The conversation had been quick and, honestly, it scared Jason Morgan how quickly he and Lorenzo Alcazar came to the same conclusion. That conclusion also hurt, because while he still wanted to believe that there were some decent qualities left in his former best friend, Jason's mind still went to him, instantly.

Jason was only a few steps behind Alcazar as they approached the house. Max tried to stop them, but he wasn't expecting the full bodied punch that Alcazar threw him. Jason watched Max crumple to the floor, and that hesitation let Alcazar move beyond his sight. It let him get inside the house, through the foyer, and, by the time Jason reached him, to Sonny Corinthos.

"Where is she!" Alcazar held him by the lapels of his jacket. Sonny was shorter than him, and it was no trouble for Alcazar to lift him until only the tips of his toes reached the floor. "Where is she!"

"What the hell are you talking about? Max!" Sonny grabbed Alcazar's wrists, trying to pry him off of him. "Max!"

"He's out cold." Jason entered the room cautiously, moving to Alcazar's left. His arms were steady and his 9mm Beretta was held firmly in the palms of his hands. The gun wasn't aimed at Alcazar. "Where are they, Sonny?" Jason looked to the side, watching the door. Other guards would be coming soon, and they wouldn't be able to hold them all off. "Just tell us where they are."

"Get your new partner off of me, Jason."

Sonny looked at him with regret, but also with anger. Every time they had spoken, Sonny accused him of partnering up with Alcazar, and that couldn't have been farther from the truth. He didn't work with Alcazar. He didn't work for Alcazar. The only time he spent near the man was forced by Carly and Sam. But, of course, Sonny wasn't going to understand that. He wasn't going to understand that, in the end, he hadn't left Sonny to work for his enemy. He left Sonny because the person he had become wasn't the brother he'd picked up ten years ago.

"Alcazar, let him go."

"Are you insane? He knows where they are, and you want me to let him go?"

"No, I want you to put him down, so you can draw if necessary. Guards will be in here, soon. They're not all incompetent, and eventually, one or more of them will find Max and come in here."

Alcazar's movements were slow, but he unclenched his hands. Sonny stumbled to the floor and picked himself up. "Don't even think of pulling a gun," Jason said quickly. He moved over, gun still unwavering as he approached the men. With Sonny's angry eyes on him, he patted him down, finding two guns, and took them both. "Where are they, Sonny?"

"I have no idea what you're talking about." Sonny turned, and he must have been fairly sure that Jason wouldn't shoot him in the back. And he wouldn't let Alcazar shoot him in the back. Sonny crossed to the bar and poured himself a drink. "You're all done with me, remember? My wife, my friends, my children--" He turned to Jason. "My brother."

Jason took in a deep breath and let it out slowly. "All of that is your own fault, Sonny. You could have stopped it. You could have asked me for help, believed in me... There are plenty of ways that this could have ended. Blaming me isn't going to change anything."

Sonny knocked back half of his drink, then grunted. "What do you want?"

"You know what we want." Alcazar's gun was out and he walked towards Sonny. "Carly and Sam never made it to my yacht, and you are the only enemy that either of them have in this town."

Sonny gave a bitter laugh. "You really think I'd do something like that." His eyes and words were for Jason. "You think I'd get rid of 'em? You should know me better than that, Jason. You should also know that you and Alcazar have plenty of enemies that would stoop to that level."

"I know you, Sonny. With Carly gone, this would be the perfect opportunity to get the girls. You would know that I'd be too busy trying to find them to take care of the boys, and with Sam missing, too, there would be no one to stop you."

"And you think I'd get rid of their mother? How would I explain that to Michael?"

"I don't know, Corinthos," Alcazar said through clenched teeth, "how did you explain it when you used our relationship against her to take her children last time? How did you explain that you were trying to put their mother in prison for a crime she didn't commit? I put nothing past you, Corinthos. You know where they are."

"If I knew where they were, we wouldn't be having this discussion. If I had done anything to either of them, I would be with my lawyer right now putting the paperwork in to get my boys back."

Jason stared at him, and he believed him. He wanted to curse the fact, because if Sonny didn't have them, he honestly didn't know who would have them. Sonny was the easiest choice, the first and most likely of choices. If he didn't have them...

"He doesn't know anything."

Alcazar whirled towards him. "What! You can't tell me that you're buying into this."

"I know him," Jason said shortly. "And he's right. He would be more obvious than this." He sighed and shook his head, but he didn't lower the gun. He looked at Sonny, and beneath everything else, there was a fear. His body was a little too tense for the situation. Someone had Carly, and Sonny was worried about her. "Let's go."

Jason lowered his gun, but Alcazar kept his arms steady. "I am not leaving here until he tells us where they are."

"Do you think I'd be leaving if I still thought he had Sam? I'm not about to stand here wasting my time with him when I could be out there looking. It's not Sonny, and if it's not Sonny, then this has to do with us. We'll be getting a call or a note or something, and we won't get that here wasting time."

Alcazar looked like he wasn't going to move, like he was just fine with wasting time. Jason could almost understand it. He didn't hate Sonny, but when he saw Sam's face, he'd wanted to kill him. Hell, when he'd previously seen Carly's arm, he wanted to kill him. Here was a man that had always wanted to kill Sonny, and now he had the opportunity. It was a tempting opportunity to take.

Finally, Alcazar put his gun down, just as two guards came into the room. Both Jason and Alcazar put their guns back up. Jason said, "Back down, guys. We're leaving."

Max came up behind them, rubbing his jaw. "What the hell--"

"Just forget it, Max." Jason put his hands up, then slowly lowered his gun. "We're leaving, and unless I was wrong and Sonny had something to do with this, we won't back. But, don't let me find out that you had anything to do with this, Max."

"To do with what?"

"Carly and Sam are missing," Sonny said from behind him.

Jason ignored him. "If you hear anything, I expect to hear it two seconds later, understand me? If I don't, then you'll wish you'd only gotten a punch in the jaw."

Jason stalked past the guards, holding back the urge to punch any of them. These were all men that he had hired, and they actually had the nerve to hold a gun on him? Jason sighed. At least that meant that he'd hired loyal guys, even if Jason didn't necessarily see Sonny as worthy of that loyalty, anymore.

He almost made it out without anybody hitting him, too. Right until he heard someone mutter something. Until he heard someone question his right to say anything to anyone after he'd turnd his back on Mr. Corinthos. Jason turned, stalked back, and punched him once, hard in the jaw. He kicked him when he hit the floor.

"Now," Jason said, turning back to the door, "we're leaving."