"Just call him now," Elizabeth said.

"Lizzie…"

"You've tried it the whole way over here and you can try it while you're forcing me to eat breakfast," Elizabeth said, "But I am not changing my mind Sly, get Luis on the phone and tell him that you found me and that you're bringing me back safe and sound. I want this stopped now."

Sly sighed, "I just wish…"

Elizabeth shoved him with her tiny hands and then reached into his pocket, digging for his cell phone, flipping through the numbers, "I'll do it myself."

"Give me the damn thing," Sly growled as he came upon Luis Alcazar's number and pressed the button on his phone to connect, "Yes, I have her. Yes," Sly said looking at Elizabeth warily, "She got your message."

Elizabeth sighed as she pressed her face in her hands. Luis was sending a message, that she was his wife and no one else was going to lay their claim to her. She understood him going after Jason, she just wasn't aware of why he attacked Lily and Sonny.

"Look, Luis, I…"

Elizabeth looked up when she heard a loud thump and saw Sly laying beside her on the ground. The loud scream that was ready to escape her mouth was caught in a large leather glove covered hand.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you," Jason whispered in her ear, "Now bend down with me and pick the phone up."

She couldn't believe that she felt his gun pressed against her side but it moved with her as they crouched together on the ground and picked up the cell phone where Luis was shouting on the other end.

Jason grabbed it from her and pressed it against his ear, "I've got your wife and if you want her back I suggest you call off whatever game…"

Luis laughed, "You think this is a game? You think I did this simply because of my whore of a wife? No, Elizabeth was the reason I had scouts in Port Charles but your lovely little coffee warehouse. That was me," he chuckled, "Introducing myself. I never realized how wonderful New York was for prime shipments."

"She might have led you to this but she is the reason you're here in the first place," Jason said, "I know what she's like in bed and I'm pretty sure you don't want to let that go anytime soon so you call this whole charade off or else she's dead, within forty eight hours Alcazar."

Luis chuckled again, "Jason Morgan, the enforcer with a heart. You would never kill an innocent woman stuck in the middle of a mob war."

"See, that's where your wrong," Jason said as he pressed Elizabeth against him, his gun jamming into her side, causing her to whimper in pain, the sound traveling through the phone line, "Your Lizzie isn't innocent in all this. She threatened my place of business and almost got me killed. Innocent woman, no, I wouldn't kill one, Elizabeth Webber, I just might. Forty eight hours," he pressed the end button on the cell phone before tossing it into the murky water, "Let's go."

Elizabeth tried to struggle against him as he dragged her along the docks. She felt him hook his gun in the back of his pants as he grabbed her arms with one hand and kept his other placed over her mouth. She turned back frantic, trying to see if Sly was still alive, if he was even moving but Jason had managed to get her up the stairs and was pulling her into the back parking lot of Kelly's.

"You're boyfriend's fine, get the fuck in the car," he said yanking the door open to the dark colored sports utility vehicle and tossing her inside.

Elizabeth hit the seat with a thump as she watched Jason climb in after her. Max was already starting the car before Jason had closed the door behind him. She turned towards the door; her fingers frantic as she tried to push it open.

Jason laughed, "You think I'd kidnap you in a car you could get out of?"

She turned around and slapped him, her hand leaving a nice red impression that left her smiling. She wasn't fond of the smile that Jason was returning to her.

"I'm not in a very forgiving mood, Elizabeth," he said quietly, "I can assure you that you don't want to try that again."

"If you had just asked me I would have come with you," she huffed, "I was on my way to…"

"I don't care!" Jason shouted, "I don't care when you were planning on leaving town or what you were doing this morning or where you were going right now, I don't give a shit Elizabeth because of your actions Sonny's on his death bed, because of your actions I have one guard dead, because of your actions I was shot at today. And for what, just because you were getting kicks out of fucking a twenty eight year old man?"

"You are not the man I met," Elizabeth said as her lip quivered, "This is not the man who scoffed at me when I walked into the club looking for a job. I don't even know who is sitting across from me."

"This is the man you meet when you cross the people I love," Jason said, "This is me at work and you told me you accepted that, Elizabeth, remember? You told me that it was okay, that I killed people for a reason. I can see how that's changed since you're the one on the other end of the gun."

"You won't kill me."

"You sure about that?" Jason asked with raised eyebrows, "Because I was sure of something too, Elizabeth, I was sure that you would be the one person who didn't lie to me, the one person who I could look at and know that everything that was coming out of their mouth was the god's honest truth. So tell me Lizzie, are you really sure?"

"I'm sure that the man I love is sitting across from me," she whispered as a tear slipped from her eye and fell onto the leather seat, "He's buried down there somewhere beneath that cold façade you have going but I'm sure he's there."

Jason looked at her, laughing, his eyes holding no humor, "What the hell do you know about love? You're just a kid."

Elizabeth felt as if Jason had slapped her right back. That was how he was viewing her; as a child playing a dangerous game. She was no longer the laughable young woman who would make his day with one of her corny jokes; she was now a little girl who was in over her head.

And what made it hurt more was the fact that she brought it all on herself.

Turning away from him she pressed her head against the window, watching as the city disappeared, closing her eyes and trying to let the tears fall silently. Her shoulders started to shake and she had to press her hand over her mouth to quiet the sobs.

He watched her, his face set in stone as her tiny body quaked not five inches from him. He ached to hold her, ached to comfort her, ached to protect her like he promised that he would. But she didn't continue, that night in his penthouse when she told him how it all started, she didn't finish the story, she didn't add in the fact that she was sixteen and being with him was illegal, that being a part of his life would eventually bring them all down.

So he stopped thinking about himself and started thinking about Marco, started thinking about his best friend lying in a hospital room on his death bed. He needed to step up, he needed to put things into perspective, he needed to become the feared enforcer.

His bleeding heart didn't matter anymore.

"Your precious bike," Elizabeth snorted as she stormed towards the house in front of her. She noticed that a guard was standing by Jason's Harley Davidson, the motorcycle she heard so much about but never had a chance to ride on, "I fucked your brains out and never got a ride on that thing, wonder what he did to deserve it."

"He didn't lie to me," Jason said as he watched her shove the door open, "He didn't get a bullet aimed at my head!"

The only response he received was the slamming of the front door.

Elizabeth picked up a pillow from the nearest couch and threw it across the room, not satisfied when it hit a wall and did no further damage. If he wanted to be an asshole to her she would be one right back. She would turn into the bitch Lizzie Webber that took shit from no one and stood up for herself.

She just hated that she had to be that Lizzie Webber with Jason Morgan.

When she was with Jason she was able to be herself, she was able to do things that she hadn't done in a very long time like laugh and simply enjoy life. Now, she was back to square one, back to the day when she was pulled out of her innocent world and thrown into Luis Alcazar's.

Sighing she plopped on the couch and watched Jason give curt instructions to the two guards that were standing outside and she wished that she could take it all back. She didn't want to forget the memories that she had with Jason but she knew that if she had to do it all over again she would no longer be able to stay in town. She loved these people too much to let this danger happen to them.

But it was too late, she couldn't go back in time, she couldn't change what had happened and now she was stuck in a confined living space with a man that hated her for God knows how long. She wasn't even afford the company of another guard as she watched the two of them climb into the Excursion she was dropped off in and head back down the road, returning to where they came from.

Jason was turning back to the house, hesitating a moment before he moved forward, his fists clenched at his side, his face set in familiar stone façade and those delicious blue eyes blazing. He was ready to fight her and probably would until his last breath. She only wished that she could tell him it was useless. There was nothing he could say that could make her feel any worse than she already did.

Elizabeth hated her father for the life he led her into and now she was doing the same to the people that she loved.

Stepping up from the couch she presented Jason with her back when he came in. She made her way to the kitchen, determined to find something to eat, even if it were just a bowl of cereal. She had no idea that he planned on following her.

"Sonny is still clinging to life," Jason said, "Lily is refusing to leave his side and I'm sure you're sorry to hear that the children are safe and on their way out of town, away from you and the chaos you're brought into their world."

Elizabeth chose to ignore him and the barbs he was throwing at her; instead she pulled open the fridge and grabbed a fresh carton of milk. It was nice to know that they kept the safe house up to date; one never knew when a kidnapping would take place.

"And when Johnny walked in to check on her," Jason said as he walked closer to Elizabeth, so close he could smell the vanilla in her hair, "She asked about you Elizabeth, how you were handling things, were you okay?" he slammed his fist down next to her on the counter, causing her to jump, causing her to bump into him, causing that familiar jolt to course through both of their bodies, "How do you do it?"

"I don't know what you're talking about." Elizabeth asked as he grabbed her arms and turned her around, forcing her to face him.

"How the fuck do you get people to see things your way?" Jason asked, "I know how you did it with me, you fucked your way into my life but I want to know what story you sold to Lily to get her to want to care more about you than her husband."

"That is not true," Elizabeth said shoving at his chest, "Let go of me."

"Why? So you can tell more of your lies?" Jason asked, "What did you tell Sonny to convince me to get you out of town? And that kid," he snorted, "You pick him up on the corner somewhere and convince him to be your sugar daddy?"

"Jason, don't…"

"Maybe he's your new pimp, Elizabeth," Jason sneered, "Maybe you actually missed your old life…" he groaned and doubled over in pain when Elizabeth's knee connected with his groin.

"Don't you dare make assumptions about my life," she said glaring down at him, "You don't want to know the truth, you don't care to listen to what really happened to me," she turned around and grabbed a large knife from the knife rack, "And if you come near me again I will hurt you, I will cause you as much pain as your causing me."

Elizabeth stepped over his body, ignoring the flame in his eyes as she stomped her way down the hall, looking for the nearest room to lock herself into. Before she knew it, Jason was behind her, grabbing her arm once again, one hand still cradling his groin.

"You have no idea what pain is," Jason said, "You have no idea what it's like to watch your best friend die before your eyes, you have no idea what it's like to have one of your close friends, one of your guards die because of something that you unknowingly brought into this world, you have no idea…"

"You have no idea what it's like to be pushed up on stage and forced to dance in front of a bunch of strangers," Elizabeth said shoving him, throwing the knife to the floor, "You have no idea what it's like to have men touching you, caressing your breasts that you barely just discovered, you have no idea what it's like to have some forty year old man lay himself on…" Elizabeth chocked and stumbled back, "And you have no idea what it's like to hate someone you love so much."

She turned away, ran from him, into the first door she found and slammed it, quickly flicking the lock to try and prevent him from entering. She slid to the floor in a heap as her body started to shake again, overcome by the tears, the pain, the sadness that she brought on herself. She couldn't believe that she was grateful for landing in Port Charles, couldn't believe that she was glad she met Jason Morgan. She would never get through to him, there was no turning back, he must never have loved her because love simply didn't hurt this much.

Jason pressed his forehead against the door, sighing as he listened to her cry, listened as her body was racked with sobs. She said that he had no idea what it was like to hate someone that you love so much, he knew it, knew it all too well and he just wished that he could find someone to cross the line, to fix this because he wasn't sure how long he could take Elizabeth's tears.

"What's the status?' Luis Alcazar asked as he stepped off of his private jet and onto the red carpet beneath his feet. His plane was slightly delayed due to police activity around another airport regarding a bombing He couldn't help but smile at the warm welcome he seemed to be receiving.

"We're tracking them down now," he replied as he felt into step beside the most powerful man in all of Chicago, "It shouldn't be long before we find them, at the latest by tomorrow evening."

"Corinthos' condition?" Luis asked as he slid into the awaiting limo.

"It doesn't look good," the man said as he closed the door behind the both of them, "His wife was unharmed, a guard is dead and the children are on their way out of the country."

"The children are no concern to me," Luis said as he shrugged his shoulders, "That is, unless the tiny little one is a looker, maybe in about ten years, we'll see," he said with a grin, "Was Morgan even injured?'

"Head wound, slight graze, nothing big," he said as he gazed out the window through the tinted glass, watching as the miles were swallowed up between the airport and the city that lie ahead.

"He was still able to steal my wife," Luis said angrily, "And to think that he tried to make a deal," he laughed, "I will have Lizzie back as well as this territory and I will become the most feared man in this entire organization," he turned to the man beside him, "And you are the perfect person to help me accomplish that. Find them, kill him and if Lizzie doesn't want to come along willingly," Luis shrugged again, "Kill her too."

He turned back to him, his eyes glinting dangerously, "Yes, sir," Sly replied.