"You truly had to bring all of them?" Lorenzo rubbed the bridge of his nose, exasperated.

The youngest Halliwell stiffened. "Hey, I realize that comment's supposed to be vague and kudos for not just spilling all your frustration and such...but it's still not nice to talk about us like we're not here."

"Phoebe," Piper hissed, furrowing her eyebrows at her sister.

"Well, REALLY." Phoebe crossed her arms over her chest and wished, not for the first time, that Cole had come..not that Prue would appreciate that. But at the moment, she really didn't care what Prue would appreciate. Cole would be there for her to lean on in her frustration, and maybe she'd actually keep her mouth shut. Granted, his presence would probably just make things worse, but…

"We are not bringing a…" Prue looked around and then leaned into Phoebe, lowering her voice. "…demon into this."

"Technically, he's not a demon anymore."

"Whatever he is, do you really want to have to explain that to Lorenzo?" She sighed and shook her head. "He's got enough problems with us being witches. Do you really think that he's going to take it very well if we tell him that a former half-demon is in on it, too?"

"Well…"

"Exactly, so hush. Cole is not coming here, and that's that."

Phoebe growled and resisted the urge to stomp her foot. One of these days, she was going to get what she wanted, and Prue wasn't going to be able to do anything about it. More importantly, she'd have gotten something over her and it would be Phoebe who got to stand there with a smug look of satisfaction.

Sometimes, she almost wished that she could do a reversal spell that would just let Prue know how it felt to be the youngest sister. It had worked well enough when Piper had switched their powers. Since then, Prue had shown a lot more respect for Phoebe's passive power. She was sure she could come up with some reason that it wasn't personal gain. She was going to have to give that some thought, but for the moment, there were more pressing matters.

As Phoebe's head turned, she saw the Alcazar brothers slinking off away from them. "Hey! What's with the secrets, huh?" Phoebe narrowed her eyes and folded her arms. "You know, we're supposed to be in on this whole thing, too."

"Phoebe, please." Andy gave his head a brisk shake. "Not right now, alright?" He crossed the room with Lorenzo, hoping that Phoebe would stay quiet just long enough for him to get the full story out of Lorenzo.

Once they were off to the side, leaving the sisters and Leo to discuss their end of it all, and figure out what they're end of it really was, Andy took the bottle from Lorenzo's hand, then took the glass from his lips. He'd been drinking non-stop since they orbed in, and Andy didn't like it. The more Lorenzo drank, the more he acted like Luis, and he could really do without a drunken, homocidal Alcazar on his hands.

"What happened, Lorenzo?"

He looked up at him and for a moment, Andy understood the effect that Lorenzo and Luis had on Prue and her sisters. He was used to the fact that they were all identical. He'd lived with it for nearly forty years. That was no big deal. But at that moment, looking into his brother's eyes… He was truly shocked at just how similar they could be. Every bit of pain that Andy could remember feeling on the nights he stayed awake knowing that Prue wasn't his… He saw every twinge of anguish and frustration reflected in his brother's eyes.

"I can't tell you that." Lorenzo averted his eyes and stepped back until he leaned against the wall. His arms folded and his head drooped. "That's something you really don't want to hear."

"Lorenzo…"

"You've told Luis and me time and again to leave you out of our business. Well, this started because of that business. You ask that I respect your wishes, and I'm trying to do that."

Andy sighed and rolled his eyes. This was one hell of a time for Lorenzo to give that much of a damn about his brother's ethical hang-ups. "Look, Lorenzo. I don't have any jurisdiction here. Whatever illegal things you've done, I can't do anything about them, and I'm not about to go running to the PCPD. But, for us to know what's going on, you have to tell me."

Lorenzo looked up at him with lazy eyes. He ran his hands through his hair, gripping at the roots for a moment, before letting his hands fall free. "I kidnapped her," he said with a sigh. "I stole her away from the first kidnapper, and yes, Leandro, she was already pregnant. I had her on the yacht and I told her about Sophie and there was the premature labor in South America…" He shook his head. "I know, it sounds insane, like it were all a bad dream, and sometimes, I wish it were. But that man… Corinthos does not deserve her. He doesn't appreciate her. He treats her like property, not like a woman."

Andy stared at Lorenzo while he tried to wrap his head around the bit he'd been told. He'd always been very adamant about not hearing details, and suddenly, he was being given more than he cared to hear. His brother had… kidnapped someone? Sure, he'd have expected that from Luis, but Lorenzo… "You kidnapped this woman."

"It started out as revenge for Luis. If you think our family has problems…" Lorenzo snorted a laugh. "Would you believe that it was Corinthos's brother who first kidnapped Carly? And that he is now District Attorney?" At Andy's look of shock, Lorenzo laughed again. "This woman, Leandro… She's the first woman to make me feel anything since Sophie."

"Oh, Lorenzo." He sighed and shook his head. He didn't know what was worse. The idea that they'd all had that Lorenzo would never love again, or that the melting of his heart had caused him to kidnap and practically stalk a pregnant woman. "Do you think it was a spell? Maybe you have enemies that have connections that you don't know about?"

"It's not magic, Leandro!" Lorenzo's voice was gruff and he came off the wall quickly. A little too quickly. He closed his eyes, let out a heavy breath, and leaned back against the wall. "This woman… You've never met Carly, but if you did, you would see just how much like Sophie she is. Strong and willful. But after that… It's not just Sophie, Leandro. In some respects, she's nothing like her. Selfish and calculating, but sometimes…" He shook his head. "This is no magic, Leandro. I'm in love with her."

"And this love could get the both of you killed." Andy shook his head. "Does she love you, too?"

"She will."

"Lorenzo, that's not the answer that I wanted. Or one that I'll respect. You have to stop this. Before both of you end up dead."

"And what if I stop and she's shot, anyway? Corinthos is a madman, and I know that Carly feels something for me, even if she's not fully in love with me. He won't accept that, Leandro. He won't accept his wife's feelings for another man."

"Would you?" Lorenzo didn't answer, and Andy snorted. "Exactly." He looked down at the glass in his hand and finished what was left, then sighed. "You said you have a part in his insanity?"

Lorenzo groaned and Andy knew that it was something else he wouldn't like. "I paid for a woman's plastic surgery to make her look like his dead wife."

Andy blinked rapidly, unbelieving. This was… Of all the things he thought Lorenzo would have done, this was nowhere on the list. It wasn't something on any list, because it wasn't anything that he'd have even thought could happen. It was insane, and Lorenzo was not insane. He was thoughtful, thorough… This wasn't his area of expertise.

Andy shook his head and filled the glass that he'd taken from Lorenzo with bourbon. He knocked the drink back, filled the tumbler again, then drank once more. As he filled it for a third time, considering whether he would drink it himself or give it to Lorenzo, Andy shook his head and said, "You know, you're turning more and more into Luis the more you're in this place." He stopped, stared at the glass, then handed it over to Lorenzo. "You, hermano, need to get the hell out of Port Charles and never come back."