Los Angeles International Airport-

Much like the intention had been the entire time, Sonny was able to conceal any firearms from the inspectors that tried to find out if there was anything questionable in the plane. He spent enough money furnishing the plane with the best and most ingenious designs that he could find, if they didn't work he was going to be a very angry person. He also arranged to get an escort out of the airport without going through the airport itself. His connections did stretch as far as Los Angeles, although he had to call in a few old favors to get such agreements. None of that mattered, he just wanted to make sure that his son was going to be okay.

Sonny got in the passenger's seat of the car, Jason was his driver. They had other guards in other cars, all with the instructions to kill anyone that tried to hurt Damian in any way, and if he was already dead, to kill Faith if she was there. "You're not getting away with this, Faith. No one threatens my kids."

"Can you do this, Sonny?" Jason asked. "Do you want me to do it for you? I know how irrational you get in situations like this, and it might make you careless. I don't want to worry about protecting you and Damian."

Sonny shook his head, "You're not going to need to worry about me at all, Jason. Because I've never been this focused about anything in my life. Faith is going to die for trying to hurt my kid, and if she's already managed to hurt him, she's going to suffer before she dies. She's going to know that no one does anything to anyone in my family without dealing with me."

"Do you know where they live?" Jason asked.

Sonny thought back to his time here, when he met the woman that would father his first child. "I'll never forget that house, Jason. Not as long as I live. Drive. Every second that we waste is one that could be the difference between life and death."

"Are you going to kill her in front of him?" Jason asked. "He knows what you do, he hates what you do. Even though you came here to protect him, what's to say he'll want to come back with you if you kill someone in front of him."

"I don't care what he thinks about me after today, Jason. I just want him to know that I will protect him no matter what. He needs to know that, even with our disagreements, I'd do anything for him."

"I think he already knows that, Sonny. Somewhere inside him, he knows."

"He might not get the chance to realize it unless we hurry up!" Sonny sat in the seat, his eyes showing his sheer intensity.

Zuniga Household-

If there were anyone else other than Faith Rosco at the door, Damian probably would have celebrated. After all, it would have been a rare moment in life, when someone came to the house looking for him. Of course, being that it was Faith Rosco, her reasons probably weren't all that great. Damian tried to shut the door in her face, but she put her leg out and stopped the door from closing. "Now, is that any way to treat a guest?"

"You're not a guest."

Faith looked down at her shoe, "You got it dirty. I hope you intend on paying me for a new pair of shoes now."

"Sorry, I left my money back in Port Charles. If you want to wait for me over there, I'll be glad to give it to you."

Faith grinned, "What I've got in store for you is worth more than a few pairs of boots, Damian. Why don't you come with me?"

"Because I've still got some sanity?" Damian asked.

"Mocking me isn't going to get you anywhere, kid."

"Will pushing you out the door do me any good?"

Faith turned away and motioned for a few of her guards to come out of the car. Of course, Zander and Maxie stayed behind, Maxie still gagged. There was no reason for Damian to know that Faith had his girlfriend in her custody. At least not yet. When they surrounded her, Faith turned back to Damian, "I don't think so. Because if you do try push me out of the house, those big muscular men out there will just find a way to push me back in. And, should you manage to get me out of the house and close the door, they'll break it down. You wouldn't want to replace a door, now would you?"

"How did you find out where my family lived?" Damian asked.

Faith giggled a bit, "I don't know what your family did to deserve the scorn that it gets in this area, but people were more than willing to let me know where every single person with the last name of 'Zuniga' lived in this area. Nice to know that you've got such concerned neighbors."

"Damian? Who is at the door?" Victoria came down the stairs.

"Nana, don't!" Damian yelled.

"Oh, come now," Faith said coyly. "I won't bite your precious grandmother, at least not that hard."

"What's going on?" Victoria asked, obviously confused. "Who are you? Why are you in my home?"

Faith walked closer to Victoria, "I'm a friend of your grandson's."

"When did we become friends, Faith?" Damian asked.

"About two seconds ago," Faith said. "When my men put that gun up to your head."

Out of the corner of his eye, Damian could see that one of them did have a gun pointed directly at him. He would be dead if it went off. "Let my grandparents go, Faith. It's me you want."

Faith laughed, "Do you think I don't know how to play this game, kid? If you know that they're safe what's to keep you from being the sacrificial lamb? You religious types like that, don't you? No, I think I'll keep the old folks around with us just for a little while longer. They add more to the collateral."

"What are you talking about?" Damian made no sudden movements, he didn't want the hired help to blow his brains out.

"So much to learn, so little time to be taught," Faith stated. "I'm going to use you as leverage against your beloved daddy. Sonny will come rushing to you and will give me anything I want in order to keep you alive."

"Do you really think that Sonny cares enough about me to give up everything that he's ever worked for?" Damian grinned. "We might be father and son, but we don't exactly have heart to heart conversations."

"I'm aware of your estrangement," Faith said. "But the thing is Sonny's a man with very questionable ethics. Questionable in the way that he actually claims to have ethics. See, in our business, you have to be ruthless in order to get anywhere. When Sonny decided that he wanted to be a good daddy to the carrot top and the miracle baby he lost a whole lot of his edge. Now he'll do anything to protect his children, all of them. Even the bastard."

"You're only fooling yourself if you believe that, Faith."

"Am I?" Faith asked. "Or are you the one that's fooling yourself, trying to think that daddy doesn't care about you when he does. Trying to push yourself away from his regime as much as possible never realizing that you're always going to be in it, no matter how much you try and get away. You made the biggest mistake of your life when you decided that you wanted to let the world know that you were a Corinthos, Damian. Now, you have to live with the consequences."

"I won't help you hurt my father in any way, financially or personally, Faith. I won't be used as a pawn in this game that you all play." Damian turned and looked at the man with the gun, "You want to kill me? Fine. But if you do, I can assure you that someday you're going to be killed for doing it. How badly do you want to die, goon? Are you willing to take the money that Faith is giving you for this service in exchange for a very limited time on the clock of life?"

"Your attempt at nobility is noted," Faith said. "But let's not forget that I could kill both of your grandparents just for fun."

Damian turned around and faced Faith once more, "Leave them alone!"

Faith laughed, "See how foolish you are? You think that we work in ways that we only use the direct objects, but we can improvise." She moved her hand down Victoria's cheek. To her credit, Victoria showed no fear on her face. "How long do you think it would take for a bullet to the chest to kill her? A few minutes at the most. We can test it out, if you want."

"Get your hand off of her!"

"Temper, temper. Maybe you're more like Sonny than I thought," Faith moved her hand away from Victoria. "I'll make you a deal, if you help me get what I want, I'll make sure that your grandparents don't meet the reaper just yet. Although I doubt they've got many years left, and I might just be putting them out of their misery."

"You won't use me or my family in this, Faith!" Damian yelled. "We're not going to be part of this."

"Don't you see that I hold all the cards in my hand?"

"I don't give a damn how many cards you have, Faith. We will not be played by anyone. Let alone you."

Faith rolled her eyes, "You know, I really didn't want to pull my trump card, but you aren't giving me a choice. Zander!" She yelled as loud as she could. "You should watch who comes out of the car, kid. You'll see that cooperating with me is the only way to keep your sanity."

Damian turned around and saw Zander get out of the car. He pulled Maxie out, although he was sure to do it with care. Zander and Maxie walked up, Maxie bound and gagged. She looked up at Damian and muttered something, but the gag made it little more than gibberish. Damian, never taking his eyes off of Maxie, let Faith know how he felt about her, "You're sick, twisted, and demented, Faith. You know that?"

"Flattery will get you nowhere. Take another look at your girlfriend. If you love her as much as you claim to, you won't let her get any more injured than she already is."

"What did you do to her?" Damian demanded to know.

Faith walked away from Victoria and stood right next to Damian, "Nothing too bad. But you know that those bounds we've got her in aren't exactly the most painless things in the world. So, how much do you care about the blondie and your family, Damian? Enough to be my bartering chip?"

"You don't know anything about love for anyone other than yourself, Faith!" Damian shouted. "How can you even pretend to be enjoying this unless you're a heartless bitch!"

"I don't appreciate the name calling, but I'll give you that comment, just once." Faith grabbed him by the cheeks, "Make your choice, kid."

"I won't be used by you, Faith."

Faith sighed, "Zander, kill the girl."

Zander shook his head, "I'm not going to kill her, Faith."

"Don't argue with me!" Faith shouted. "Be a good monkey and obey my command!"

"No!" Zander barked back, "I promised her that I wouldn't hurt her, and I happen to think that my word means something."

Faith rolled her eyes, "Fine." She turned to one of the other goons, "You, kill the girl."

He nodded, pointed the gun, and fired.