Next chapter is the epilogue! Thank you to the four people who are following - measly number but who the hell cares. At least SOMEONE is reading this. So there is some implied violence here? Not at all graphic compared to what I had written before I decided FF would probably delete my story for having a MA rating, so if you were looking for lots of blood and gruesome descriptions of torture (*cough*Tina*cough*) then I'm sorry. In any event, I hope you still enjoy - review if you have any advice, requests or just sound off.

Carly grinned as she flipped her blonde locks over her shoulder and admired her handiwork. Sonny lay bloody, lifeless, on a metal slab. His screams still bounced off of the walls and the coppery penny smell of his blood still assaulted the nostrils of everyone in the room.

Lorenzo and Todd glanced at each other, Todd's face was filled with pride and love – while Alcazar's was a mask of both awe and fear. Never, in his 15 years of drug pushing, has he ever seen anyone take so much pleasure in torturing another human being – although, on the other hand, Sonny Corinthos wasn't a human being. He was scum.

"Did you come up with the 'spa day' idea just for 'Corntoes'?" Todd asked, smirking slightly when he saw Carly blush.

"Yeah. I thought it'd be fun – and it's not like I have any girl friends to go to the spa with! I guess I could have taken Max and Milo…"

"You should take AJ, Lucky and Jason too. I'm sure they'd love it." Todd replied laughingly, walking over and wrapping an arm around Carly's curvy waist. He planted a soft kiss on her forehead, sighing when she leaned in to his touch.

"Come on, let's get out of here so Zacharra can clean up before our guests start arriving." Carly said, leading both (living) men out of the basement and to the bar. "Drinks are on me." She said, winking at the men before tossing her head back to swallow her shot of tequila.

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"Hey Carls!" Lucky called, coming to plant a sloppy kiss on his cousins' cheek, taking the bottle of liquor out of her hands and placing it back on the bar.

"Lucky." Carly acknowledged, tipping her head and grinning. She gestured to Alcazar, "This is Lorenzo Alcazar." Turning to face the drug lord she said, "Lo, this is my cousin Lucky."

Lucky nodded at Lorenzo and turned back to Carly, "So, I heard you gave Corinthos a spa treatment. Was he feeling 'relaxed and rejuvenated' afterwards?"

"Of course! When I left him, he was dead to the world." Carly answered, giggling at her own pun and her eyes shining brightly.

"So give me a play by play – how'd it go?"

"We started off with pedicures. I pulled out my cheese grater, seriously you should have seen that mans' feet. Anyway, I scrubbed all the dead skin off – and some of the fresh skin too, just to be safe." Carly shuddered at the memory of Sonny's calloused feet – she'd decided to help him out and shredded off all of his crusty heels.

Lucky looked intrigued, so she continued.

"Then, I moved on to facials. I waxed off his eyebrows, just for fun." She admitted, chuckling. "But I exfoliated his skin with little bits of broken glass, I've heard it works wonders."

Her cousin laughed and downed a shot of whiskey before turning his attention back to her. "And then what?"

"My favorite part." Carly grinned, all of her teeth showing – closely resembling the smile of the Cheshire Cat.

"I gave him a massage. I've never been good with pressure points and all that shit, but it was fun. He screamed with pleasure every time a rib cracked under my palm."

"She was amazing." Todd said, walking up behind them and resting his hand on the small of Carly's back and let her lean her head on his shoulder.

"Thanks. I try." Carly responded, smiling up at Todd. She reached her hand up and brushed his dirty-blonde hair out of his face, then caressed his scar with her thumb.

"Annnnd, I think that's my cue to leave." Alcazar said, already getting up and shrugging his coat onto his shoulders, and downing his last shot. "It's been real. It's been fun –"

"See ya Lo. I'll get back to you on the drug arrangement." Carly called, waving a goodbye as he walked out of Club 101.

"I gotta take off too Carls, I feel like I need a shower after having Lusty Lizzie hanging all over me. I'll see ya in the morning." Lucky sighed, coming around the bar and kissing his cousin in the temple and fist bumping with Todd.

"You're cousins' got me fist bumping." Todd admonished once Lucky was out of hearing distance. He tugged on Carly's hand and pulled her toward his office.

The door wasn't even closed before Carly lunged for Todd's face, pressing her lips against his and gripping his shirt in her fisted hands.

"Uh. I'll come back later."

Carly jumped and turned her head slowly to the side to glare at whoever had interrupted their celebratory after party.

"Jase." She sighed. "I'll let you two discuss business."

"No Carly, you don't have to g-" Todd cried, hoping to God she'd stay.

"Nah. I'm gonna go find Max and Milo and challenge them to a game of poker. I'll be coming to bed late tonight." She replied briskly before turning and walking away.

Todd watched her go. "I hate you man."

"I know." Jason said, laughter rumbling deep in his chest.

"Cockblocker." Todd mumbled miserably, shooting daggers at Jason with his eyes.

"Better than a cocksucker." The hit-man threw back easily, taking pleasure in Todd's obvious pain.

Todd rubbed a hand over his face, "Are you here for a reason?"

"Nope. I just heard you two jumping each others' bones so I came in here to break it up." Jason said, plopping down in a cushioned chair.

"Who the fuck even says 'jumping each others' bones' anymore?"

"Don't be pissy, I've got our next project."

Todd perked up, "Who?"

"Carly will have a heyday with his one. It's a woman." Jason smiled.

"There you go again! Heyday? What the fuck is wrong with you?"

"Are you done?" Jason questioned, raising an eyebrow.

"Yes. Now, who is it?"

"Blair Cramer."

Dun, dun, dun. Sorry Blair fans. Anyway, that little 'cocksucker' tidbit wasn't meant to be insulting to anyone - so if that's your cup of tea then more power to you, to each his own.