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CHAPTER 07

Rubbing It In.. With Class, Of Course.

(takes place a week later)

"We're so doing that. It's for a good cause, and you, Morgan, are amazing at lifting me." Zara stated calmly, as she pointed to a flyer advertising a competitive ballroom dance competition, a fundraiser thought up by the hospital staff to help raise more money for the hospital. He raked his hand through his hair and then turned to her, smirking as he grabbed a bright orange highlighter, signed his name and her name to the list. From behind them, Sonny asked casually, "I didn't know you were into that kinda thing, Morgan." as he looked at the pretty and curvy brunette leaned casually against his son currently, holding Josslyn on her hip.

Morgan groaned inwardly and then said in a stiff voice, "Dad."

"I'm sorry, Morgan."

"No, dad, you're not.. But you know what? It's fine, really. Because I don't even really care anymore. Maybe it had to happen." he said as he shifted Zara closer. If his dad went as far as he had to RUIN the wedding between Kiki and himself, then there's no telling what he'd stoop to to break him and Zara up. Anything, Morgan knew now, and sadly, was possible with the old man.

Bipolar or not, he shouldn't have done that, hurt his own son that way.

"Actually, sir.. He's a better dancer than everyone claims Michael is." Zara gloated, hint of an amused smirk on her face as the man studied her, intently. she stiffened her posturing, knew she was either being checked out, or sized up.. And if he were doing the former, then sadly, she'd probably laugh her ass off, because she wasn't the slightest bit interested in anything an older man, even Sonny Corinthos, might have to offer.

Morgan had everything she wanted and needed, really. Jossy giggled as she whispered to Morgan, "Me think Z mad."

"Me too, Jossy." Morgan said, barely hiding a chuckle as he did so, tweaking his baby sister's nose as he asked, "So.. is the future star of the New York Ballet ready to go back to mom?"

"Mhmm. I had fun today, Z." Jossy giggled as Zara said with a smile, "You're a really really fast learner and a really, really good dancer, Joss. If you wanna do this, then I'd love to have you in my classes."

"Thank you." Jossy said shyly as Carly took the girl and gave Sonny a glare, then asked Morgan, "She didn't get in the way, did she? And where did the tutu come from?"

"It's one of mine.. She wanted to dance, so I got her out there." Zara admitted as Carly studied her daughter a moment, and then Zara, not sure how to take this.. At least it wasn't Kiki, and it wasn't something bad that Josslyn was wanting to pick up, but all in the same, Carly hadn't quite decided how she actually felt about Zara.

"Morgan's signed up for that fundraiser, Carly." Sonny stated as Carly's gaze shifted to her son and she smiled, asked, "But I thought you hated dancing."

"Only with the wrong partner, mom." Morgan said with a smile as he asked, "Lemme guess. Michael was too busy to take Joss, yet again?"

"Morgan, don't.. he's your brother."

"Yeah.. Well he's her brother too. Doesn't seem to care now that Kiki's in the picture, does he?" Morgan admitted, a slightly smug grin as he did so. And his mother's look only confirmed his suspicions.. Either they were trying desperately to pretend happiness, or they really were that damn selfish that they'd cut off their families for each other.

Either way, Morgan didn't honestly care, though he was wondering why exactly Kiki kept calling at night, hanging up. It was beginning to get annoying. Even Zara answering in mid moan, the time she'd called when they were just about to make love.. It hadn't stopped Kiki's determination. Not that Morgan cared of course, though he did have thoughts about going over there, taking her phone and throwing it into the pond behind the Quartermaine estates so she couldn't use the damn thing to call him anymore.

Nothing like having things interrupted in the heat of the moment to really piss a guy off.

Sonny studied his son with the girl. Maybe Morgan was better off. All he ultimately wanted was Morgan not to throw his life away on a girl that Sonny knew for a fact that didnt' love him.. He could look at this girl and tell she DID love his son. That's all he could ask for, even if Morgan hated him right now, for what'd went down a few months past.

"So, we're gonna go.. Need anything, Mom?" Morgan asked stiffly, making the offer though the absolute last thing he WANTED to do was cave in and get sucked back into their crazy fucked up way of thinking again. Being away from it, cutting ties for a while, it'd really helped him come into his own person. He wasn't willing to give that up.

"No, but thanks." his mother muttered, shocked as he said quietly, " ." before ducking out of the studio with Zara. They'd just turned the corner when Deacon stepped out and grabbed Zara's hair. Morgan growled, lunged at him, knocking him over as he said calmly and oddly enough, quietly, "I'm just about sick of you, man.. Calling, driving by, showing up when you think I'm not there and don't see. She's fuckin done with you."

"Well Im not done with her, Corinthos."

"Yeah?" he asked as he punched the guy in the face a few times. Zara fumbled for her phone and then muttered, "Fuck it. Police take too damn long.. Only good cop I fuckin know is Dante." as she tried to find a weapon, go back Morgan up, only to have Morgan point her in the direction of the studio, telling her to get inside, that he was finally getting his hands on the guy.

She texted Dante and about 5 seconds later, just as the fight was getting really intense, and Morgan was really good and furious, Dante showed up and said "You okay, Morgan?"

"He better be." Zara called out as she added, "Or I'm gonna make damn sure Deacon there learns how it feels to swallow his own cock and balls. Contrary to what the psycho thinks, he doesn't fucking scare me anymore." while helping Morgan, holding a cold energy drink to his lip as she fussed over him. Morgan pulled her into his lap and said quietly, "I didn't want you to see that, babe."

"And I wish you hadn't had to do that, babe."

"I'm your man.. I'm kind of supposed to do that."

"Yeah, but he busted your lip, baby.. And it scared me when he tried to slam you into that wall." Zara winced as Dante got Deacon loaded up in the back of his squad car, then said "Make him go to an ER for that gash on his forehead."

"Will do.. Hey, Dante?"

"Yeah?"

"Throw that bastard in with any sadists you might have. He deserves it." Zara said as Morgan groaned and hugged her against him, looking at her in concern. "He almost hit you.. He didn't hurt you, right?"

"Nope. Don't even try and get out of this, Morgan.. You, my incredibly sexy, strong, Superman.. Are going straight to the hospital. And I'm driving." Zara said as he grimaced and tried to get out of it. But naturally, she wasn't backing down, and a few minutes found him railroaded basically, into the passenger seat of her convertible, soda can to his lip, a rag to his forehead. But hey.. Deacon hadn't really been walking away from the ass beating he'd gotten just now, so Morgan figured that all things considered, he'd come out better than Deacon had.