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Chapter Three
Jason walked into Sonny Penthouse. Right now he felt like a monster, and yes he had killed a lot of men, but he had never kidnapped a women, well except Faith but she didn't count she was a bitch not a women. He had never felt like a monster not even when he killed a man at point blank he didn't feel like this. He hated himself at this moment and he had never hated himself. Never. He looked around for his friend when he came in but he didn't see him so he sat on the couch and ran a weary hand over his face. He was tried, felt like shit, and he still couldn't sleep. Every time he tried to sleep, he saw her face, her fear in her eyes. He couldn't stand it and he didn't know how he was going to deal with it, how he was going to handle it, how he was going to make it without cracking. Cracking up had never been a problem for him but at this moment, it was.
~*~
Carly couldn't believe it; here she was holding the man that had kidnapped her in her arms, comforting him because his daughter was gone, Courtney was gone. She had heard so much about that girl and it felt like she already knew her. He told her about how when she was born she was so small that at first he was scarred to hold her until she reached up for him, with a tiny smile on her face, he knew at that moment he was gone that she had him around her small little pinkie. How she was so smart, like him, but also so sweet like her mother. How she cared about everyone before she cared about herself, how she would go out oh her way to help some one in need. He told her about after Sophie had died, how she had tried to be brave, how she told her daddy that she would take care of him.
He told her about her stubborn nature, he said that her and Carly would get along perfectly, they were booth feisty and did not take no for an answer. How they loved to fight about politics, talk about history, how she was in collage, studying to be a political Science professor, whatever that was. How she loved to learn the craziest things, her need to travel, how every summer she went to a different country. How she loved charities to support nation that did not have a enough money to feed their own people. How she excepted people no, matter their faults. How she was the best daughter anyone could ask for.
And now she was gone, and she held him in his arms as he cried only saying 'Courtney is gone, Courtney is gone' over and over again. But what had that one word Sonny meant. She couldn't believe that Sonny had took Courtney, Sonny would never kidnap a woman, would he?
~*~
Courtney looked all around the place she was in and felt herself start to shake, she wanted to cry but if he came back and saw that she had been crying it would show weakness. That was one thing she was not going to show. She was not going to show she was scarred, that would only show that he got to her. Never would she do that, she would die before she did that.
~*~
Lorenzo hung tight to Carly, like she was his lifeline, he had never been so scarred in her life. Never so hurt in his life, he felt like dying, he had made one promise to Sophie the night she had died. It was to keep their daughter safe, to never let no one arm her ever but here he was, breaking that promise. He had no idea where she was, if she was safe, if she was being taking care of. He had a pretty good idea who took her, Sonny Corinthos. He need to get a hold of himself, he needed to start to send people out to look for her, to look for his baby gurl but all he could do was stay in Carly protecting warmth and cry, cry for Courtney.
~*~
Sonny came down his stairs, he looked over at his friend who was sitting on his couch, he looked tried and rugged. This whole mess was taking a toll on him too, but he needed Jason help if he was going to pull this off, if he was going to get Carly back, if he was going to save his wife and unborn child. He came and stood in font of his friend. "Did you get her," he asked. Ms. Alcazar was going to be his ace in the hole.
"Yes I got her," was it him or did his voice sound regretful, why would he regret kidnapping her, they needed her too get back Carly and the baby, no one dare mess with his family and got away with it, I though he knew that.
"Jason do you regret kidnapping Ms. Alcazar?" he asked, he watch his friend face and he knew his answer. He did regret taking her, but why? This might be the only way to get Carly back. Why would he regret this.
"Yeah Sonny I do, she is innocent, she know nothing about this," like she knew nothing, she knew about this. How does your father kidnap a woman and do you not know about it, she knew about it and she would tell him where Alcazar was keeping her.
"Yes she does, don't you let her play you, I mean look at who her father is, he is the king of mind games, I am sure she has picked up so tricks."
~*~
Jason had never wanted to hurt his friend but at this moment, he did. Hearing him say those things about Court.....Ms. Alcazar he wanted to push him against the wall and tell him to stop lying. He had never wanted to hit Sonny, even when they fought, never had he wanted to hurt him. This was crazy, he needed to close off his feeling for her, but he didn't know what his feelings were for her, so how could he shut them off. This was going to be hard that was all he knew, he looked at his friend. "Sonny let her go she knows nothing," he tried one more time.
"Jason are you questioning my orders," okay how was he to answer to that one. At this point, he knew Sonny was not in his right mind, but the answer was yes, he was questioning his orders. Sonny was not thinking clearly about this he needed to stop and think. There was better ways to get Carly back, better ways then this.
"Yes," was all he said to his friend.
Chapter Three
Jason walked into Sonny Penthouse. Right now he felt like a monster, and yes he had killed a lot of men, but he had never kidnapped a women, well except Faith but she didn't count she was a bitch not a women. He had never felt like a monster not even when he killed a man at point blank he didn't feel like this. He hated himself at this moment and he had never hated himself. Never. He looked around for his friend when he came in but he didn't see him so he sat on the couch and ran a weary hand over his face. He was tried, felt like shit, and he still couldn't sleep. Every time he tried to sleep, he saw her face, her fear in her eyes. He couldn't stand it and he didn't know how he was going to deal with it, how he was going to handle it, how he was going to make it without cracking. Cracking up had never been a problem for him but at this moment, it was.
~*~
Carly couldn't believe it; here she was holding the man that had kidnapped her in her arms, comforting him because his daughter was gone, Courtney was gone. She had heard so much about that girl and it felt like she already knew her. He told her about how when she was born she was so small that at first he was scarred to hold her until she reached up for him, with a tiny smile on her face, he knew at that moment he was gone that she had him around her small little pinkie. How she was so smart, like him, but also so sweet like her mother. How she cared about everyone before she cared about herself, how she would go out oh her way to help some one in need. He told her about after Sophie had died, how she had tried to be brave, how she told her daddy that she would take care of him.
He told her about her stubborn nature, he said that her and Carly would get along perfectly, they were booth feisty and did not take no for an answer. How they loved to fight about politics, talk about history, how she was in collage, studying to be a political Science professor, whatever that was. How she loved to learn the craziest things, her need to travel, how every summer she went to a different country. How she loved charities to support nation that did not have a enough money to feed their own people. How she excepted people no, matter their faults. How she was the best daughter anyone could ask for.
And now she was gone, and she held him in his arms as he cried only saying 'Courtney is gone, Courtney is gone' over and over again. But what had that one word Sonny meant. She couldn't believe that Sonny had took Courtney, Sonny would never kidnap a woman, would he?
~*~
Courtney looked all around the place she was in and felt herself start to shake, she wanted to cry but if he came back and saw that she had been crying it would show weakness. That was one thing she was not going to show. She was not going to show she was scarred, that would only show that he got to her. Never would she do that, she would die before she did that.
~*~
Lorenzo hung tight to Carly, like she was his lifeline, he had never been so scarred in her life. Never so hurt in his life, he felt like dying, he had made one promise to Sophie the night she had died. It was to keep their daughter safe, to never let no one arm her ever but here he was, breaking that promise. He had no idea where she was, if she was safe, if she was being taking care of. He had a pretty good idea who took her, Sonny Corinthos. He need to get a hold of himself, he needed to start to send people out to look for her, to look for his baby gurl but all he could do was stay in Carly protecting warmth and cry, cry for Courtney.
~*~
Sonny came down his stairs, he looked over at his friend who was sitting on his couch, he looked tried and rugged. This whole mess was taking a toll on him too, but he needed Jason help if he was going to pull this off, if he was going to get Carly back, if he was going to save his wife and unborn child. He came and stood in font of his friend. "Did you get her," he asked. Ms. Alcazar was going to be his ace in the hole.
"Yes I got her," was it him or did his voice sound regretful, why would he regret kidnapping her, they needed her too get back Carly and the baby, no one dare mess with his family and got away with it, I though he knew that.
"Jason do you regret kidnapping Ms. Alcazar?" he asked, he watch his friend face and he knew his answer. He did regret taking her, but why? This might be the only way to get Carly back. Why would he regret this.
"Yeah Sonny I do, she is innocent, she know nothing about this," like she knew nothing, she knew about this. How does your father kidnap a woman and do you not know about it, she knew about it and she would tell him where Alcazar was keeping her.
"Yes she does, don't you let her play you, I mean look at who her father is, he is the king of mind games, I am sure she has picked up so tricks."
~*~
Jason had never wanted to hurt his friend but at this moment, he did. Hearing him say those things about Court.....Ms. Alcazar he wanted to push him against the wall and tell him to stop lying. He had never wanted to hit Sonny, even when they fought, never had he wanted to hurt him. This was crazy, he needed to close off his feeling for her, but he didn't know what his feelings were for her, so how could he shut them off. This was going to be hard that was all he knew, he looked at his friend. "Sonny let her go she knows nothing," he tried one more time.
"Jason are you questioning my orders," okay how was he to answer to that one. At this point, he knew Sonny was not in his right mind, but the answer was yes, he was questioning his orders. Sonny was not thinking clearly about this he needed to stop and think. There was better ways to get Carly back, better ways then this.
"Yes," was all he said to his friend.