"So you never told me what you're doing here." Courtney said.
"I wanted to see you, is that so bad?" He asked, reaching out to stroke her cheek.
She pulled back slightly, just out of his reach. "It could be."
"Oh come on Courtney, since when did you become so hostile?" He leaned back against the couch and smirked.
"Maybe it was when you tried to force me to marry you."
"That was years ago, I've changed. Surely you can see that."
"Evan..." She crossed her arms and looked him in the eyes.
"Hadn't you forgotten about that yet?" He practically whined.
"I had until you showed up on my doorstep merely a few minutes ago."
He rolled his eyes as he stood up and started walking around the loft. "Nice place you got here."
"I'm so glad that you approve." She said sarcastically.
He entered her room and saw the shattered picture on the floor. He picked it up and looked at the guy in the picture. "Who's he?"
"Who?" Courtney asked, walking towards him so she could see. "Oh, he's…nobody. He's nobody." She was going to tell him but what was the point. They were nobodies to each other now.
Evan walked back to the couch, the picture still in his hand and she quickly followed him. She didn't want to leave him alone in her loft. "Where's your mother?"
"She's dead." He answered simply.
"What?" Courtney gasped.
"Yup, six feet under."
"How can you be so uncaring about it?"
"Because I killed her."
"What?" Courtney asked as she felt herself tense up.
"She was the only thing standing in between me and my goal."
She quickly stood up, walking into the kitchen. "Oh?"
"Do you know what my goal is Courtney?"
"No idea," She was looking at him as she felt around for the drawer.
"You," He said as he grabbed her tightly.
"I'm flattered but I'm taken." She said as she struggled to get out of his grasp but he was too strong.
"Taken? Oh yeah by who?"
"That guy in the picture? He's my husband. His name is Jason Morgan. He along with my brother, Sonny Corinthos are two powerful men and if you do anything to me, they will hunt you down." Courtney warned him.
"I'm not going to do anything to you."
"You're not?" She asked incredulously.
"Of course not. I wouldn't hurt my wife."
"I'm not your wife."
"Not yet but you will be." He picked her up and started walking.
She kicked wildly until she kicked his side, causing him to drop her. She ran frantically towards the door but he grabbed her ankle. She fell to the ground but tried to grab onto something.
"I had hoped I wouldn't have to do this." He said almost mournfully as he grabbed a facecloth from his back pocket. He smeared a liquid over it and stuffed it over Courtney's face. She tried to scream but the sound was muffled. She thrashed around until finally her body went limp. He picked her up and proceeded to carry her out of the loft. He closed the door behind them and placed her in his car.
Note: I know Evan may be a little confusing now but it'll be explained soon.