"Carly, walk faster." Her head whipped around and Sam pulled on her arm. "Don't look, just walk faster!"

Their heels clicked against the ground as they moved quicker down the street. Sam had done enough in her life to know when she was being followed. The fact that the man chasing them was still on their heels made it even more obvious. They would have to run soon, and in heels, Sam wasn't sure how fast either of them would be able to go.

"Would you tell me why we're rushing? Who's back there?"

"I don't know, alright?" Sam held onto her arm and kept them moving fast. Carly was taller than her. Not by much, but enough that her legs were longer and Sam had to work harder to keep up with her. "He's been following us since we left Kelly's."

"And you're just now telling me?" Carly narrowed her eyes. "Why would you just decide to tell me now?"

"Because I didn't know he was following us before, alright? Could you stop asking questions and keep going?"

Sam wracked her brain, trying to figure out who could be following them. She didn't know of Alcazar's enemies, so there were any number of people who could have been after them on his side. On Jason's… He wasn't working with Sonny anymore, but that didn't mean that he didn't have enemies. He had done things that would make people hate him for the rest of his life. Any of them could have been after the women.

For a second, she entertained the thought that it was Sonny. Neither of them had done anything to endear themselves to him. Sam had, essentially, taken Jason from him. Everything went downhill after Sonny hit her, and Jason couldn't forgive him. And Carly—She'd taken his children. Because of her, he'd not only lost Michael and Morgan, he'd lost Kristina, too. Maybe he had enough against them to want revenge.

But, Sonny wasn't that stupid. He had to know that, should something happen to them, Jason and Alcazar would immediately go to him. They would know that he had something to do with it. For the second time, the men would be forced to work together, to find common ground, and they would do it. They'd do it because they loved them.

But, it wasn't Sonny. And that left a whole host of people that could have sent some idiot barrelling after them, coming closer. His steps were coming quicker.

"Carly, run."

"What?"

"Run!"

Sam took off, and their clicks turned into thuds. For the first few steps, she was holding Carly by the arm. Carly jerked free and her arms started pumping. Sam watched her move past her, cursing the taller woman's longer legs. Sam dug in and pushed herself harder, forcing herself to keep up with her.

"Lorenzo's yacht is docked off of Pier 13!" Carly yelled. "If we make it there, we're good!"

"That's hoping we make it!" Sam looked behind her, then turned back to yell, "He's gaining on us!"

Times like this, she wished that everything in town were smaller. Amazing how large a small harbor town could feel when one's life was in danger. Maybe they could have doubled back and gotten to the car, but Sam's first instinct was to think that this guy would expect that. For all they knew, the car could have been rigged to blow up. Even if it didn't blow, it would take too much time to find the keys, probably drop the keys, get in, get it started, and get the hell out of there. By the time all of that was done, this guy could have broken a window and pulled one of them out. And if they pulled Sam out, Carly was screwed, because Sam didn't have faith that she'd jump over and drive herself away.

"What did you do!"

Sam's eyes went wide and she faltered a few steps. "What do you mean what did I do? How do you know you didn't do something! Or Alcazar!"

"You always did something! Tell me when was the last time I got in trouble with you around and it wasn't because of you? I swear, you're just like Courtney! You keep getting me into trouble!"

"I… I am not like Courtney! And… I can't believe you said that!" Sam and Carly rounded a corner. "For all we know, this guy could be after you!"

"Oh… shut up!"

There were people in front of them now, and the two women had to push their way through. Did people always just stop and stare when they saw women running their way? Was this one of those instances where someone should have yelled, "Fire?" Maybe then someone would actually take notice. Even as people screamed out, probably being knocked over behind them, she didn't see anyone up ahead pulling out a phone to call the cops.

So, Sam pulled her own phone out. It was hard to dial with her hands gloved and running at a pace faster than her heart wanted her to go. The phone went to her ear and it was answered in two rings. "Jason! Meet us at Alcazar's yacht! We're headed for the pier!"

"Sam?" If she weren't obvoiusly upset, Jason would have probably complained about meeting Alcazar. He probably would have assumed it was some spontaneous attempt on Carly's part to make her best friend and her lover be friendly. "What's wrong?"

"Someone is chasing us!"

"And she decided to tell me right before we had to run! God, Jason, what have you been teaching her?"

"Carly, would you shut up?" They rounded another corner, and Sam had stopped paying attention to the man behind her. "We're running, and I didn't wanna go back to the car. Just meet us at Alcazar's yacht! We're almost at the pier—"

The phone fell from her hands as someone rode her down to the ground. Sam rolled over and kicked her feet. He lifted up from her, then fell off as he was hit in the head by Carly's flying foot.

"Come on!" Carly grabbed her by the arm and pulled her up. "In here!"

They sidestepped into the nearest building and went up the stairs. Sam didn't know where they were, but Carly seemed to have an idea. She'd been in town longer. Maybe it wouldn't hurt to let her take the lead. Of course, that was assuming that Carly was running on intelligence instead of blind terror.

They went up another flight of stairs, round a corner, down a hall. Two more flights of stairs, and they were at a door. A door that swung open so quickly that it hit Carly dead in the face, knocking her to the floor. Her head bounced against the floor, and Carly's head rolled to the side. She was out. Wonderful.

Sam stared at the partially open door, then turned around as she heard footsteps behind her. She whirled and saw the same guy that had been chasing them. He was holding his head, and Sam grunted. At least his head was hurting. Enough that he didn't instantly lunge at her. Unfortunately, whoever had opened the door wasn't in the same pain.

One arm went around her waist. Another came around her shoulders. A hand clamped over her mouth and Sam screamed. As she was lifted from the floor, she kicked her feet, but the person holding her was obviously used to it. He knew how to manuever her to keep her heels from connecting with anything major. She was caught, and Carly was unconscious. They were stuck.

And from behind her, Sam heard a familiar voice say, "Time for everybody to pay, Princess. And the two of you are just the beginning."