Alexis watched as Cooper fiddled with his thumbs and gently urged him to continue. "Cooper . . . I know you don't want to spend a lifetime in prison. I also know that you don't deserve it," Alexis said. "Just tell me what went on so I can make sure you aren't wearing orange for the rest of your life."

Cooper looked up, his blue eyes distant this time, almost as if they were looking past her. "I can't tell you. I made a promise to not tell. Maybe . . . maybe you should ask Logan Hayes - -"

"Coop - -"

"Please," he mumbled softly. "I can tell you that I didn't strangle that woman, but that's all I can tell you."

Alexis knew she would get the answer out of him somehow, but decided not to pry for the moment. There were other matters to be attended to. "What about Sonny? There's a reason he contacted me and another thing, Diane Miller was planning on defending you. In fact she was the one who had called me and wished me luck, claiming that I didn't know what I'm getting myself into. Cooper, what am I getting myself into?"

"Too much," Cooper answered.

"Do you want to go to jail?"

"No."

"Then tell me," Alexis replied.

"I've been working undercover for Sonny," Cooper said softly.

"You've been what?" Alexis asked her eyes wide with shock.

"Sonny Corinthos hired me. I've been feeding him information," Cooper answered slowly. "But not too much. Ms. Davis, I promise that I haven't killed anyone for Sonny . . . in fact I haven't really broken the law while doing anything for him. I'm loyal to the PCPD. I shot one of Sonny's own guys - -"

"What! Do you want a medal?!" Alexis nearly shouted. "What great morals you have."

"You wanted the truth," Cooper whispered softly.

"Is there anything else? And why the hell would you work for him in the first place?" Alexis asked still in disbelief.

Cooper swallowed and shook his head. "No, no more keeping anything away from me - -"

"If you tell I will be killed or thrown in jail anyway - -"

"Cooper, what you tell me is confidential. Just between us . . . now I'm growing worried, spill it . . ."

"I helped take the Metro Court hostage," Cooper spat out.

"Of course you did."

- - - - - - - -

"Coleman, don't put a hand on that bottle," Lucky ordered.

"Cowboy? What are you doing?" Luke Spencer asked.

"The doctor said you need to stop drinking," Lucky told his father, his eyes wide. "What the hell are you thinking?"

"That I'm thirsty," Luke replied innocently.

Lucky looked to Coleman, "Give him a coke."

"Oh don't treat me like I'm five."

"Don't try killing yourself!" Lucky snapped.

Luke sighed. "Fine."

Lucky shook his head and continued to drink in misery. Luke's perky voice nearly startled him.

"You know what happened to me while I was in the hospital?" he asked.

"I have a few ideas," Lucky answered.

"I had a revelation," Luke told him in delight. "I am a bad person."

"Don't tell me you got so lonely you started talking to yourself. Lulu told me that she visited you every day - -"

"No reason for such a quick tongue," Luke sighed. "I just realize that I wasn't the best father or husband and that I only have so many years left so I might as well try something new. So . . . what's eating at you? Maybe I can give you some advice."

"Doubt it," Lucky replied.

"Come on, tell me a story," Luke begged.

"Fine. Jake is not my son."

Luke's eyes widened. "Does that mean he's not my grandchild?"

"Yes. He's Jason Morgan's son. Elizabeth lied."

Lucky was surprised at what had happened, but it felt good to tell someone. It was as if a weight was slowly lifting off his shoulders.

"I-I-I'm sorry cowboy - -"

"Yeah, me too," Lucky replied.

"Well, you uh . . . you still have Sam - -"

"She lied too. When Jake was kidnapped . . . she was there. She saw him. She didn't do one damn thing because she was still so angry at Jason and Elizabeth. We can't have a relationship if that's all she's thinking about."

Luke nodded his head.

Lucky looked back at his father, using everything in him to keep tears from reaching his eyes. "Any advice?" he asked his voice cracking slightly.

Luke stared at his boy for a while. Why had he abandoned him? Why hadn't he been a better father? Maybe if he had been a parent more often, Lucky wouldn't be in such a mess.

"Don't lose hope," he finally told him.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

The masked figure was aggressive and strong. He pulled Sam back with so much force that she didn't have any chance for escape. She turned and faced him, pounding balled up fists onto his strong chest.

His face was covered with a ski mask and his hands with black gloves. Sam knew she shouldn't panic, but she was. He held her tightly by her shoulders, nearly lifting her small body off the ground.

Sam flailed and screamed but he did not stop. Finally she kicked him in the groin, releasing herself from his grasp. As he let go of her, she punched him in the face, and he stumbled back a few steps in pain. She ran forward to finish him off with one last kick, but he recovered and smacked her across the face with a fist of his own.

Her head pounded and suddenly the world was spinning from the blow as Sam sucked in a gasp of cold air. She nearly fell backward, but he grabbed her with one arm, so harshly that she almost screamed out. He reached for his belt and pulled out a sharp blade.

Sam whimpered in his grasp and tried to squirm free. He gently ran the blade down her face, and she shook as the coldness touched her skin. "Let go of me!" she shouted.

This seemed to aggravate him. He scraped the blade across her cheek, and she winced slightly. Then he raised it in preparation to strike, but Sam punched him with as much force as she could in the gut.

He stopped and gasped for air.

Sam kicked his hand gripping onto the blade and watched as it fell onto the floorboards of the pier. She grabbed it but he tackled her to the ground. Sam nearly passed out from the immense pain that screamed through her leg. He rolled her over onto her back and giving a grunt she put the blade into his shoulder.

Blood seeped through his black jacket and for a moment he seemed shocked. Then pulling the blade out of his arm, he threw it across the pier. Taking both hands he clenched them around Sam's throat.

Sam gasped for breath.

She could feel her heart rate slowing.

Her life flashed before her eyes.

All the good.

All the bad.

Cody. Jax. Sonny. Jason.

She remembered feeling Lila kick. She remembered Lila dying.

Alexis. Danny. Lucky.

She remembered the feeling of every pair of lips she had kissed. The warmth of every hug. The painful hurt that heart break had brought. She remembered her little sisters. She remembered Lucky.

Suddenly she saw them; Danny and Lila. So peaceful. But for the first time in her life she didn't want to join them. She wanted to live. Oh how she wanted to live!

The sounds of footsteps were heard and suddenly the text message killer knew he was in danger. Sam had yet to take her last breath, so he jerked her head from the pier before slamming it back down. All she would see was darkness and hopefully she would forget him.

Jumping up and sprinting over to grab his knife, the man escaped the scene. Leaving Samantha McCall to die.