Chapter One
The man stood in the shadows waiting for his target to come into view. He had to be careful, any mistakes could cost him his life, if not the $30,000 dollars he was paid to do the hit and the nice bonus he would receive when the job was done and he had completed his assignment. Checking the getaway route one more time he sat and focused on the scene before him. He attached the silencer to his gun and sat waiting patiently for his intended target.
Leaving the waterfront Sonny, walked along the pier trying to work out the conflicting emotions he felt. The chilly breeze helped to penetrate the deep, mind numbing fog that had overcome him as he had left the courthouse. This week, the whole last two months if he were honest, had been total hell for him. His life seemed to be chaotic from every angle. The only joy he had lately was playing with his sons and his brief moments he spent with Sam. Sam McCall. Now that was something he couldn't explain. Sure she was a beautiful woman and she brought him some escape from the loneliness he felt in the long hours of the night. But, she was no Carly. Carly still managed to torment almost every waking moment of his life. He loved her, he hated her, his feelings were an extreme and intense, with her nothing was simple. Exhaling a deep breath he turned to face the water and tried to imagine not having Carly in his life at all. It was almost impossible and it sucked the breath from him. Gasping and feeling his chest tighten, Sonny rubbed his hand over his eyes and started walking in the direction of his warehouse.
Behind him in the shadow the predator raised his gun and pointed it carefully at his prey. What luck... the man had no clue that his life was about to end. The mighty Sonny Corinthos would be dead... because he had let down his guard... he would die alone only yards from his own turf. Taking aim the slowly squeezed the trigger.
Sonny would never know how close he came to dying that day. It had all happened so fast, so unexpectedly. He had turned away from the water and was walking towards his warehouse when something flew through the air and knocked him off balance and to the ground.
"What the Hell!" Sonny tried to catch his breath and looked up at the sky trying to figure out what had just happened. Looking down at the object pinning him to the ground he realized a small body was laying on top of him. Looking closely as he pulled the unmoving body away from he realized that his attacker had been a girl. It wasn't anyone he recognized, but then she was lying slumped across him face down. She had tackled him from a side angle. If it weren't so bizarre it would have been funny. A girl had actually tackled him.
Shaking her he bit out through his confusion, "Hey! Wake up. What in the hell do you think your doing?" He never noticed the tall shadow in the alley slink quietly away as if it had never been there.
The girl murmured, and Sonny carefully rolled her over so that he could get a better look at her. From what he could see it looked like she had been wearing the same clothes for days, and could probably use a shower. He didn't even want to know why his hands felt wet from were he was touching her. Sitting up and wiping his hands off on his pants he pulled his cell phone out of his pocket. Let the Jason deal with this and get some answers out of her. It was when he raised his phone to his ear that he noticed traces of red smeared on his hand.
"Damn..." he lifted his other hand and looked closely. It was blood. Cussing silently he began to look for a wound on the girl and was shocked to see a bullet wound on the upper right side of her chest. He was also surprised to see that the girl had turned out to be a nice armful of a young woman. He removed the scarf from neck and started putting pressure on the wound. Pulling his coat off it finally it him that he had been the target. She hadn't attacked him, but instead had probably saved his life. He quickly scanned the area to see if the shooter was hiding nearby. But, from what he could see he was alone. Laying the coat over her, he brushed the hair away from her face. The gunshot was bad, but nothing compared to the shock and anger he felt when he saw her face. Fading bruises stood out on her cheek and you could see that fairly recently someone had busted her lip and given her a black eye.
Feeling anger sear through him he dialed 9-1-1 for the ambulance.
"Yeah, I need an ambulance..." he never got to finish what he was saying because he felt a small cold hand touch his and hold on to it as if it were a life line.
"Please... please no hospitals... I can't..." Unable to finish the girl took a deep breath and closed her eyes.
It wasn't so much what she said, but the fear he heard in her voice and the helpless look in her eyes that made Sonny hang up the phone. He had seen a look of fear like this before. Sometimes at night his mother's face would haunt him and the eyes would tear into his soul. He may not have been able to help his mother, but this girl needed him and he owed her his life, he would do what he could to help her. He gave her hand a quick squeeze to reassure her and dialed Jason's number.
"Jason... yeah... listen, I need you to call the doctor, and get him to the penthouse as soon as possible. Tell her someone needs medical attention and that it's an emergency and meet me at the penthouse. No... no listen, I am fine. No... it's not the boys. Look, just get her and get there as quickly as you can. Tell her someone needs her help... and Jason make sure she brings stuff to remove a bullet."
Carefully picking up his rescuer Sonny quickly walked the remaining yards to his warehouse and made his way to his car.
"Mr. Corinthos!..." Max took one look at his employer and rushed to help him.
"Max, we need to get her to the penthouse as quickly and quietly as possible."
With a puzzled look Max paused and hesitated a minute before nodding in agreement.
"Don't worry, I didn't shoot her. Help me get her in and I'll fill you in on the way."
The man stood in the shadows waiting for his target to come into view. He had to be careful, any mistakes could cost him his life, if not the $30,000 dollars he was paid to do the hit and the nice bonus he would receive when the job was done and he had completed his assignment. Checking the getaway route one more time he sat and focused on the scene before him. He attached the silencer to his gun and sat waiting patiently for his intended target.
Leaving the waterfront Sonny, walked along the pier trying to work out the conflicting emotions he felt. The chilly breeze helped to penetrate the deep, mind numbing fog that had overcome him as he had left the courthouse. This week, the whole last two months if he were honest, had been total hell for him. His life seemed to be chaotic from every angle. The only joy he had lately was playing with his sons and his brief moments he spent with Sam. Sam McCall. Now that was something he couldn't explain. Sure she was a beautiful woman and she brought him some escape from the loneliness he felt in the long hours of the night. But, she was no Carly. Carly still managed to torment almost every waking moment of his life. He loved her, he hated her, his feelings were an extreme and intense, with her nothing was simple. Exhaling a deep breath he turned to face the water and tried to imagine not having Carly in his life at all. It was almost impossible and it sucked the breath from him. Gasping and feeling his chest tighten, Sonny rubbed his hand over his eyes and started walking in the direction of his warehouse.
Behind him in the shadow the predator raised his gun and pointed it carefully at his prey. What luck... the man had no clue that his life was about to end. The mighty Sonny Corinthos would be dead... because he had let down his guard... he would die alone only yards from his own turf. Taking aim the slowly squeezed the trigger.
Sonny would never know how close he came to dying that day. It had all happened so fast, so unexpectedly. He had turned away from the water and was walking towards his warehouse when something flew through the air and knocked him off balance and to the ground.
"What the Hell!" Sonny tried to catch his breath and looked up at the sky trying to figure out what had just happened. Looking down at the object pinning him to the ground he realized a small body was laying on top of him. Looking closely as he pulled the unmoving body away from he realized that his attacker had been a girl. It wasn't anyone he recognized, but then she was lying slumped across him face down. She had tackled him from a side angle. If it weren't so bizarre it would have been funny. A girl had actually tackled him.
Shaking her he bit out through his confusion, "Hey! Wake up. What in the hell do you think your doing?" He never noticed the tall shadow in the alley slink quietly away as if it had never been there.
The girl murmured, and Sonny carefully rolled her over so that he could get a better look at her. From what he could see it looked like she had been wearing the same clothes for days, and could probably use a shower. He didn't even want to know why his hands felt wet from were he was touching her. Sitting up and wiping his hands off on his pants he pulled his cell phone out of his pocket. Let the Jason deal with this and get some answers out of her. It was when he raised his phone to his ear that he noticed traces of red smeared on his hand.
"Damn..." he lifted his other hand and looked closely. It was blood. Cussing silently he began to look for a wound on the girl and was shocked to see a bullet wound on the upper right side of her chest. He was also surprised to see that the girl had turned out to be a nice armful of a young woman. He removed the scarf from neck and started putting pressure on the wound. Pulling his coat off it finally it him that he had been the target. She hadn't attacked him, but instead had probably saved his life. He quickly scanned the area to see if the shooter was hiding nearby. But, from what he could see he was alone. Laying the coat over her, he brushed the hair away from her face. The gunshot was bad, but nothing compared to the shock and anger he felt when he saw her face. Fading bruises stood out on her cheek and you could see that fairly recently someone had busted her lip and given her a black eye.
Feeling anger sear through him he dialed 9-1-1 for the ambulance.
"Yeah, I need an ambulance..." he never got to finish what he was saying because he felt a small cold hand touch his and hold on to it as if it were a life line.
"Please... please no hospitals... I can't..." Unable to finish the girl took a deep breath and closed her eyes.
It wasn't so much what she said, but the fear he heard in her voice and the helpless look in her eyes that made Sonny hang up the phone. He had seen a look of fear like this before. Sometimes at night his mother's face would haunt him and the eyes would tear into his soul. He may not have been able to help his mother, but this girl needed him and he owed her his life, he would do what he could to help her. He gave her hand a quick squeeze to reassure her and dialed Jason's number.
"Jason... yeah... listen, I need you to call the doctor, and get him to the penthouse as soon as possible. Tell her someone needs medical attention and that it's an emergency and meet me at the penthouse. No... no listen, I am fine. No... it's not the boys. Look, just get her and get there as quickly as you can. Tell her someone needs her help... and Jason make sure she brings stuff to remove a bullet."
Carefully picking up his rescuer Sonny quickly walked the remaining yards to his warehouse and made his way to his car.
"Mr. Corinthos!..." Max took one look at his employer and rushed to help him.
"Max, we need to get her to the penthouse as quickly and quietly as possible."
With a puzzled look Max paused and hesitated a minute before nodding in agreement.
"Don't worry, I didn't shoot her. Help me get her in and I'll fill you in on the way."