TITLE: Mrs. Corinthos
AUTHOR: Micky
DISCLAIMER: None of these characters belong to me and I am making no profit from this piece of fiction.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: I think this is gonna be it for the Mrs. Corinthos series unless something major happens with this storyline in the next few days. Thank you to all of you who have read and reviewed this faithfully. You guys inspired me to write, even when I wasn't sure where this was going. Oh, and I'm not quite sure whether Lorenzo is staying in a hotel or if he's rented out an apartment but I said the latter. Just a little technical note.
Reviews always welcome.
PS There is a possibility that I might do something like this for Carly. Let me know what you think. Thanks.
Lorenzo sat in a leather chair in his new apartment. It was flooded with sun's setting rays. He gazed at the ball burning on the edge of the horizon and then went to pour himself a glass of scotch. As he eased back into his chair, glass in hand, his thoughts turned once again to their favorite topic: Mrs. Corinthos.
Lorenzo had never been inclined to believe in a higher power or fate, but at the rate he kept running into Carly he could very easily do so. She was seemed to be everywhere he went. At Kelly's. On the docks. At the hospital. On the phone. In her penthouse.
Once or twice the thought had crossed his mind that maybe somehow Sophie had a hand in this. Maybe she had seen him from wherever she was and decided that it was time he was happy. And so she had thrown him a woman whom he needed more than he had realized at first.
At first, of course, she was a means to an end. He had never partaken in kidnapping and thought of it as below him, but when Ric had kidnapped Carly he had seen his opportunity. He cringed to think of the conditions where Carly had been held captive. The cold cement walls and hard metal floor. The small, rather lumpy cot that was the only comfortable surface in the room. And the shackle around her ankle, chaining her to the wall like some medieval prisoner. No freedom to move and no natural light. It was barbaric.
His hands clenched as he thought of several things he would like to do to Ric Lansing. He wanted to avenge Carly. He wanted Ric to go through everything that Carly had, except ten times worse.
Shaking his head he tried to think of better moments. Playing backgammon with Carly. Continually making sure that Carly didn't do something stupid in her many attempts to escape. Holding her hand in the hospital. And then she had gone. No, not gone, she had been taken.
And now she was back with the family she loved so much. All of them safe and secure with Lorenzo looking in.
Despite several claims that she hated him and never wanted to see him again, he knew better. Her body language spoke volumes in a different key. Whenever there was a looming confrontation between himself and her husband or Jason she would step between. Not a particularly intelligent thing to do. It was a silent effort to prevent either party from being hurt. She wanted to keep the peace, an admirable aspiration.
The other thing that convinced him that she didn't hate him was her eyes. Every time he saw her there was fear in them. Not of him exactly. It seemed to him she was afraid of her reaction to him. Behind the fear was a softness that expressed how she did kind of like him and how grateful she was to him for saving her child.
That gratefulness had appeared again when he had caught her on the steps at the docks. He smiled at the memory. Michael, whom he had never met before was very similar to his mother. Rambunctious and passionate. Just like his mother.
There was just one problem barring his way to the woman he had grown to love. Her husband. He had informed Sonny of his feelings for Sonny's wife and it had amused him how Sonny had put himself through mental gymnastics trying to figure out if Lorenzo was being honest or messing with his mind. Lorenzo wished he could mess with Sonny's mind. It would have been so much clearer and straightforward. Instead, he was in love with another man's wife, a very difficult place to be.
He had sent her roses, knowing their fate most likely would be the garbage can. Then he had sent her the backgammon board, knowing that could be returned to him. Instead he was hoping for a different reaction. Maybe, just maybe, Carly would meet with him if only to tell him to leave her alone. He could hope for another glimpse of her. Even surrounded by her family and several bodyguards the mere sight of her would thrill him to his toes.
Sitting in his apartment he had another swallow of scotch. He stood and walked to the window looking out towards Harborview Towers. Smiling slightly he turned his eyes to the sky.
"Hey Sophie. You dropped her in my lap and now I could really use some help trying to get her back. Think you could do that?"
He gazed at the sky as the stars seemed to twinkle in response and he smiled.
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