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Chapter 10
Carly was standing in the ruined remains of the Metro Court lobby waiting for her husband to walk through the front door. The entire hotel was empty because the fire department said that the building inspector had to declare the structure safe before they could have guests. Looking to her right she saw the closed boutique filled with tens of thousands of dollars of ruined clothes. They smelled like smoke and tear gas.
All because of a bunch of lunatic gunmen. The Port Charles hotel was doing banner business at the moment. It kind of sickened Carly to realize the Quartermaines were getting rich off of her misfortune. She and Jax would rebuild and come back better than ever. Assuming of course that her husband didn't find out what she had done immediately after getting rescued.
Her marriage was barely intact. Her stupidity could shatter it.
"Carly." Jax hurried across the room and hugged his wife tight. Despite what they were going through he was happy to see her unharmed. "Are you all right?"
Tears came to her eyes, not to manipulate but because she was really happy to see him. She clutched him tight. "I'm glad you're home." She said in a shaking voice.
He stepped back and took a good look at her. She looked tired which wasn't a surprise she'd been through a lot. "I'm home now and I will take care of everything."
"The hotel is a mess." Carly said still crying.
Gently Jax wiped her tears. "Don't worry about that the insurance will cover the damage. All I want to do at the moment is take care of you. Let's go home, we'll see the boys and just relax." He had been doubting his feelings for Carly when he left but after hearing of the crisis he couldn't wait to get back to his wife. He did love Carly of that he now had no doubt, he just wasn't sure if that love was enough to save his marriage.
Georgie sat in her living room and tried to think of what she should do next. She'd been sitting in the same spot for the last two hours. She wasn't hungry or thirsty. She didn't feel like sleeping. Watching television didn't hold her interest. Nothing felt right because her sister was dead.
The door to Maxie's room had been open when she first came home. It was spotless which was normal. Several different outfits were laid across the meticulously made bed, it even had hospital corners, because that was how she decided what to wear. Lay the outfit out and look at it. When she got home she would put the losing outfits away. Georgie had closed it, looking into the space hurt because her sister was dead.
In the kitchen the cookbook Maxie loved sat on the counter. It was open to the recipe she planned on cooking for dinner tonight. They took turns cooking and Maxie liked to do her prep the night before. She was a really good cook something that surprised most people. Her iPod was on the charger, it was filled with all different types of music because Maxie liked a little of everything. Her library books were on the table in the hall because they were due back in two days. All the normal things that happened with regularity. Things that would not be happening anymore because her sister was dead.
Instead Georgie would have to go through her sister's closet and pick an outfit for her to be buried in. She'd have to get boxes and pack everything up. It would go to charity. Maybe someone knew a little girl that might like the white wrought iron bed that Maxie spent months looking for. It should be with someone who would love it. She would have to get another apartment. This place was too big just for her. It was too big because her sister was dead.
"At least the last thing I said was I love you." Georgie said out loud. "Oh god." She said as the tears started falling again. She was all alone. She was all alone and it hurt so much.
Milo jogged through the park and scanned the area. For the last few miles he had an itch between his shoulder blades. Like someone was watching him. So instead of heading home he turned and continued to run. He could call for backup and someone would be here in a matter of minutes. But for the moment he wanted to see what was going to happen.
Jason said he was going to give him a new assignment starting next week. Milo hopped it wasn't warehouse duty. Max was being stupid and if his brother screwed things up for him he would shoot the idiot himself. Milo didn't understand his brother's blind devotion to Sonny. Or his fascination with Carly. She treated Max like crap and he just kept coming back for more.
As soon as Sonny had his first meeting with the Russian, Max should have walked away. If their father had to give the kill order Max would not be spared. It pissed Milo off and yeah, it scared him too. He loved his brother and he didn't want him to die.
Another mile and the itch was still there. Definitely being watched. Friend or foe? Milo had his gun at the small of his back and his cell phone in its holder. It was just barely spring and the sun was setting. It was getting chilly, but he was dressed for it, so not a lot of traffic should be in the area.
He turned left and jogged toward the fountain. Another two miles and the feeling passed. Whoever it was either lost interest or left. Feeling more secure he headed toward the park exit. He'd take the long way back to the Towers just in case.
The man stepped from the bushes and grinned. The youngest Giambetti brother had been fun to hunt but that wasn't his prey. He wasn't even on the list. No, he was hunting those who were truly bad. Those who needed to be purged from society. When he was done Port Charles would be a better place. A safer place. A place you could raise your kids and not be worried about them being polluted by dark souls. Whistling he headed back to his car which was parked a few blocks away. His break was almost over, time to get back to the work of helping those who needed it.
Jason knocked on the back door and waited for Elizabeth to answer. The light in the kitchen was on so that meant she was awake. When it was off he just used his key. He had fully intended to park out front, but Francis of all people talked him out of it. The older man said Jason's car in the driveway overnight was not the way to announce that they were a couple. Reluctantly Jason had agreed. So instead he called and told Beth he would be knocking on the back door.
He looked at his watch. It was almost seven, he tried to get here in time for Cam's bath or to read a story to the little boy. These normal everyday moments were the things he had come to live for. They were the things he was going to fight for when it came down to it. He'd been an idiot to waste so much time.
The curtain twitched and the door swung open. She was in one of his shirts and a pair of his sweat pants. "Do I even want to know?" He asked coming in and locking the door behind him. She looked so cute. If it wasn't for the belly you would think she was a kid playing dress up.
She blushed a pretty shade of pink. "They are comfortable. My pajamas don't fit anymore." The baby was still growing and as she neared her due date it seemed her belly was expanding rapidly. From day to day her wardrobe got smaller and smaller.
Jason shrugged out of his jacket and hung it up. Going down on one knee he rolled the bottom of the pants up so that she didn't trip. "Has Cam had his bath yet?"
"No he is on the couch watching Chuggin Charlie." As if on cue they heard the little boy mimic the train whistle. The cartoon was for three and up but he just loved it.
"I'll handle that and story time you get comfortable on the couch." They should have gotten her a one story house.
"You don't mind?" Truthfully she was tired. Getting through the day took up a lot of energy. She was glad that she had him. Her friends too.
He leaned over and kissed her. "I don't mind. I could use some Cam time." Together they walked into the living room and Cam ran to greet Jason. The mob boss scooped him up and gave the small child a toss which made him laugh out loud. "Bath time."
"Bubbles." Cam said grinning.
"Yup bubbles." Jason said laughing. "I'll be back down once he's in bed."
"Do you need me to make you something to eat?" Sometimes he skipped meals and she didn't mind cooking for him.
"I had something with Francis and Johnny. I'm supposed to tell you Johnny will see you Friday for dinner." Jason remembered.
"I should probably cancel that since he's going out with Nadine tomorrow. I don't want people talking about her." Elizabeth was pleased that they were going out. She thought they would be perfect together.
"Why don't you ask Nadine?" Jason suggested. "Come on buddy." He threw the little boy over his shoulder in a modified fireman's hold and Cam laughed.
Watching the two of them go upstairs made her tear up. She didn't even think that Cam remembered Lucky. There weren't any pictures of him here in the new house. She had wanted to start fresh. Sitting on the couch she gave a deep sigh. It felt good to be off her feet.
She was drifting off to sleep when someone knocked on the door. It took a minute but she managed to get off the couch. Looking through the peephole she let out another sigh, this was not good. Giving a quick look to the stairs she prayed Jason didn't come down just yet. Bracing herself Elizabeth opened the door knowing this visitor wouldn't go away until she had her say. "Emily." She didn't invite her former best friend in. If she kept her on the porch Jason wouldn't hear her.
"I want to talk to you." The doctor said in a clipped tone.
"Go ahead." Elizabeth prompted.
"Aren't you going to invite me in?" Emily asked archly.
"No. I'm not. You're only here to be mean and hateful. I don't want that in my house. Say what you want and go." Elizabeth felt sad that this was what their friendship had become.
Emily huffed and simply pushed her way inside. Looking around she tried to find signs that Jason was here. He wasn't at the penthouse or his office. Emily was going to try again to warn him about Elizabeth. Since she couldn't find him she decided to warn Elizabeth.
Standing in her former best friend's living room she looked around. Everyone thought that Francis bought this house but Emily wasn't so sure. It would be like Jason to buy Liz something. "I wanted to come and tell you that I'm not going to allow you to use your bastards to land yourself a rich husband. I know you are trying to get Jason to take you back, but you can forget about that."
It hurt that she would call her own godson a bastard, but Emily had ceased to be someone Elizabeth recognized months ago. "If that is all you have to say you can go now." Mentally she was hoping that Jason stayed upstairs. Her knowing he was here would only make things worse.
"I just wanted to let you know that Jason is with Sam right now so your little ploy of having him watch Cam this afternoon didn't work." Emily flat out lied. If Elizabeth thought she had competition she would back off. She had an inferiority complex that made her think she wasn't good enough for Jason. "The only person who would take your cast offs was Lucky and he finally wised up too. Why don't you do us all a favor and go back to Colorado."
Elizabeth wouldn't give Emily the satisfaction of knowing her words hurt. "Are you done?"
"I'm just getting started." Emily had more to say.
Jason was coming out of Cam's room when he heard Elizabeth answer the door. He had no trouble recognizing his sister's voice. "What the hell is she doing here?" He muttered. He had made it clear this afternoon that she wasn't to bother Elizabeth.
He was moving to the stairs when Emily started talking. He stopped stunned at what was coming out of her mouth. Beth had said that Emily was being mean but this was beyond mean. She was calling Cam a bastard. The little boy she had stood up in church and swore to protect. He heard Elizabeth respond but Emily came back on the attack and lied.
What had happened to his sister?
"I should have known what a slut you were when you slept with Zander, but I forgave you. Those days are over. You are not marrying into Jason's trust fund." Emily started.
"Enough." Jason said coming down the steps. He was so angry he was shaking.
"Jason?" Emily narrowed her eyes at Elizabeth. "You moved faster than I thought." Before Jason could reach her Emily hauled off and slapped Elizabeth.
Jason didn't even bother to speak he grabbed his sister by the arm, dragged her over to the door, opened it, and pushed her out slamming it in her face. He rushed back to Elizabeth. "Let me see."
"I'm okay." Her voice was small and she wouldn't look at him. Her hand was covering her cheek and he couldn't see that either.
"Beth, let me see." He was pulling out his phone. He pulled her hand down and saw a red slash across her face. "Baby, I'm so sorry." He had seen and heard it but he was still having trouble believing it.
"It's not your fault." She looked up and saw that he was beyond angry.
"Sit down, I'll get you some ice." In the kitchen Jason grabbed a clean towel as he called Francis.
"Corelli." The older man answered.
"I want someone on Emily. She is not to get anywhere near Elizabeth. I also need Diane over at the house." Jason was scooping up ice.
"What happened?" Francis was looking for his shoes.
"Emily hit Elizabeth." Jason said through gritted teeth.
"Fifteen minutes." Francis said hanging up.
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