Sonny spent the weekend closed up in his office at the warehouse with Bernie. The discussion at hand was the quarterly number as well as informing the Mob Boss of everything thrown around about the Black Widow. Shoving the topic of Ally's future in the business under the rug didn't make it just go away. With Jason's absence at the moment, Sonny wasn't certain there needed to be a discussion, but Bernie wasn't letting it go.
"Look, I understand Mr. Morgan doesn't want Miss Lynn anywhere near the organization. But, Miss Lynn was a great asset to this business not too long ago. The men aren't just going to let that go without an explanation," Bernie stated, sitting across the desk from his employer.
"Well, at the next meeting, Jason and I will communicate with them that Ally isn't working in this business ever again," Sonny declared, flipping through invoices.
"What if they don't accept that answer from you?"
"They're going to have to," he insisted.
"Maybe it should be Miss Lynn, who should tell the men that she doesn't want a future with the organization," the accountant suggested, raising an eyebrow.
"Jason isn't going to allow her anywhere near one of those meetings," Sonny spoke, looking up at the man.
"I know, but the men need to see what all this has done to her like the rest of us have. Maybe they need to witness the stress Ally is enduring, for them to forget about the Black Widow's return," he replied, shrugging.
"I don't know. Jason has gone out of his way to keep Ally out of harm's way. He blames himself for everything that has happened to her since she came to stay with him."
"That wasn't his fault. That was the awful Zacchara's doing," the businessman stated.
"We know that, hell, even Ally understands that none of this is Jason's fault," Sonny sighed. "But Jason...Ally was under his protection, and while under his protection, she was shot and almost raped."
"I guess I can see Mr. Morgan's logic," Bernie mumbled.
"He is going to carry around that guilty no matter if it's his fault or not," Sonny reminded his long-time associate.
"I remembered how many problems that caused him and Mrs. Morgan before they got married," he sighed, shaking his head. "This isn't going to be the same with Miss Lynn, is it?"
"No, Jason knows how to deal with the fear and guilt better than before. He won't let it hurt what he has with Ally," he informed, taking a deep breath, sitting back into his chair.
"Do you want me to continue putting off the Miss Lynn discussion till Mr. Morgan is around?"
Sonny rubbed his face aggressively before speaking. "What if we arrange for Ally just to talk to you about this."
"What do you mean?"
"You brought up Ally talking to the men about her decision about her role. Jason trusts you, so he will let you speak to her about the Black Widow topic. At the next meeting, you can attest to what Ally wants to the organization," the Mob Boss explained.
"That could work. I am unbiased when it comes to Miss Lynn. How soon do you want to do this?" Bernie questioned.
"Ally and Jason are currently away for the weekend, so how about later in the week? It will give me a few days to run all this by Jason," Sonny responded.
"Okay," he said, biting his lip. "I have one more thing I need to ask you. Will be running the Zacchara territory, or will Mr. Morgan?"
"Jason," he answered.
"How is he going to do that while still being your right-hand man?"
"Bernie..."
"This is not me being disrespectful to either of you, Mr. Corinthos. I'm just asking questions that have been circling around the organization," he expressed.
Sonny scoffed, "Jason knows how to multi-task better than anyone I know. He ran the organization all the while taking care of things that needed to be taken care of."
"You ain't wrong," the accounted stated.
"We will discuss all their concerns at the next meeting. In the meantime, just do what needs to be done and if anything comes up, call me or Jason," the man instructed.
"Yes, sir," he uttered, placing his things in his briefcase. "I have a meeting early Monday morning with Mr. Morgan and Ms. Miller. Will you be there?"
"No, deposits need to be made, and shipments need to be inventoried, so I'll be at the warehouse. That meeting is for Jason's territory," he said, leaning his elbows on his desk.
"Okay, have a good weekend, sir," Bernie expressed, walking towards the door.
The second his hand touched the door, it flung open, frightening the old man.
"Carly," Sonny scolded, standing up.
"Sorry, Bernie," the blonde apologized.
"It's okay, Mrs. Corinthos," the man stated, shuffling out of the office.
"Carly, what are you doing here? I thought you were needed at the Metro Court?" he questioned, gesturing for her to close the door.
"I already took care of everything there," she informed him.
"Okay, so what brings you here?"
"Jason..."
Sonny sighed, dropping into his chair. "What about him?"
"He left without telling me."
"Carly, seriously, you need to stop," Sonny instructed her. "I get that you want Jason at your beck and call. He gets it, too. But you have to get over the fact that he has a life apart from you. A life that you don't get a say in, especially when it comes to Ally."
"He never just left without telling me where he was going."
"Carly, he didn't just leave. He spent the weekend away from the penthouse. It wasn't like he was unreachable," he said.
"He didn't answer my calls this morning."
"Because he knew you were fine," he answered.
"How?"
"I told him."
"So you knew where he was?"
Sonny shrugged, "Maybe..."
"So now you're keeping secrets," Carly sighed, turning away from her husband.
"What is the real problem here?" he asked, walking towards her.
"Huh?"
"You were okay with Ally and Jason, and now...what happened?"
"I'm afraid of losing him."
"Why? Jason does everything for you, whenever you ask, without question."
"Sam understood that what if Ally doesn't?"
"Have you talked to her about this?" he questioned, taking hold of her hands.
"No."
"So how is she going to be able to accept your relationship with Jason if you don't talk to her?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. The blonde shrugged. "You need to stop stressing over things you can't control."
"I hate change."
"I know, but change can be good. Ally coming into our lives has been good for Jason. I know you see that," Sonny commented with a smile.
"He is smiling more."
"See..."
"We just don't see him as much," she expressed with a bit of sadness.
"He has a lot on going on, with Luis, the new territory, and the stuff with Brenda..." he trailed off. "You have to let Jason be Jason. He'll be around when you need him. He's never failed either one of us."
"I know."
"Besides, if we give him some time alone with Ally, then we can take some time to ourselves when he gets back," he responded.
"Yeah?"
"Oh, yeah. Maybe we can get your mother to take the boys, and we can go down to the island," he suggested, grinning ear to ear.
"You want to leave with everything going on?" she asked, wrapping her arms around his neck.
"Nothing is going on. Right now there are too many dead ends when it comes to the attempt on Brenda's life. Jason has the men and Spinelli working day and night trying to come up with something. They don't need us," he whispered, pressing his lips against hers.
Carly moaned, falling into his arms. Sonny calmed her down enough to allow her to enjoy this time with her husband. Just as the moment got intense, a hard knock echoed through the room.
"Yeah," Sonny breathed, while Carly wiped the lipstick off his lips.
"Boss!" Max exclaimed, barging into the room. "We have a huge problem."
"Carly," Sonny said, gesturing to his wife. "Go home, be with the kids."
"Are we okay?" she asked, looking at Max.
"Have Milo take you home, Mrs. C," Max instructed her. "He is waiting by the car."
The blonde bit her lip as she reluctantly walked out of her husband's office.
"Okay, Max, what's going on?"
"One of our warehouses was torched tonight, and it wasn't an accident," he told Sonny.
Sonny paced the floor as he took in what his guard had told him. This was the last thing he thought would happen at this very moment. Running his hand over his face, he faced Max. "I guess, I got a new enemy in Port Charles," he expressed, grabbing his coat.
"Do you want me to contact Mr. Morgan?" Max asked as the pair walked out of the warehouse.
"No, I'll call him. I want a list of inventory of what was in the warehouse, and I want to know who the hell would do this," he demanded, climbing into the waiting car.
The last enemy Sonny believed he had was Johnny Zacchara. Everyone else seemed to fall in line when the Mob King died, knowing how Sonny did business if someone got in his way. It looked like he needed to show someone just how Sonny Corinthos dealt with insubordination.
Author's Note: Hi my avid readers. I appreciate all of you that read my words. I hope you enjoy them as much as I love writing them. I have been doing a lot of writing, but I think I have written too much cause I'm at a place where I need to figure out how to connect everything. I will figure it out. Enjoy this chapter. LOVE you ALL