Okay guys, here is the latest chapter, as a warning, I will say Rated – M for mature themes and for moderate language. I hope you enjoy this latest chapter and once again, I can't thank you enough for all your wonderful feedback..
Chapter Thirty-Six
There was not suppose to be anyone, besides his lawyer, coming to see him today. So who was this mystery woman. She was stunningly beautiful, carried herself with a great air of dignity.
"Good afternoon sir, it is a pleasure to finally meet you!" Alexis said, eyeing the alleged mobster. She had heard many things about the man standing in front of her, but seeing him so close, and those dimples, they were making her legs go weak.
She was slightly disgusted with herself, all these years and not a single man has come along to make her contemplate all the glorious things that are sexually related. But a simple flash of some dimples and she was ready to bear his children, cook his meals and defend him with her last breath. Shaking her head inconspicuously, or so she hoped, Alexis extended her hand.
"Afternoon. Who might you be?" Sonny asked, raising one sculpted eyebrow, in a questioning manner, but still clearly baffled. Happy nonetheless that he took a moment to straighten himself up, before answering the door. He had looked a trifle disastrous, his hair was disheveled, and his closed looked rumpled. At least now he could pass for a gentleman, at least he hoped so.
Slightly taken aback, Alexis pulled a business card from within her front pocket, and presented in to him, and said, "Alexis Davis sir, your new lawyer!"
Perplexed, stunned and outright curious didn't seem to cover what Sonny was now feeling. But he said nonetheless, "Alexis, really, I thought my lawyer was Alex, a man!"
"You are Mr. Sonny Corinthos, right?" Alexis asked, her own confusion rising.
"I am, yes. Please, come in, have a seat and let's see if we can't get this straightened out." Sonny said, waving her in and closing the door.
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Carly had been gone for months, well three in fact, but the fact remained, when she planned her comeback to Port Charles, she did so with the greatest plan, at least to her.
She knew what it would take to get Sonny back on her side, and she planned to use it to her best advantage. But now that she was back, kind of, she had to talk to her mother and convince her to not tell anyone, especially Sonny, for timing was what would make or break her plan and for that, she had every intention of following it to a tee.
She couldn't risk staying at a hotel and staying in a motel was beneath her, so speaking to her mother would also give her the best place to stay, at least for the time being.
Elizabeth would rue the day she tried to take the men in Carly's life away. Elizabeth would sooner or later, preferably the former, be out of everyone's life and Port Charles too. It would be fortuitous is Carly could convince Jason to kill her and make her fish food, but she would settle for public humiliation and damnation.
An evil little cackle escaped her lips as she rubbed her hands together, delighting in her devious, but oh so brilliant plan, imitating the wicker witch from the Wizard Of Oz, perfectly. Life was good, or was going to be at the very least. One little mouse to capture and dispose of and all would be right as rain. Whatever that metaphor really meant, meant neither here nor there to Carly, it sounded good, and that was what mattered. Soon all her eggs were going to be back in one basket and happiness lay right around the corner or over the rainbow, whatever you prefer, she thought to herself. These thoughts all came to Carly as she sat in her car, waiting for her mother to return home.
If someone had been able to hear the thoughts running through Carly's mind at that moment, one was sure to run screaming in fear, because sanity had seemed to flee the confines of her mind. Things quickly changed course, one moment she was thinking about Sonny, the next about Jason, then suddenly it was on Elizabeth and then the joy she would take in serving Elizabeth up to lucky, on a silver platter, all to come right back to Jason or Sonny.
She had gotten in contact with Lucky and in a little less than a week, she was going to meet up with him. There was much to talk about and even much more to do. And now, she was even more sure of her plan. Elizabeth was going to pay, and to Carly, that sounded glorious.
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Laura entered the number once again on the dial pad, willing the number to finally work. Fear washed through her at the thought of what could have happened.
Lucky had said weeks ago that the number would always work and yet here she was, consumed with worry, wondering why she kept getting the operator. She was a mother first and foremost, and not being able to contact Lucky was slowly driving her mad.
She knew she had to contact Lucky, he had to know that Elizabeth was carrying his child. But what if the unthinkable happened and he was hurt or dying in some dive he was staying at.
Her son belonged at home with her, if Elizabeth hadn't issued such insane accusations against him, he would be home. Wasn't it bad enough that she had thought he was dead once, how much more was a mother expected to endure.
With an angry sob, Laura hung the phone back up, her grief finally taking hold, the what if's driving her to her breaking point.
Ever since she married Luke, her life and those of her children, had been in constant chaos. On the run for such a long time, then the fear of losing Lulu as she slipped and fell down the stairs, then on top of that, her son was pronounced dead. Only later did they discover that Helena Cassadine has captured him and brainwashed him.
Once again she was forced to sit idly by while her child could possibly being dying. With a scream of rage, frustration and desperation, Laura succumbed even more so to her tears, allowing them free reign.
When Luke entered the house and saw his wife crying, he was shocked and disheartened to see it. After everything they had been through, it was unfair that fate had once again seen fit to try to destroy them.
"Laura, what is it, what's wrong?" Luke asked, scared beyond words. Gently gathering his wife in his arms.
"I--- can't get--- a hold of ---- Lucky! The number---- won't work!" Laura said in a breathy sigh, her tears almost swallowing her words. If Luke hadn't been so close, he would never have heard them.
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Luke stormed into the elevator, awaiting the blasted contraption to carry him to the top floor. For once and for all, he planned on confronting the little twit who had so neatly messed up his life and that of his family.
When the chime sounded and the doors rolled slowly open, Luke was rather shocked to see that no one stood guard outside either home. It was good news for him, he wouldn't have to go through all the bulwark that the guard represented.
Knocking with no concern for his fist, he pounded heartily on the door, hearing the percussion of it echoing back. After a few moments and not getting an answer, he repeated his noisy announcement. Finally, after what felt like hours, but was surely only minutes, Elizabeth opened the door.
She was out of breath and sweaty, she had been trying to do the workout for pregnant women, it was one of the first things she bought when she learned she was pregnant, and do every morning, she slipped the disc into the DVD player that resided in their bedroom and did her exercises.
Seeing who stood in front of her, her throat began to tighten and her heart began to beat a cadence beneath her breast. His eyes were as dark as coal, his pupils were unnoticeable, the mere presence of him, struck fear within her, it was something she was becoming unfamiliar with, for since coming and staying with Jason, she had not know a moment of fear, not really at least.
"You Btch, where do you get off accusing Lucky of these nasty, vial actions. He has always tried to be good to you, he saved you when you were raped, and this is how you repay him, by ruining his name and condemning him to flee from his family and friends." Luke spat at her, wanting nothing more than to shake some sense into her.
"Luke, I am sorry you can't believe what your son has become, but I never accused Lucky of anything, I only stated the facts. I have the scars to prove it, care to see?" Elizabeth said, tears already clouding her vision.
"You lie! You are the one who should be leaving Port Charles in shame, for your harsh and guileful accusations have ruined our family." Luke said, his words holding more hate and anger than at any other point in his life. He thought the only person or people he could hate, was the Cassadine's, but he was learning, he would not be colored the fool again.
Terrified, unlike anything ever before. It was one thing with Lucky, he was bigger than her, but Luke towered over her small frame, if he took it upon him self to exact vengeance, then how could she possibly hope to stop him.
Blinking back her tears, Elizabeth spun away from him, meaning to flee up the stairs and into her and Jason's room, where a lock would offer some protection, at least enough so she could get to the phone and call Jason. But a strong hand fell upon her shoulder, stopping her where she stood.
"You aren't going anywhere, not until you tell everyone that you are a lying, manipulative whoe!" Luke screamed.
Luke's finger's were biting into her skin, she could feel the small pools of blood gathering beneath, even as he squeezed tighter. With nothing left to do, Elizabeth spun away from him. Once a step away, she ripped her shirt from her body, and quickly before he could grab her or say anything, she removed her bra too. Allowing all her scars to show.
"Is this a lie Luke, are these lies? Did I do them to myself, did I bite myself? What do you think now, hmm? Is your little boy so innocent? Need to see more, there are dozens, if you care to defile me as much as he did, I'll show you, show you exactly what your son has done to me and what more he is capable of doing!" Elizabeth screamed through her tears. There was no controlling them, she was disgusted, hurt, ashamed, among many other things. But she couldn't stand idly by and let everyone accuse her of the hypocrisies that everyone thought she capable of.
Luke stumbled back a step, but still his anger took precedence over his face, there was nothing that could stop his anger, it had taken a hold of him, he was powerless to his own emotions.
Elizabeth noticed the anger, but even more than that, she noticed how much like his son, Luke really was. She reached for her belt, meaning to show him everything, to make him either take responsibility for what Lucky had done, or to at least admit, his son needed help. In an offhanded gesture she threw the belt to the floor.
But before she even had a chance to lower her zipper, Jason stormed into the penthouse. "What in the he!! is going on here."
Jason had been standing outside the penthouse for numerous minutes, trying to reign in his temper, but unable to do so. When he heard the telltale clink of Elizabeth's belt hitting the floor, there was nothing he could do to stop his rampage into his home.
Elizabeth didn't balk at his anger, she harnessed it. Jason's anger, while ferocious to others, didn't scare her. Perhaps if she was on the wrong end of his anger, but she knew his anger wasn't at her or even about her, it had to do with Luke, the man was lucky really, to still be drawing breath.
"Get out Luke, before you say or do anything else that will cost you dearly. Your ignorance is pathetic, obviously we know where Lucky gets it. You are not welcome in my home, ever. Do not come back, or else!" Jason said, his hands fisted so tightly, that later on, while laying with Elizabeth, she will be able to trace the moon indentations that his short, but obviously sharp nails had left. While he himself tenderly soothed the bruises that Luke had left upon her shoulder and the cuts from his nails.
Luke fumbled for words, but was unable to say anything, perhaps if Jason hadn't walked in, he would have been given a chance to put that little tramp in her place, for that was exactly where he wished to put her. All in good time though, if he tried to fight back now, he would end up fish food, and that was only if he was lucky.
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