Okay, so I managed to get another chapter up before the weekend, but I really do have schoolwork to do. I'll still get some work done on this tonight, but I doubt I can get enough to make another post (although anything is possible). I'm purposely doing this story kind of slow, since I want suspense. Let me know if it works, if you readers wouldn't mind.

Story-

Faith had pressed Sonny's buttons. She had a knack for that. Of course Sonny wasn't exactly the hardest person to piss off, regardless of who was talking to him. But he did have a tendency for pushing his anger onto other people. Particularly when there wasn't a glass for him to throw into a wall close by. Sonny walked closer to Damian, "I'm going to ask you this again, and I'd like an answer: Do you have a problem?"

Struggling to find his voice in the presence of the man who he believed to be the father he never met, Damian resorted to shaking his head, his eyes staring at the ground, not looking at the burning eyes of Sonny. "No," He muttered, still averting his eyes, "Nothing at all." He felt Sonny walk by, but didn't look. When he turned around Sonny was gone. Damian let out a moan of that expressed his sheer displeasure with himself. "Way to go, Damian. Meet the man you traveled to the other side of the damn country for and then what? Freeze up. Just wonderful." He had only heard the closing part of the encounter Sonny had with the blonde woman. But his mind wasn't on what he heard, it was on what he didn't say.

The Cellar, Currently Owned By Faith-

She walked down the stairs with a grace that defied her murderous nature. While she preferred to keep her hands clean when it came to the part of her work that involved guns and other high risk factors she wasn't above pulling the trigger, or ordering the hit. She took off her coat and tossed it into Zander's arms. "The fool," She said with a hint of venom in her voice.

Zander put the coat on the rack and sat next to her, "Sonny called your bluff, didn't he?"

"It wouldn't be a bluff if Carly didn't have Alcazar enthralled to the point that any attempt's made at Sonny would mean answering to him." She reached behind the counter and pulled out a bottle of hard alcohol. The brand didn't matter, she wanted something to drink, and she wanted it fast. She poured the drink and downed it almost instantly. "Sonny might have a seat of power in the immediate area, but Alcazar's sphere of influence is on a global level. I can't risk messing up my rise to power by gaining an enemy that powerful."

"He already doesn't like you very much, Faith."

She looked at Zander, "I don't pay you to be condescending. I pay you to be my bodyguard and look pretty. Why not keep doing that?"

"You're the boss."

"You see, you realize that fact. Why can't Sonny and Jason?"

Corinthos Household-

The door opened as Carly walked in, carrying a few bags in the hand that did not open the door. She looked around, closing the door softly behind her, "Sonny?"

"Mommy!" Michael heard his mother and ran down the stairs with the energy that only a child could produce. He saw the bags that Carly had now placed on the floor next to the door while she looked for her husband. "What'd you get?"

"Just some clothes for Morgan, sweetie," She gave her son a warm smile, "He's growing so much that we have to buy him new clothes so often just so he stays warm." With no sign of her husband she had only one person to ask about his whereabouts, "Michael, where did daddy go?"

"I don't know," Michael replied honestly, "I woke up and daddy was on the couch. We talked for a little while and then he got a phone call and had to leave."

"Do you know who the call was from?"

"No."

"And he didn't say when he'd come home?" Carly wondered.

Michael shook his head, "I'm sorry I can't help you, mommy."

Carly hugged her oldest child and kissed him on the forehead, "That's okay, honey. Your daddy's probably just doing big people stuff that he knew you wouldn't understand. I'm sure he's fine. Did you get some breakfast yet?"

'Leticia gave me some cereal while she fed Morgan."

Carly would always be thankful for the help that Leticia gave her and her family, especially with either herself or her husband or both often being unavailable to take care of the kids full time. She did fear that Morgan would grow so accustomed to his nanny that he wouldn't feel as comfortable around his own mother. At the same time she remembered feeling the same way about Michael when he was growing up. Their relationship was strong, made even stronger given the unique lifestyle they led. It wasn't easy growing up in a house where your mother was kidnapped, only to come home and be shot in the head. Michael was taking it incredibly well. Almost too well. "Did he eat well?"

"I think so."

The door opened again as Sonny returned from his discussion with Faith. He saw his wife, "Hey."

"I wasn't expecting you to leave while I just went shopping."

"I got a call," He said as he leaned in for a kiss. "Did you get what you needed?"

She laughed, "None of this is for me, Sonny! This is all for your son!"

"Last time I checked he wasn't just my son."

"You know that he's only your son when he does something bad, and he's only my son when he does something good."

Michael was confused, "Wait. Morgan's a bad baby for needing new clothes all the time?"

They both looked at their son and laughed. Carly was the one who explained it to him, "No, sweetie, me and daddy are just having some fun. It's great that Morgan is growing up so fast, it shows that he's healthy. Tell you what, why don't you go take a bath and the two of us will go do something? Maybe get some ice cream at Kelly's and go see Grandma!" Michael ran up the stairs again. "I swear. I don't know where that boy gets the energy."

"Don't worry, one day he'll be needing caffeine like the rest of us." Sonny almost instantly thought of Faith's words. 'No one gets out of this business. Not even you.' He didn't want to believe it, but was he living in denial? Even with his vow to never again fire a gun at anyone. would they care? He knew that men could be brought to do anything if paid enough. Killing his wife and his children would be nothing if Faith or any other person looking to come in and take over could meet the asking price.

"Sonny, Michael said you got a phone call. Who was it?"

"Nobody."

Carly wasn't about to take that for an answer, "Remember what we told each other before: No more lies? Who was it, Sonny? I want to know.

"Faith."

"Roscoe?"

"We know any other Faith's in town?" Sonny snapped almost instantly. He quickly grabbed his head with one of his hands, "I'm sorry, you didn't deserve that."

Carly walked up to him and rubbed his shoulders, "It's okay. I know how much she drives you crazy. Almost reminds me of how we were before we realized how much we cared about each other."

"Faith Roscoe means nothing to me," He placed his hand gently on hers, "You mean everything."

"What'd she say?"

Sonny huffed a bit, "Bitch was just running her mouth. She wants Port Charles to be under her complete control. The five families stood in her way, and now they're gone, but I'm still here. She views me as a threat to her chances at creating an empire. She said that if I didn't fold over everything to her. she'd see me dead."

"Sonny."

"Don't, Carly, don't." He turned to face her, "Faith's ego is too big, trust me, she'll fall on her face sooner or later." "I believe you, Sonny." Carly said as she hugged her husband tightly. She did, she truly believed in anything that Sonny told her. It wasn't ignorance. It was an unwavering trust in him. But even that didn't set her mind at ease. She couldn't help but wonder. what if her husband was wrong?

"How about I take you out for a night of dinner and dancing?" Sonny asked his wife, "I think I owe you that."

Carly laughed, "It's a small price to pay for being your wife and the mother of your children."

Sonny smiled wide, his wife had a way of making him do that. She also had a way of infuriating him, but even one smile caused by Carly's love was more than enough to make every time they fought worth it. "So, is that a yes?"

"Of course it is." She knew that he was only doing it to make her feel better. Sonny had a way about him that made him mask any and every problem in their lifestyle with lavish gifts and moments of tranquility. They worked for Carly, they kept her sane. That was all that mattered. "After I get back from taking Michael out," She walked over to Sonny and put a finger on his lips, "It'll just be you and me alone on the town." She grabbed the bags of baby clothes.

"Where you going?" Sonny wondered.

"I'm going to pick something out for later."

"Carly, it's not even noon yet."

She poked her head out of the corner, "I'm a woman, Sonny. We need every moment we can to pick clothes."

Sonny walked upstairs to the nursery. Leticia was sitting in the rocking chair, reading something as she made sure Morgan's every need was attended to. "He's not asleep, is he?"

"No, but I'm sure he'd love to spend some time with his father."

"Do you think you could."

"Of course," Leticia said as she got up from the chair and headed for the door, "I'll be out on the terrace getting some air if you need me."

"Thanks, Leticia." Sonny walked to the crib and looked at his baby, "Good morning, Morgan." The baby stretched his arms as he made some incoherent sounds. He wasn't old enough to talk. Sonny picked his son up and cradled him in his arms. "Daddy wants to show you something." He walked to the window and looked outside, "You see this? This is your home. This is what daddy worked so hard to get. It's all mine, but that doesn't mean it has to be yours. You'll make your own choices when you get old enough. I might not like them, but I'll accept them. I don't want you to ever think that you have to do something in order to please me, to make me proud of you. Your being here is all I need. Don't ever think otherwise." The words again rang in Sonny's head, 'No one gets out of this business, Sonny. Not even you.'