Chapter 3
Sonny looked at the door clearly surprised that Carly was walking in. He
had expected to get a call from Francis before she came up. "You
ditched your guard again," he sighed as he shifted on the couch and
started to stand up.
"What? He your look out now?" she asked angrily as she slammed her
purse onto his desk. "Word of advice, you don't want to be caught
screwing your attorney then go to her apartment next time!"
"I wasn't. . ." Sonny paused. "She's upset.
. .I was just. . ."
"What? Comforting her again?"
Carly shot back. "Don't answer, because I really don't want to know.
I don't care why she's here. Why she's crying on your shoulder.
Hell, I don't even care that she is anymore. I'll even be a good
little girl and go up to my bedroom. Just don't be surprised to find the
door locked!" she said before storming up the stairs and slamming the door
behind her.
"Maybe you should go talk to her," Alexis said from where she sat on
the couch, tears running down her cheeks.
"Nay, let her think what she wants. It
might be better that way."
"Sonny, she needs to know there's a threat. . ."
"He hasn't made one to her or Michael yet. . ." Sonny sighed as he
poured a glass of scotch and drank it in one gulp.
"No, just me. Just Zander. Just Jason. Just Emily. Just everyone else!"
Alexis said angrily as she stood. "Ever think that may be a
diversionary tactic?" she added before storming out.
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Carly shook as she pulled her suitcase out of the closet and started throwing clothes
into it. She knew she was throwing a wrench into Dax's
plans, but she really didn't care. Once she was sure that Sonny was
asleep she and Michael would be out of here. After what she had seen she
knew he didn't deserve an explanation. Hell, after what she had seen, she
knew she wouldn't be back.
It was time to put Carly Corinthos to rest.
Time
to become Princess Caroline Winslow again. . .
