Later-

Dillon said nothing on the ride to the lake house. He had been there once years before, but he had to make sure that he remembered everything that he could about its location. There was no telling what Alcazar could have done to Damian and Courtney. He had them in his custody for almost an entire day, possibly an entire day depending on what time they went missing. One of their only hopes was that Lorenzo would find himself sleeping. It was almost four in the morning, most people would be asleep at that time. Alcazar, however, had always let it be known that he was not like most people. He was his own individual creature, one that was impossible to understand.

Another reason that Dillon was so silent was the fact that he was star struck. He was leading Sonny Corinthos and Jason Morgan, he was helping the two biggest crime lords in New York. Dillon's mind kept on asking him a single question: 'How cool is this?' The answer was very cool indeed, but he tried not to let it show. Even though he was ecstatic, he knew that the two of them didn't share his enthusiasm. They were looking at Dillon as little more than a nuisance. An ends to a means, the only one who could tell them what they needed to know and take them where they wanted to go. Dillon was perfectly okay with that, all he wanted to do was help.

They had taken one of the least obvious vehicles that they owned, a dark van. It was to give Damian the room that he needed if he was there, because he was still going to be very injured. He needed his own space, and they'd have to drive slowly. Dillon thought about calling Georgie and telling her what was happening, but the cells were still down and he didn't want to get her hopes up, plus, she would tell Maxie and then there would be that whole problem to deal with. Keeping Georgie out of the know for a time was going to be the best idea.

"How much longer?" Sonny asked, growing even more impatient by the second, thus putting him above an already dangerous level.

"A few minutes," Dillon answered, looking over at Sonny, who was in the passengers seat.

"You know, Dillon, if the two of us don't come back within a few minutes and it ends up that Alcazar is there, you have to drive off and go tell someone what happened."

"I don't want to just leave you, Sonny."

"I don't care what you want, Dillon," Sonny said. "I need to know for a fact that you're not going to put yourself at risk and you're going to find someone and tell them that Lorenzo Alcazar was the one that kidnapped my family. I can't tell them if I'm dead, neither can Jason."

"You're not going to die," Dillon pointed out. He wasn't sure Sonny could ever die. He'd managed to take plenty of bullets in his life and he was still ticking.

"It's always a possibility," Sonny retorted, knowing full well that every time he stepped into a firing zone it could have been his last time ever. "Tell me that you'll do the right thing. Go to Mac or Lucky, tell them what happened..."

"Sonny..."

"Dammit, Dillon, just do it!" Sonny yelled.

"Okay, okay," Dillon was nervous, and being nervous at the wheel wasn't a very smart idea. Sonny should have known better than to cause him to have an anxiety attack while he was driving. "How long do I need to give you?"

"Ten minutes after you hear anything that sounds suspicious," Sonny replied. "A gunshot, a scream, anything that sounds like something that could mean trouble, you need to get out."

"What am I going to tell Carly and Michael?"

"The truth," Sonny thought about his family. "Carly knows that the possibility always exists that I won't be coming home. She'll find a way to look after Michael and help him understand."

"Look," Dillon pointed, not trying to think about delivering any eulogies to any family members. "That's it."

"That's it?" Sonny asked, unimpressed. In the distance it looked like the most simple little cottage, just with a beautiful view of the lake. Lorenzo made a smart choice, hiding himself in the open, but in the least obvious of places.

"What are your men going to be doing?"

"Keeping to the shadows," Sonny didn't know if he should have been telling Dillon all the information, but Dillon was instrumental towards the operation. He needed to be in the know. "They're aware of the fact that you're going to be in this van, and they know not to shoot you no matter what."

"Comforting," Dillon felt a chill run down his spine.

"They'll come in and make sure that Alcazar doesn't leave if we don't make it out." Sonny looked around, in the shadows, he knew there were around him. "That's why we need you to go find someone. I want that bastard put away if I can't kill him myself."

"Jason," Dillon looked in the mirror and saw his cousin, sitting in the stoic silence that had long become his trademark. "Are you sure you can do this, what with your leg and all?"

"I'll be fine, Dillon," Jason said blankly. "Don't worry about me, just worry about getting your job done."

"Forgive me for giving a damn about my family," Dillon said lowly. He meant it, too. He cared about Jason, he cared about Jason even though Jason didn't care about him. He didn't want Jason, or Sonny, or anyone else save for Alcazar, to get hurt during the time that was going to be spent trying to fight. Dillon parked far enough away so that nobody would hear the van coming up, and he turned the lights off completely, shutting down the vehicle as well. "Looks like we're here."

"Remember," Sonny got out, "ten minutes."

"Good luck," Dillon said, smacking his forehead. How could he have said something so stupid?

Jason and Sonny walked towards the house that they figured belonged to Alcazar. Dillon had been right about there being a house in the same area that he remembered, why wouldn't it be Alcazars? But he could have sold it to somebody else. If he managed to purchase it without anyone knowing about it, there was no way in knowing for sure that they didn't get rid of it without anyone being aware of the situation.

The two men were as silent as they could be. They knew that he probably had guards around, and any sound would make them aware of the fact that someone was around. Jason and Sonny needed the element of surprise if they were going to have any chance at getting Damian and Courtney out. Neither of them spoke verbally, they looked at each other and made motions with their heads, both of them understood what it meant.

The guns had silencers, it gave them a certain amount of slack, but they still had to be careful. The gun would make no sound as it went off, but if it hit something, then the bullet would make a very loud sound, especially during a silent night.

They approached the porch of the house, the light was on. They were going to walk up when they realized that there was someone walking around. Both Sonny and Jason backed away. The man appeared to hear them and took a look, but when he saw nothing he didn't further pursue the issue any.

Jason looked at Sonny and picked up a rock. Sonny nodded, giving Jason the okay to do what he thought Jason was going to do. Jason tossed the rock to his left, hitting some bushes and making it seem like someone was far away from where Sonny and Jason really were.

The man heard the second sound and became more alert. "Who is there?" He asked. Of course, Sonny and Jason gave no answer. He got his gun out and followed the sound, turning a blind eye towards the area that Sonny and Jason really were. Sonny snuck up and, at near point blank range, fired his gun. The gun made no sound, nor did the man as he felt the bullet enter his skull. He fell to the ground, dead.

Jason came up from behind Sonny and pointed towards the door. Sonny nodded. They walked up the porch, quiet as possible.

Guest Room-

Lorenzo wasn't a stupid man. He had stayed up, sitting as close to the door as he could. He heard his guard call out for someone, and when the guard made no further sound, Lorenzo could only assume that he was dead. He had already moved Courtney to another side of the house. But he was not going to do anything with Mrs. Morgan, at least at that moment.

"I should have given Sonny more credit," Lorenzo muttered. "I expected a little more time, but I guess his love for his son makes him rush into things when he shouldn't."

Damian heard a voice close to him and woke up for a second, but he felt something get pressed against his mouth, a cloth. He struggled, but his arms were bound and he was still weak from the accident. Soon his vision began to flutter and he slumped over.

Lorenzo had given him a sleep inducing agent. He wondered if he had given him enough, but when he pushed the boy and Damian made no sound or effort to stir, he figured it was enough. He wanted to make it seem like he had killed Damian. He wanted to give himself that mental edge against Sonny, to break him before he was dead. Lorenzo smiled, "Now, all we do is wait."

Outside-

"What do we do?" Jason asked, a few feet from the door. "Do we shoot the door?"

"Too obvious," Sonny whispered. "He doesn't have guards in there, if he did, they would have come out when they heard the other guy call out."

Jason grabbed the door and turned the knob, silent and slow. It opened. He walked in, followed closely by Sonny.

Sonny took one direction of the house, Jason took the other.

Sonny looked at all the doors. There were no lights on that showed under the doors except for one light. Sonny kicked the door open and saw his son. "Damian?" Sonny called out, but he got no response. He looked, there was nothing. "Damian!" Sonny yelled, knowing that if his son was asleep, yelling would wake him up. Still, there was nothing.

Sonny felt his fears surface. His fears of failing the ones that he loved. He walked over, completely unaware of the fact that Lorenzo was watching from the closet.

"Son, talk to me!" Sonny shook Damian, and didn't even see him breathe. He saw the cut on Damian's face that was given to him by the razor. Nobody had washed the blood off, it only made the cut look worse, giving the appearance of death. Sonny felt his body tense up. He felt everything come out. "No..." Sonny should have felt so much. He had found his son, but he had failed the boy.

"You're too late, Corinthos," Lorenzo came out of his hiding spot, holding a gun. "Drop your weapon..."

"Why?" Sonny asked. "You've already taken something from me that I couldn't live without. What difference does it make if I die now?"

"You still have two children and a wife to return to. Do you want to make them fatherless?"

Sonny left the gun by Damian's body. Sonny could still feel the warmth as he touched his hand. He hadn't been dead long...

"The only way that I can keep Carly for myself is if I eliminate you from the equation," Lorenzo said. "It's nothing personal, I just want your woman."

"You can't have Carly. Even if you kill me, you'll never have her."

Lorenzo pistol whipped Sonny, opening up his lip. "I've waited a very long time to do that to you."

Sonny punched Lorenzo in the face, "Not as long as I've waited to do that to you."

The two men fought. Lorenzo keeping a grip on his weapon. He would beat Sonny into submission, using the cold lead object as a blunt object as opposed to a projectile weapon. Then, when Sonny was substantially beaten, Lorenzo would end his life... taking Carly for his own. He would have to deal with Morgan, but that could come in time. Jason was looking for Courtney, no doubt. She was hidden in the basement, which was soundproof. There was no way that he would hear the commotion.

Lorenzo was stronger and had a larger reach than Sonny. He was able to beat Sonny into submission. They grunted, they yelled, they swore... they woke Damian up. Both were too preoccupied to know that the boy was woken.

Damian, however, was alert enough to feel the cold steel of the gun near his fingers. His vision was hazy, but he could hear his father's voice. He tried to call out, but nothing came...