Chapter 2
Jason stopped and looked at Sonny. Sonny turned and knew, just by looking at her that she was telling the truth. She looked so much like Adella. "Let them go," he said to Jason, who nodded and backed off, but not too far. "Explain yourself," he said, getting up and standing in front of her.
"I was adopted. My parents died when I was seventeen. I came across a letter a month ago that showed the mother and father as Adella and Michael Corinthos. I then found this," she said, reaching into her jacket, wary of the taller man next to her moving closer. She got the picture out and handed it to Sonny.
Sonny looked at the picture she held out. It was a picture of Mike and Adella, one he had never seen before. He looked back up at the woman standing in front of him. "How old are you?" he asked her quietly.
It was hard to look into his eyes, eyes that were the same as hers. She had to look down. "I turned twenty-seven last month," she whispered.
Twenty-seven? Sonny asked himself. He remembered his mother being pregnant about that time, but she had never come home with the baby and no one ever talked about it. After that, Mike had disappeared again. Not too long later, Deke was in their lives. He looked at Sara, seeing so much of his mother in her, it was uncanny.
"W-why. . . " she said looking back at him. "Why are you looking at me like that?"
"You look so much like her," he said quietly, forgetting the roomful of people.
"I – I had her eyes. . . no one in my family had my eyes. Everyone said I was different, that I was special. . .I never knew," she brought a hand to her mouth and had to turn away.
Alex saw how hard this was for her friend. She decided that it was enough for one day, Sara was definitely overwhelmed. Alex put her hand on her friend's shoulder and looked at the people in the room. "We're staying at the Metro-Court if you want to talk, but it's time we left," she said, leaving no room for arguments as she led Sara to the door,
Sara got one more look at Sonny before the door was closed. When they got to the car, she took the passenger seat and once they were on the road, a sob finally let loose.
Sonny looked at the people still standing in the room, all shocked at what had just happened. He turned to Jason, his best friend. He cleared his throat, "See what you can find out about her," he said. "And see if you can find out who that other girl was with her. I won't take any chances until I have all the evidence in front of me."
"She looked just like her," said Jason, his eyes still on the door, "She looked just like Adella," he added, looking at the picture still in Sonny's hands.
"I know," said Sonny, looking over at Ric. "I know, but I need to know who she really is and what she wants. I need to protect my family Jason."
Jason nodded and then looked to Ric. "Can you run her and the other woman?" he asked, still remembering the looking in Alex's eyes, eyes that seem familiar.
Ric nodded, still trying to process what happened. He had seen it too, how much this woman looked like his mother. "I can check into Sara, but do we know who the other woman was? She looked pretty young to me," he said, looking from Sonny to Jason, Courtney and Carly.
"She looks like Alcazar. . ." said Jason, his eyes still on the door. "Her eyes,"
Sonny's head shot up to look at Jason. He knew Jason was right and that was why she looked so familiar. "I didn't know he had a daughter," he said. It had been a surprise to everyone when it was found out that Diego was Alcazar's son, but to have a daughter too. "I want to know everything about who she is." He was already thinking of Sara's safety and connection to a possible Alcazar.
Jason nodded, following Ric to the door. He smiled at Michael and Morgan before he left.
Alex had left earlier in the morning on an errand when Sara had gotten up and had said she would be back in the late afternoon. After taking a shower, Sara had gotten dressed in a black v-neck slip dress that reached past her thighs and put on knee high black stiletto shoes. Fastening her necklace, she stepped into the living room when the doorbell rang. Looking up, it took her a few moments before she walked over to answer it. "Alcazar," she said her eyes wide as she looked up at him. The look he gave her made her sigh. "What are you doing here Lorenzo?"
"Hello Sara," said Lorenzo, taking in her deep brown eyes. "I think we need to talk," he said.
"We did all the talking we needed to last night, there is nothing to talk about," she went to shut the door, but Lorenzo got in by slipping inside. "Lorenzo," she said as the door shut where his arm was just seconds ago.
"No, I talked while you avoided looking at me," he said, not letting her get the chance to ask him to leave. "I want to know why you are here and how you know my daughter."
"I know Alexandria from the school where we work together. As for why I am here, I don't have to tell you anything." She moved to open the door when Lorenzo's hand shot out and grabbed hers. She gasped, but not in surprise or fear.
"Right now my daughter hates me and you and I had one conversation together two years ago. I don't think it is a coincidence that you ended up here. Please, tell me why you are here. Maybe I can help," he said.
"Alcazar," another look from him made her sigh. "Lorenzo, I don't need your help. This has nothing to do with Allie. . . she came here to help me."
"Help you with what?" he asked. Over the last two years he had thought about Sara often and wished that he knew more about her. He knew she was in something big, her eyes gave it away, and he wanted to be there for her, but was unable to explain exactly why.
"Nothing, I. . . .please don't do that," her eyes went to his hands, which held hers. He was running his thumb over the front of her wrist.
He remembered that he had done the same thing the last time he saw her. He led her over to the couch, forcing her to sit, but not letting go of her hand. He didn't know why, but he felt this pull toward her. "Please Sara. I know you're the one that convinced Alexandria to see me last night and I appreciate that, but our relationship is strained at best and there is nothing I can do for her right now. Please, let me help you."
"There is nothing you can help me with Lorenzo," but as she looked into his eyes, she knew there would be no deterring him. She sighed and said, "I found out I was adopted."
"And you are here to search for your biological parents?" He asked gently, lightly brushing her hair back from her face, letting his fingers slide over her cheek. Her skin felt as soft as he remembered.
Grabbing his hand, she brought it down from her face before she lost her cool. "My biological mother is dead and my biological father. . . " she looked up at him. "You will hate me for the rest of my life if you knew. . ." she sighed. Then she decided to just spit it out and see what happened. "Sonny Corinthos is my brother."
Lorenzo was momentarily speechless. He looked at Sara and saw in her eyes her sadness and confusion over the whole situation. Corinthos's sister? He thought to himself. I can see where Sonny gets his penchant for fathering various children -–it must be in the genes. "You're sure about this?" was the only thing he could think of to say.
Sara laughed and looked down. "I wish it weren't true, but it is. . . my father ran around on the family and got my mother pregnant once more. I was adopted right after I was born. Sonny Corinthos was surprised. . .to say the least," she said. Then she looked up at him. "Wait. . . you're still here talking to me. . . and not running off."
Lorenzo smiled. "Why would I be running away from you Sara?" he asked. He wanted nothing more than to hold her in his arms.
"Your Sonny's enemy," she stood up, her dress falling back into place just above the thigh, giving Lorenzo a great view of her long legs. "Why are you being nice to me?"
Lorenzo tore his eyes away from her legs and stood up. "I am being nice to you Sara because I care about you. I can't explain it, not to you or myself, but I care about you."
"We barely even know each other, except for that one – and I do mean one – long conversation," she looked at him. "You know nothing about me, except for that one kiss we shared when you walked be back to my apartment."
Lorenzo smiled at the memory. He remembered how beautiful she had looked standing in the moonlight and how soft her lips were against his. "I want to get to know you better Sara," he said, again brushing her cheek with the back of his hand. "We can take it slow, I do not want to rush you, but I do want to get to know you."
"We're leaving tonight. Allie and I will be returning to Washington, I. . . God, please don't do that," she said, her eyes closing at his touch. The back of his hand was brushing again her neck, his fingers running down her collarbone.
"Why are you leaving so soon?" he asked, surprised. "I would think you would want to get to know your family," he said, taking a step closer to her.
"I have a job at the school," she whispered, feeling his breath close to her ear, making her shiver. She could also feel how close he was to her.
"You can find a job here," he said, leaning closer to her, his lips just barely touching hers. He would do anything to make her stay.
"You have to go," she said, biting her lip, her eyes closing as she tried to hold in a gasp – he was so close and it had been too long.
Without saying anything else, Lorenzo lowered his mouth to hers, capturing her soft lips and tasting her again. He pulled her closer to him, wrapping an arm around her waist. It had been so long since he had held her like this.
A soft sigh escaped from her lips. Sara let both of her hands reach up to his face as she allowed him to pull her in close, kissing him back.
Lorenzo deepened the kiss, letting his hands roam over her body, wanting to touch and kiss all of her. He stepped back to the couch and fell back onto it, pulling her down with him.
Laying over him, Sara felt his hands on her, gasping at his touch as she leaned into his kiss with a new desperation.
In a quick move, Lorenzo got up off the couch, lifting Sara into his arms. "Which room is yours?" he growled into her ear. He headed in the direction she indicated, kicking the door closed behind him. He then laid her on the bed, taking off his suit jacket and tie.
"Damn weather," said Alexandria as she pushed her long wet hair out of her face. She had gotten back into Port Charles earlier than she had thought she would, but had also gotten caught in a sudden down pour. She was drenched and wanted nothing more than to take a hot shower and see how Sara was doing.
Finally finding her key she opened the door, her eyes instantly falling on the dress lying on the floor. She recognized it as Sara's. What is going on? She wondered, and then looked to Sara's closed door. She noticed it was open a bit and froze when she heard Sara's voice call out her father's name. Without another thought, Alex bolted from her room, dropping her purse in the process.
Lorenzo looked over at Sara, who was lying in his arms. She looked even more beautiful to him with her cheeks flushed and her hair all over the place. He kissed her forehead gently as he brushed her hair off her face.
"Why did we wait so long?" Sara asked.
Lorenzo was surprised at her question. He had often wondered the same thing himself over the years. "I honestly don't know Sara," he said, wanting to be honest with her. "I wanted to, but I thought it wasn't the right time."
"Well, this wasn't either, but. . . you were to tempting,' she said with a smile.
"You're wrong on one account Sara. I think it was the right time," he said, kissing her gently. Then he leaned back on the pillow and sighed, running his hands through his hair.
Sara leaned up and looked at him, not wanting to say what she had to. "I leave tonight Lorenzo. I don't know if I'll ever be back in Port Charles."