I know this is kinda short but since it's been FOREVER since I updated, I wanted to post something. I'm already working on the next chapter and I hope I'll have it up this week some time. Thank you so much for the reviews. I'm glad everyone is enjoying it. =)
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Brenda raced to the elevator and banged on the button with her hand repeatedly. Finally, the doors opened and she made her way to the ground floor. All she could feel was her heart pounding throughout her body; her head, her neck, and it felt like it was about to explode in her chest.
She reached the bottom floor and rushed out into the lobby, only to run right into Jason. Her eyes grew wide and she wrapped her arms around his neck.
"Jason," she gasped for breath "It's Alcazar. He's in the penthouse."
"Where the hell is the guard?"
Brenda shook her head. She'd like to know that answer to that too. Before she could say another word, Jason rushed into the stairwell with Max close behind him.
*
When they reached the top floor, Jason pulled his gun from the waistband of his blue jeans. With it clearly drawn by his side, he and Max entered the open door to his penthouse. Max headed up the stairs, as Jason walked further into the room. It wasn't long before he spotted the shards of porcelain from the vase lying on the rug and the tiny pool of blood that was the result of the blow.
"He got away!" Jason called up to his friend, then he rushed to the window to glance down at the street.
"Nothing upstairs," Max sighed, hurrying back down the main floor "Maybe he got out down the staircase when Brenda was in the elevator."
"Maybe," Jason shook his head "Damn it."
*
"You can't be serious?" Brenda narrowed her eyes at Jason an hour later, as they stood face to face in the living room.
"Brenda, don't argue with me," he replied, holding up his hand to signal that he was not ready for one of their fights.
"Me, and Carly, alone on some island in the middle of nowhere? How can you not see a problem with that?"
"You don't have a choice," he moved closer to her, his voice stern "You and Carly are both in danger until Sonny and I can take care of Alcazar. I don't care if you like, I don't care if you'll be miserable."
"Thanks," she rolled her eyes, folding her arms across her chest.
"If there was another way, I would take it but there's not. Both of you are leaving to go to the island."
*
"Like hell I am," Carly stood with her hands on her hips as she stared down her husband as he calmly took a sip of his scotch.
"Carly, don't start," he pointed his finger in her direction "You don't understand the magnitude of this."
"Sonny, Lorenzo will not hurt me, you know that. I don't want to leave Michael, and I need to be near Dr. Meadows."
"I've already contacted a doctor, she will be on call on the island, and if anything goes wrong, she'll be there and so will I."
"With Brenda," Carly shook her head in disbelief.
*
Brenda stood outside Sonny's private jet. The engine was whirring fiercely and her hair was blowing all around her face. She was so angry; She hadn't been back but a few weeks and already she was leaving. The kicker was that not only would she not see her family or Jason for a while, but the only company she would have was Carly Corinthos. She would just as soon take her chances with crazy Lorenzo Alcazar and his thugs.
"It'll be all right," Jason walked up behind her, sliding an arm around her shoulders "Just a couple weeks, I promise."
"If I didn't trust you so much, I wouldn't be doing this," she informed him, looking up into his eyes.
He pulled her into a tight hug, and planted a light kiss on her lips, before ushering her onto the jet. From her seat by a window, she watched as Jason made his way back to the car, passing by Sonny's limo as it pulled up with Carly.
Carly stepped out with two guards and her husband. They walked slowly toward the staircase leading to the open airplane door.
"What about Michael?" Carly tried a last attempt to save herself from the impending disaster at hand.
"He'll be fine," Sonny insisted.
Carly let out a deep sigh, as she kissed her husband and boarded the jet. She walked to the opposite end, followed by Sonny's guards and cast a death glare at Brenda. Brenda rolled her eyes and continued to stare out into the night. Sonny spotted her and waved, before returning to his own car.
"Don't talk to me," Carly spat when Brenda turned her eyes in her direction.
"Don't worry."
Both women wondered to themselves how they were going to survive the trip.
*
Brenda raced to the elevator and banged on the button with her hand repeatedly. Finally, the doors opened and she made her way to the ground floor. All she could feel was her heart pounding throughout her body; her head, her neck, and it felt like it was about to explode in her chest.
She reached the bottom floor and rushed out into the lobby, only to run right into Jason. Her eyes grew wide and she wrapped her arms around his neck.
"Jason," she gasped for breath "It's Alcazar. He's in the penthouse."
"Where the hell is the guard?"
Brenda shook her head. She'd like to know that answer to that too. Before she could say another word, Jason rushed into the stairwell with Max close behind him.
*
When they reached the top floor, Jason pulled his gun from the waistband of his blue jeans. With it clearly drawn by his side, he and Max entered the open door to his penthouse. Max headed up the stairs, as Jason walked further into the room. It wasn't long before he spotted the shards of porcelain from the vase lying on the rug and the tiny pool of blood that was the result of the blow.
"He got away!" Jason called up to his friend, then he rushed to the window to glance down at the street.
"Nothing upstairs," Max sighed, hurrying back down the main floor "Maybe he got out down the staircase when Brenda was in the elevator."
"Maybe," Jason shook his head "Damn it."
*
"You can't be serious?" Brenda narrowed her eyes at Jason an hour later, as they stood face to face in the living room.
"Brenda, don't argue with me," he replied, holding up his hand to signal that he was not ready for one of their fights.
"Me, and Carly, alone on some island in the middle of nowhere? How can you not see a problem with that?"
"You don't have a choice," he moved closer to her, his voice stern "You and Carly are both in danger until Sonny and I can take care of Alcazar. I don't care if you like, I don't care if you'll be miserable."
"Thanks," she rolled her eyes, folding her arms across her chest.
"If there was another way, I would take it but there's not. Both of you are leaving to go to the island."
*
"Like hell I am," Carly stood with her hands on her hips as she stared down her husband as he calmly took a sip of his scotch.
"Carly, don't start," he pointed his finger in her direction "You don't understand the magnitude of this."
"Sonny, Lorenzo will not hurt me, you know that. I don't want to leave Michael, and I need to be near Dr. Meadows."
"I've already contacted a doctor, she will be on call on the island, and if anything goes wrong, she'll be there and so will I."
"With Brenda," Carly shook her head in disbelief.
*
Brenda stood outside Sonny's private jet. The engine was whirring fiercely and her hair was blowing all around her face. She was so angry; She hadn't been back but a few weeks and already she was leaving. The kicker was that not only would she not see her family or Jason for a while, but the only company she would have was Carly Corinthos. She would just as soon take her chances with crazy Lorenzo Alcazar and his thugs.
"It'll be all right," Jason walked up behind her, sliding an arm around her shoulders "Just a couple weeks, I promise."
"If I didn't trust you so much, I wouldn't be doing this," she informed him, looking up into his eyes.
He pulled her into a tight hug, and planted a light kiss on her lips, before ushering her onto the jet. From her seat by a window, she watched as Jason made his way back to the car, passing by Sonny's limo as it pulled up with Carly.
Carly stepped out with two guards and her husband. They walked slowly toward the staircase leading to the open airplane door.
"What about Michael?" Carly tried a last attempt to save herself from the impending disaster at hand.
"He'll be fine," Sonny insisted.
Carly let out a deep sigh, as she kissed her husband and boarded the jet. She walked to the opposite end, followed by Sonny's guards and cast a death glare at Brenda. Brenda rolled her eyes and continued to stare out into the night. Sonny spotted her and waved, before returning to his own car.
"Don't talk to me," Carly spat when Brenda turned her eyes in her direction.
"Don't worry."
Both women wondered to themselves how they were going to survive the trip.
