It's definately been awhile, but here's chapter 11. Only two left after this (one being an Epilogue.) After this, it's back to writing Deadly Fire. Whelp, here ya' go. Enjoy. (and Review)

Alcazar puckered his lips in thought – a habit he'd always hated but could never break – and watched as Carly joked with Sonny's ex henchmen and what Lorenzo could only assume was her long-term boytoy.

"Don't think too hard Lo, it's a good deal." Carly said lightly, obviously taking notice of his 'thinking face.' Despite his career as a well respected and feared criminal, he'd never had a spectacular poker face.

Todd nodded his agreement, "Hell yeah it is. You get to watch Carly slowly drain the ever-loving life out of Corntoes, you are going to raise his bastard kid as your own drug pushing protege' and you get to rub in Sonny's face, before he is gruesomely murdered in the basement of our club, as an added bonus. PLUS once we take over the Corinthos Empire you get to move as many hallucinogenics and feel goods through Port Charles as you want. Oh, and Jason's protection comes with it."

"He already has Jase's protection." Carly corrected, her lips brushing against Todd's earlobe – she chuckled when he shivered in pleasure against her.

"Oh no. No, no, no, no, no. Not just no, but HELL NO." Lorenzo cried, shaking his head violently and squeezing his eyes shut in disgust. "This limo is WAY to small for that shit." He glanced over to the Giambetti brothers for backup and found them nodding vehemently. "SEE! Even 'Tweedle Dee' and 'Tweedle Dumb' agree with me."

Max and Milo's nodding stopped abruptly, their matching eyes swiveled to stare at Alcazar in horror.

Even Todd mumbled, "Shit," before clearing his throat awkwardly. "He didn't mean anything by it Carly. Let it go, or better yet let Max and Milo defend themselves – they're big boys." Todd tried, wincing after the words left his mouth.

"Lo, if you want to keep all of your reproductive organs intact then you won't insult anyone close to me. Ever." Carly said, her voice dropping into the deeper tone she used when scolding or threatening. "And you." Carly bit out, addressing Todd now. "You are in the dog house tonight."

And with that, Carly stood – as much as possible in the limo – and plopped down between Max and Milo, making herself the middle of a Giambetti sandwich.

Todd repeatedly thudded his head against the cool window as Alcazar chuckled and ran a hand over his shadowed jawline.

~oOo~

Sonny gritted his teeth in irritation and resisted the urge to roll his eyes. "Robin? Shut up. Your sniveling is giving me a headache." He snapped, whishing he could rub his temples to ease the throbbing pain but knowing that it was impossible. Carly had tied his ropes.

"She's s-such a psychotic b-bitch." Robin griped, her sobs turning her angry words into petty hiccups. She, unlike Sonny, had not been tied up. It pissed her off more than anything else – the fact that Carly didn't see her as a threat. I'll prove her wrong. Robin thought to herself.

"Pot meet kettle." Sonny deadpanned, sounding absolutely bored with the whole situation. He tipped his head back to stare at the dull ceiling and winced when his skin pulled at the newly formed scabs where his cheeks used to be.

"Don't even – I'm not – Carly is -"

"Are you going to finish a sentence or am I going to have to sit here and listen to you stutter out half-assed responses until Carly finally comes and takes pity on me? I hope my death is quick, I don't want to have to hear to your voice any longer than necessary." Sonny barked, happy when he saw Robin shrink back into the wall she had been leaning up against. Finally. The little twit is worse than the damn kid she produced. "I think putting me in here with you is the worst Carly could ever do to me. And I've been filleted like a fuckin' fish by Manning." Sonny grumbled.

"Not quite. You haven't dealt with me personally yet." Carly said cheerfully, letting the door slam against the wall and hit Robin in the process.

"Hey!" Robin shouted, getting to her feet and rubbing her shoulder.

"Careful Pixie. You're expendable." Carly growled.

Sonny looked back to where Carly was standing and saw Todd – expected – and Lorenzo Alcazar – unexpected – flanking her on either side. "What the hell is this?" He questioned furiously.

"Oh, don't mind Alcazar. He's only here to watch. For now." Todd replied, grinning when Corinthos' face paled to an unhealthy green.

Carly started forward, but stopped when Robin barreled toward her. She pulled out her 9 mm and pulled the trigger, barely taking the time to aim but hitting her target with startling accuracy all the same.

Carly tsk-ed as Robin's body fell to the floor in a lifeless heap, blood already leaking from the single bullet hole that sat right between her eyes. "I told you St. Robin. You're just a Pixie. Nothing more. I could have gotten rid of you a long time ago and the Earth would have continued to spin on it's axis."

"So there is a God." Sonny sighed, happy to finally be rid of his annoying cellmate.

The joy he felt drained away quickly as Carly turned towards him.

"You ready Sonny-boy? We're having a 'girls day'." She sneered, hands on her hips and eyes twinkling dangerously.

Sonny screamed.