the mob and I freely and gladly accepted it. I wanted to be involved in the family business and I knew the risks that came with it and the sacrifices I would have to make. But, I never expected this to happen. Never expected a force greater, stronger, and deadlier than the mob to overcome me and possibly end my life. I had been diagnosed with leukemia.
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I walked into the Greystone Mansion; Sonny Corinthos' home. We hated each other, for the most part. We had a one night stand back in January and we have been at each other's throats since then. We are both from rival mob families, but there is once in a blue moon where he can be a real decent guy to me and that is why I came here. I couldn't tell Johnny about the disease, but I needed to tell someone. Johnny would be devastated and he would devote his life to taking care of me and I didn't want him to do that. But, I knew Sonny knew how to take devastating news like this, he knew how to deal with it, and I hoped he would be able to help me deal, heal, and die peacefully.
I rang the Greystone mansion doorbell, with shaky hands and one of Sonny's body guards, Max, answered the door. He took a look at my beat red face, red swollen eyes, and he knew that I had been crying. He let me inside hesitantly; unsure if it was a good idea. "Is Sonny around?" I asked, hopeful. Max closed the door diligently and turned to face my tired and sad complexion.
"Sorry, Ms. Zacchara, he is out at the moment, but if it is an emergency I'll let you wait inside. Just don't go through anything." Max allowed.
I gave him a quick flash of a smile and then answered him, "I'm not here to spy for my family. This has nothing to do with business. I just need some help and advice." Max nodded his head and opened the double doors that led to Sonny's living room, and let me in. I walked through the living room, looking around before walking over to the open bar and pouring myself a glass of vodka. I gulped it down as fast as I could; feeling the adrenaline kicking up in my body. I sat down in the head arm chair and picked up a magazine that laid on the coffee table and flipped through it three times. He still wasn't here yet. I was a very impatient person and I could only wait for so long. I threw the magazine back on the coffee table and walked toward the back doors, that led to his marble stone porch. I walked out letting the wind hit me like a whack from a baseball bat. It was August and summer was coming to a close and the nights were starting to get a little windier. I walked out to the edge of the porch, smoothing my hands over the balcony edge. I looked out ahead of me and all I could see was an in-ground pool, other things that were outside for his kids, and an eight foot tall, stone wall. It was not the prettiest sight I had ever seen. But, I stared at it and looked around and around and around and I waited for Corinthos to come home.
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Sonny Corinthos walked into his house, greeted by his body guard, and shaking his head. Another fight with Kate about him and Carly and now she was calling off the wedding. Just perfect, that was all he needed. "Boss," Max called out. Sonny turned around, uninterested, but still waiting to listen.
"Yes, Max," He whispered, annoyed. Max was hesitant upon telling him that one of his "enemies" was waiting for him in his living room. Sonny wouldn't be to pleased, but he would be acceptant.
"Ms. Zacchara is waiting for you," he finally told. Sonny let out a sigh and then shook his head in disbelief on how his day was going and soon ending.
"Max, now is not a good time, get rid of her." He bellowed at his body guard.
He was walking towards the stairs when Max called out, "Boss, it seems really serious. She said she wasn't here for business and she needed your help and advice on something… she had been crying." Sonny turned toward Max and nodded his head, sighing once again. He walked into his living room and saw that Claudia was standing on his back porch, staring out into space. "Here goes nothing," Sonny thought to himself.