Thanks for the reviews, and Suze, I totally agree about the ring. Jax's ring looks totally fake 'cause it's so huge. I'm sorry for the lack of updates. Things have been pretty busy around here. Enjoy.
She nervously brushed back another strand of her hair as she pulled into the parking lot.
"Come on, Court. You can do this." She kept repeating the words in her mind. She entered the B&B and sauntered to the front desk.
"Good afternoon," the red-haired woman said sweetly as Courtney just smiled.
Hiding her hands behind the desk, Courtney quickly slipped on her and Jason's wedding band and took Jax's ring off.
She placed her left hand on the desk.
"Good afternoon to you too," Courtney replied trying her best to lie, "My husband checked in a couple of days ago, and I'm supposed to meet him here. So could I have the key to the room?" Courtney felt her voice quiver and hoped that it wasn't noticeable.
"Sure, not a problem. The name?" She asked with her fake smile still plastered onto her face.
"Yes, A.J. Quartermaine." The receptionist nodded as she gave Courtney a room key.
"Room 2. Enjoy your stay." Courtney turned quickly fearing that the lady would figure her out.
She climbed the steps slowly. She didn't lie—well, technically. She was still married to A.J., since he wouldn't give her a divorce.
Hopefully, that was all about to change. It better anyway. She just spent five hours driving in a car to Aurora, New York—a place she had never heard of before now.
She knelt down outside of the door and quietly unbuckled the latches on the briefcase. She took out the silver gun and closed the briefcase as she hid the gun under her baggy tee-shirt.
She used the key she had previously retained and opened the door slowly and quietly.
Through the blindness of the million floral prints throughout the room and the wallpaper, she saw Michael. This may be easier than she thought.
She signaled to Michael to stay quiet as she made her way over to him. She kissed his forehead lightly before untying him.
"Go sit in my car and lock the doors. Okay, Michael?" Courtney asked as she handed Michael her keys. He nodded.
"Run," she whispered quickly, and he followed her orders.
There was still one more thing that needed to be done, and this was the part that she would have fun with.
She heard the familar sound of snoring as she looked over at the bed. She would play him alright.
She picked up the chair Michael was previously tied to and put it in the bathroom and closed the door. She then went back over to the bed and climbed on.
"Please let this work," she prayed underneath her breath.
She straddled A.J. as she turned his head and kissed him hard on the mouth, waking him up form his lazy slumber.
"Courtney," A.J. said with shock evident in his voice, "what are you doing?"
"Well, I can't marry anyone else, and I can't cheat on my husband, and everyone knows I can't be abstinent," she replied as she pinned A.J. beneath her. He grinned.
"It's working. Stay calm," she thought to herself.
She brought both of A.J.'s arms above his head and pinned them again with one of hers.
She brought her free hand to the button of her pants.
She pulled the gun, so A.J. could see it, and he froze.
She carefully stood up and took the silencer out. She put it on the nightstand as she got down from the bed.
"You're not going to shot me or anything else. You couldn't pull that trigger if you tried to," A.J. teased.
He saw pure hatred in her eyes, but he continued towards her anyway.
She pulled the divorce papers out of her pocket along with a pen.
"Sign them A.J., and no one gets hurt," her voice was calm. She knew she couldn't hurt him let alone kill him, but she couldn't let him know that.
A.J. laughed and smiled as he continued to approach her.
Her finger pulled, and she watched the bullet whiz across the room right into the pillow, stopping A.J. in his tracks.
"Sign the papers, A.J." Courtney's temper was rising along with her voice. He took the pen and signed.
Courtney studied the papers for a long time. She finally took them back into her pocket and tucked the gun back into her jeans.
She exited quickly and back to her car.
She wasn't as thorough as her brother or her ex-husband.
She wasn't as clean as they were.
But she was better than them.
Nothing stood between her and her family.
As she opened the door with her other set of keys, she felt light headed.
One thing would stand in her way.
She smiled at Michael as she locked the doors. She turned the ignition on and pulled out of the parking lot.
"You okay, buddy?" she asked as she glanced over at him.
"Thank you, Aunt Courtney," he said sweetly as he took her free hand.
"Can we get something to eat before you take me home?" he asked, "I haven't seen you lately, and I miss you."
As the car rolled to a stop at a red light, she looked over at her nephew.
She realized that her life could end at any moment, and she wasn't going to let her stubborn brother keep her from her nephew.
"As soon as we get to Port Charles, I'll take you back to the loft, and I'll make you something. We'll hang out for two hours before I call your parents. Okay?"
He nodded energetically and responded with some sadness in his voice, "Could you call Uncle Jason instead?"
She understood his unspoken reasoning. He didn't want Sonny to yell at her again for putting her own life in danger.
He was never grateful.
At least not verbally.