Chapter Four
"Yes?" Sonny asked, his friend, his brother. What in the hell? Why would her be questioning his orders? They needed Ms. Alcazar to get Carly back, they needed to get back at her father.
"Yes Sonny, I am questioning your orders. I think we can come up with a better plan. Sonny we might be hurting our chances to get Carly back. What if he doesn't care about Courtney as much as we think, what if he doesn't give a shit about his daughter, what if you could care less about her? Sonny we need to let her go, she knows nothing about this, she doesn't believe me, trust me," Sonny listen to him, understanding his point, somewhat. But why did this mean so much to him, why did he want to let Ms. Alcazar go? It didn't make sense.
"Jason why in the fuck are you having a problem with this? Why are you having such a problem kidnapping her?" he looked at his friends face but he could read nothing, he was closing up and Sonny could tell by the hard glint in his eyes. What did he feel for this woman? Why would he feel so much for her? None of this made sense and the only think he could come up with was that she was playing mind games with him. He needed to see her, he needed to see for himself just what had Jason tied up in a knot.
"I do have a problem with this Sonny, she's innocent, trust me she is. I can tell. Please just let her the fuck go, if you don't you will be no better then your brother or Alcazar." What in the fuck? He did not just compare me to my brother and to that bastard Alcazar, did he? Sonny felt his anger boil. How dare he compare him He had no idea what it felt like. What it felt like to have you unborn child almost stole away from you? What it felt like not to know if your wife was safe or not? He threw his brandy glass at the wall right over Jason head, Jason ducked right in time.
"GET OUT, I WILL BE THERE TO TALK TO HER LATER," he shouted at him. How in the fuck dare he compare him to those pricks? He had no idea what he felt like.
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Jason looked at Sonny, he had thrown a glass at him. He had actually tried to hurt him, on purpose. He knew he wouldn't be able to say any more to Sonny with out him getting mad at him. He walked to the door and opened, he looked at his once friend. It was hard on Sonny, but he didn't have to be reduced to this, he did not have to stooped to this level. He walked out, and walked over to the penthouse where Court.......Ms. Alcazar was being held.
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Courtney tried to work the ropes that were holding her hands behind the chair, she felt them loosen. She put her thumbs up and tried to push them down her wrist. When she heard his chuckling, she whipped her head around to glare at him. "Stop laughing at me bastard and untie me dammit," she shouted at him. He was fucking smiling at her, how dare he smile at her. "This whole goddamn isn't funny you know."
"I know I'm sorry it just funny to find you wiggling in the chair trying to get out of those bonds," he said, trying to stop laughing. He kneeled down behind her and untied her hands; he took her chase wrist in his hands rubbing them softly.
"I'm sorry about you wrist, I have some cream for them if you want some," he told her. She jerked her wrist out of his hands and turned to face him. It was too dangerous for her to let him touch her, it felt to good. She looked at him, he was very good looking, tall, blue eyes that you could look in for hours. That body, so lean and hard. She wanted nothing more then too grab him and tell him to protect her.
"Like the hell you sorry," she had to be cold to him, if not she might learn to trust him and if she did, she would not watch out. Not be careful but she knew he was sorry, she could tell in his eyes. She wanted to trust him, wanted to believe that she would be safe but she couldn't, she couldn't let her guard down.
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Lorenzo looked up, he wasn't sure how long he had been in her protecting warmth. Crying on her shoulder, taking all the comfort she would give him and soaking it up. "I'm sorry," he said, raising his hands to his eyes, and wiping the stray tears away. He couldn't look her in the eye now. What would she think of him now? He broke down, right in front of her. He pulled away from her and stood up ran a hand up and down his suit.
"Lorenzo where are you going," Carly asked him. He looked down at the ground as she stood up. He needed to go before he went back into her warmth before he made even a bigger fool of himself. He started to walk away. "Lorenzo, don't walk away from me. What did you mean when you said Sonny?"
How could he tell her, that her husband kidnapped his daughter? How could he break her heart like that? He didn't want to hurt her, he never wanted to do that but she might have information where he was hiding her. He turned to face her, "I am pretty sure it was Sonny who took Courtney," the look on her face made him regret the words. He could see the pain on her face, the disbelief in her eyes. She didn't believe Sonny would do that. Well he almost knew.......the ringing of his phone cut him short. He picked it up and listened to the voice on the other side, then looked back at Carly. This was going to have a major effect on her.
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Sonny knew it was time to make the call, to make the call and tell him if he ever wanted to see his daughter again he would return Carly, or he would return his daughter in a body bag. He now knew it was only a threat, he wouldn't ever kill her, unless she was lying, but he was going to trust Jason when he said that he believed that she was. He was going to talk to her himself, he was going to see if she was telling the truth himself.
He picked up the phone and dialed the now familiar number. He listened to it ring, when the bastard picked up he started to talk, "Hello Alcazar missing something," he said.
"Yes?" Sonny asked, his friend, his brother. What in the hell? Why would her be questioning his orders? They needed Ms. Alcazar to get Carly back, they needed to get back at her father.
"Yes Sonny, I am questioning your orders. I think we can come up with a better plan. Sonny we might be hurting our chances to get Carly back. What if he doesn't care about Courtney as much as we think, what if he doesn't give a shit about his daughter, what if you could care less about her? Sonny we need to let her go, she knows nothing about this, she doesn't believe me, trust me," Sonny listen to him, understanding his point, somewhat. But why did this mean so much to him, why did he want to let Ms. Alcazar go? It didn't make sense.
"Jason why in the fuck are you having a problem with this? Why are you having such a problem kidnapping her?" he looked at his friends face but he could read nothing, he was closing up and Sonny could tell by the hard glint in his eyes. What did he feel for this woman? Why would he feel so much for her? None of this made sense and the only think he could come up with was that she was playing mind games with him. He needed to see her, he needed to see for himself just what had Jason tied up in a knot.
"I do have a problem with this Sonny, she's innocent, trust me she is. I can tell. Please just let her the fuck go, if you don't you will be no better then your brother or Alcazar." What in the fuck? He did not just compare me to my brother and to that bastard Alcazar, did he? Sonny felt his anger boil. How dare he compare him He had no idea what it felt like. What it felt like to have you unborn child almost stole away from you? What it felt like not to know if your wife was safe or not? He threw his brandy glass at the wall right over Jason head, Jason ducked right in time.
"GET OUT, I WILL BE THERE TO TALK TO HER LATER," he shouted at him. How in the fuck dare he compare him to those pricks? He had no idea what he felt like.
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Jason looked at Sonny, he had thrown a glass at him. He had actually tried to hurt him, on purpose. He knew he wouldn't be able to say any more to Sonny with out him getting mad at him. He walked to the door and opened, he looked at his once friend. It was hard on Sonny, but he didn't have to be reduced to this, he did not have to stooped to this level. He walked out, and walked over to the penthouse where Court.......Ms. Alcazar was being held.
~*~
Courtney tried to work the ropes that were holding her hands behind the chair, she felt them loosen. She put her thumbs up and tried to push them down her wrist. When she heard his chuckling, she whipped her head around to glare at him. "Stop laughing at me bastard and untie me dammit," she shouted at him. He was fucking smiling at her, how dare he smile at her. "This whole goddamn isn't funny you know."
"I know I'm sorry it just funny to find you wiggling in the chair trying to get out of those bonds," he said, trying to stop laughing. He kneeled down behind her and untied her hands; he took her chase wrist in his hands rubbing them softly.
"I'm sorry about you wrist, I have some cream for them if you want some," he told her. She jerked her wrist out of his hands and turned to face him. It was too dangerous for her to let him touch her, it felt to good. She looked at him, he was very good looking, tall, blue eyes that you could look in for hours. That body, so lean and hard. She wanted nothing more then too grab him and tell him to protect her.
"Like the hell you sorry," she had to be cold to him, if not she might learn to trust him and if she did, she would not watch out. Not be careful but she knew he was sorry, she could tell in his eyes. She wanted to trust him, wanted to believe that she would be safe but she couldn't, she couldn't let her guard down.
~*~
Lorenzo looked up, he wasn't sure how long he had been in her protecting warmth. Crying on her shoulder, taking all the comfort she would give him and soaking it up. "I'm sorry," he said, raising his hands to his eyes, and wiping the stray tears away. He couldn't look her in the eye now. What would she think of him now? He broke down, right in front of her. He pulled away from her and stood up ran a hand up and down his suit.
"Lorenzo where are you going," Carly asked him. He looked down at the ground as she stood up. He needed to go before he went back into her warmth before he made even a bigger fool of himself. He started to walk away. "Lorenzo, don't walk away from me. What did you mean when you said Sonny?"
How could he tell her, that her husband kidnapped his daughter? How could he break her heart like that? He didn't want to hurt her, he never wanted to do that but she might have information where he was hiding her. He turned to face her, "I am pretty sure it was Sonny who took Courtney," the look on her face made him regret the words. He could see the pain on her face, the disbelief in her eyes. She didn't believe Sonny would do that. Well he almost knew.......the ringing of his phone cut him short. He picked it up and listened to the voice on the other side, then looked back at Carly. This was going to have a major effect on her.
~*~
Sonny knew it was time to make the call, to make the call and tell him if he ever wanted to see his daughter again he would return Carly, or he would return his daughter in a body bag. He now knew it was only a threat, he wouldn't ever kill her, unless she was lying, but he was going to trust Jason when he said that he believed that she was. He was going to talk to her himself, he was going to see if she was telling the truth himself.
He picked up the phone and dialed the now familiar number. He listened to it ring, when the bastard picked up he started to talk, "Hello Alcazar missing something," he said.