"His name is Sonny Corinthos." Lucky leaned against the right end of the fireplace. He turned to the side and looked at Zander. He nodded and Lucky turned back to the others. "His business has been mostly based out of Puerto Rico, working with the Riviera family, though their operation does stretch down into the farther regions of South America ."

"From what we've found out," Zander said, "he deals mostly in drugs. The heavier ones like cocaine and heroine. He's also gotten his hand into the meth line, and that's what he wants to boom all over Port Charles. From here, he can spread out into other areas of the state, then outward from there."

"He's got some people at the border that are causing issues with the pot getting in from Mexico ," Lucky said, "but even with what he's stopping, that's not the big deal. The major issue is that he's ambushing the gun shipments on their way out of Venezuela . That's our big money issue."

"Our overall issue," Zander told them, "is that he knows we won't let the harder stuff hit the streets here without a fight. The meth is already starting to spread and we know of one meth lab he's got not too far off the docks. It's not big, but it's growing. We don't do guns out of Port Charles, but we do our major pot and X dealings out of here, and if he takes us out of the way, he's got a clear path to move into other territories."

Their audience was a captive one. Jason laid across the leather sofa, his head propped up on the arm. He'd been forced to forego his usual attire of jeans because of the wounds on his abdomen and was dressed in a loose pair of pajama bottoms. His hand rested under his black t-shirt, sitting lightly over his bandages. Lorenzo had finally managed to get him released from the hospital and he had come straight to the penthouse for the meeting.

Luis lounged in a large black leather chair, his arms thrown over either side. He was dressed in all black, from his suit and open collared shirt to his shining shoes. His hand ran over his short black hair, and the spiky ends prickled his palm. The second he stepped off the jet, with Alexis Davis waiting in a dark limousine, he knew that there would be no stop-off visits. The first thing in Port Charles, first thing in the morning, was to take care of business.

Lorenzo stood behind his brother, matching in apparel but not in hair. He and Luis had always had different styles, and it wasn't very much work to separate themselves. However, it appeared that Luis's time in Caracas had relaxed him enough that he'd suddenly adapted his twin's style. Standing together, the fact that Lorenzo had grown his hair out was probably the only way they could be told apart. At least until Luis went back to his suits and ties.

Except for the five businessman, the penthouse was empty. Carly was at The Cellar doing inventory. It wasn't the usual day for it, but Lorenzo needed her out of the house, otherwise, she would stick her nose where it didn't belong. The girls and Michael were at school and, hopefully, by the time they got home, the heavier business would be taken care of. Sofie and Sage didn't even know that their uncle was coming back to town, and they would surely want to spend some time with him. Lorenzo made a mental note to remind Luis just how much like their mother his daughters were.

"First order of business is to get rid of that meth lab." Lorenzo walked around the side of his brother's chair and stopped near Jason's head. He looked down to Luis and said, "And no, we're not blowing it up." Luis shrugged, and it was obvious that would have been his course of action. He turned back around. "Zander, have someone make an anonymous tip to the PCPD. Let them know where it is, and that's all."

"Is Corinthos actually in town?" Luis asked. He sat up straight, then leaned forward in his seat. His forearms rested on his thighs and his hands fell inward at the knee. "Has he actually arrived in Port Charles?"

"He's been here for about a month," Lucky said. "He's been hiding, but it's been harder for him to do that since Jason and Lorenzo were shot." At mention of their wounds, Jason groaned and Lorenzo's eyes passed over his slung arm. "We do know that it wasn't Corinthos himself that did the hit. We don't know who it was, yet, but we're working on that."

"Let me know when you find out." Jason tried to sit up but a glare from Lorenzo made him stop. He sighed and closed his eyes. "We need to boost security and check out our own people. Make sure everybody is on our side."

"We've already started that," Lorenzo told him.

"And I brought reliable people with me from South America ." Luis looked to Jason. The two didn't have as easy a dialogue as Jason and Lorenzo. Most of their business with one another had been conducted over the telephone. Luis trusted his brother's judgment and knew that he wouldn't have put Jason in so high a place of power if he didn't have faith in him, but it still stood that he hadn't had much time working with Jason before he had to make his quick exit and they didn't really know one another. "I've got guards."

"No." Jason's voice was even and finite. He felt Luis's eyes on him and looked at him. "I'm sure your guys are fine, but they don't know the town. If something happens, you need to know the quickest way out and that means you get Lucky."

"Excuse me?" Lucky gave a quick shake of his head and looked at Jason. "I mean… He gets me?"

"You know the town. You know the routes. Luke's taught you how to get in and out of this city without a problem."

Both Lucky and Luis turned to Lorenzo and he shrugged. There were enough troubles outside that he wasn't about to get in the middle of something within his own organization. "Jason's in charge of security. That's been his area for years, and it's still his area. If he says that you're guarding Luis, Lucky, then you're guarding Luis."

Silence floated through the penthouse for a couple of minutes, then Jason grunted. He looked at Zander. "Until I go through and check out everybody, you're on Carly. Right now, the only others I trust are Joe and Max. Joe gets the girls, Max gets Lorenzo. I want Luis's people here and at the warehouse. Those are the places more likely to get hit. Corinthos will come after us directly before he goes after the people close to us, we've seen that already."

"And Sam?" Zander asked.

"I watch Sam."

"Jason, you're not capable of guarding her every second of every day." Lorenzo sighed. "Put one of Luis's men on Sam until you're healed."

"I can't. She won't trust him, and if she doesn't trust him, she'll shake him. She's only going from here to Luke's and back. I'll explain to her that extended trips are on hold until this is all taken care of."

Lorenzo sighed. He could have argued, but if he had learned anything about Jason in their time together, it was that he wouldn't let go of something if he felt that he was right. Plus, he was the only one who really knew Sam McCall. Not that he hadn't tried to get to know her. She just seemed very cautious and wary of most people. She'd been a formidable opponent in the hunt for the Haunted Star and he'd had her investigated when she came into Jason's life, but other than that, she was a bit of a mystery.

"Fine, but you let her know the dangers, Jason."

"Just make sure Carly knows," Luis said with a grunt. "We don't need her dragging Zander all around town on her own private missions."

Lorenzo looked at him and narrowed his eyes. "We'll talk about any private missions later." He sighed and looked at Jason. "Go home, Jase. Sam doesn't even know that you're out of the hospital, and if she heads over there to find you gone, she's going to have a fit."

Just as Lorenzo knew when not to argue, so did Jason. He groaned and slowly pushed himself up from the sofa. After a few short words, Zander moved to help him across the hall. He had to find Carly at The Cellar, anyway, so it was his excuse for the aid. Jason wouldn't take help from very many, but if it were disguised as a quick means to an end, then he couldn't argue.

Luis, Lorenzo and Lucky were left in the penthouse. Lucky stayed beside the fireplace and Lorenzo sat down on the vacated sofa. He looked at his brother and sighed. The fact that he hadn't said much during the meeting, coupled with the easy acceptance of Jason's security measures let Lorenzo know that Luis wasn't thinking about business like he should have been.

"Go see her, Luis."

He looked at his brother and groaned. "We've got things to do, Lorenzo. More important things."

"Things that won't get done unless you get her out of your head, and that won't happen unless you go see her. You need to see that she's fine and she's got her life, so go do it, already." He looked over to Lucky and sighed. "Take him to L&B, then bring him back here. We've got things to do." Lorenzo smirked. "And don't let him lose his mind, huh? Guard more than the body."

Lucky rolled his eyes and headed towards the door, grabbing his jacket off the back of the sofa. "Keep an Alcazar from losing his mind… Man, you sure do ask a lot. And to think, I thought this would be easier than workin' for my old man."