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Chapter Fifty-Eight
Jason and Liz finally made their way home, they let Johnny off the hook though, the short walk from Sonny's to their place was just long enough to allow the couple a few moments of silence before they got home. They both had many thoughts running through their minds, and wanted the few extra moments of quiet to sort through everything.
The didn't say anything until they were both comfortable and in bed.
"So?" Elizabeth said, trying to draw Jason out. She knew he turn this around so it was all his fault, she just refused to allow him the pleasure of playing the martyr.
"So!" Jason replied, not trying to be quiet, he was just so consumed by his thoughts that trying to sort them into some semblance that would be coherent, seemed almost impossible.
Elizabeth eyed him curiously, whatever she saw in his eyes, calmed her some. "Are we going to talk about this tonight, or are we going to leave the heavy thoughts for tomorrow?"
"I honestly don't know. There are so many ways this could go and so many people it could be. I am not fully convinced it isn't someone from our business, because honestly, who would want to hurt you, really?" Jason said, massaging the back of his neck.
"Here, move on to your stomach and lay down." Elizabeth said, directing him to the middle of the bed.
Jason gave her a curious glance before doing as she asked.
Elizabeth bounced up from the bed and ran to the bathroom. She was back quickly and carrying a small bottle. Jason couldn't read the name or its use, but submitted to whatever it was she wanted.
Liz squeezed a generous amount into the palm of her hand, then with quick movements, she rubbed her hands together, warming the liquid some before dragging her hands down his back. Before she continued, she straddled his back, causing a breathy moan to escape him.
The substance lathered his back and at first he was going to scoff at the idea of her applying lotion or something to his body. But as her hands slipped effortlessly over his tense back, he relaxed under her skillful ministrations. Never before had anyone taken the time to massage the days worries away. He wasn't sure where she had learned this, but he was going to have to remember for a late date. She was definitely skillful, it was only recently that he was learning just how much and in what areas, that thought brought a smile to his lips.
Her hands were soft, but she was capable to work out every knot and ache in a mater of moments. His shoulders had never felt so relaxed and his lower back almost felt jell-o-like in quality.
His sanity remained until her hands lowered to his thigh's and calves, working her fingers into all the tense muscles, using just the right amount of pressure. Her hands danced over his skin alighting his desire anew. He was learning just how dexterous she was, as the thoughts changed, he wondered if she was nimble in any other areas. He knew she was flexible, but as of right now, they really hadn't tested just how flexible. That thought pulled another moan from him, however unbidden.
He couldn't help the way his body reacted to his wife, he never had been able to control it. He had just learned however, he didn't want to.
She couldn't help the jolting sensations that flowed through her body at his apparent approval of what she was doing, her body reacted with hi, until recently, she hadn't believed it could be so powerful and mind numbing.
No one had ever caused these amazing feelings in her before. And while she knew it was wrong comparing Jason to her other partners, she couldn't help the unbidden thoughts that swirled inside her mind.
Those boys, had never, and she did mean never, literally rocked her world, which Jason did on a daily basis, no, even if her marriage failed, she would never be with another man. He had completely ensnared her as effectively as if he had taken her very soul, there could never be someone else. Because no one else would ever be able to satisfy him.
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Stan and Spinelli had shown up five minutes apart, surprisingly it was the younger man who arrived first. Sonny took that in to account, he hadn't been very nice to the kid, but that was mostly because he felt the man in question was just too young.
He couldn't knock the kid, not now. Seeing as how he went out of his way every time he was asked and even knew something of being punctual.
So now, when he should be in his bed sleeping and next to such a beauty, he was stuck down here, explaining what things they needed to be looking for and anything else he could think of.
"Mr. Godfather sir, I don't suppose you have any potato chips around here, and perhaps an orange soda, they really do help me think." Spinelli asked, hoping he wasn't tempting fate by asking for some sustenance, but unable to stop himself.
Sonny pressed his fingers into his temples, trying to stave off a headache, but the person sitting in front of him, made that almost impossible.
"There are no chips here, and no orange pop. But I am sure there is something healthy in the fridge, should you want to check it out." Sonny said, not understanding why kids demanded eating that crap, it's not like it even tasted that good.
Spinelli looked dubiously at Sonny, "Godfather, sir, I said sustenance, not food that would murder me."
"Quit calling me that." Sonny huffed, but nonetheless he reached into his back pocket, grabbing his wallet, he pulled two twenty dollar bills from within and tossed them on the table. "Order a pizza then." With that said Sonny left the room, needing to distance himself from the Jackal…
Spinelli grinned triumphantly, then looked warily at Stan, "What kinda pizza do you like?" He asked, not really caring, but not wanting to risk the Godfather's wrath.
Stan rolled his eyes at the younger man, not wanting to give in, but he knew there was no way they were going to get to leave if something wasn't found, so he offhandedly said, "Hawaiian, extra ham, pineapple and cheese."
The Jackal just smirked as he reached for his phone, perhaps the guy isn't all bad, Spinelli thought as he keyed in the familiar number.
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Luke was spurred into action, so when he began hammering on Sonny's door, he had not thought anything about the time, but now that he was standing there, he glanced at his watch.
If Sonny was awake, he was probably going to be angry with Luke, but if he was asleep, he would be even more so. His hand stalled for a fraction of a second, but the pounding resounded back to him, when not even two seconds later his fist was beating out his stuttering patience on the door.
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Sonny had been in the kitchen when the pounding began. He looked at his clock, wondering who in their right mind would bother him at this hour. But then he thought about what the two men in his living room were doing, that quickened his pace.
All of a sudden the sound stopped, which caused Sonny to stop, red warning signs flashing in his mind.
Then the pounding began and with it a voice.
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"Sonny open up the damn door, we need to talk." Luke yelled through the heavy wooden door.
He wasn't sure Sonny would hear or even understand what he was saying, the place was fortress like in quality, it probably had sound-proofing all over the place.
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Sonny wasn't sure of the words that had been yelled through the door, but he was sure of the voice, and it caused a worm of fear to begin its journey to his stomach. Luke was paranoid and rightly so most times, but he didn't sound paranoid tonight, he sounded frantic and in need, and Luke never let anyone see that he needed something.
So Sonny through the door open wide, wondering absently where Johnny was.
"Took you long enough!" Luke said through almost non-existent lips. He had them drawn in such a tight line that all you could see was a white slash.
Sonny eyed up his old friend. They hadn't been on good terms for a very long time, he could recall the day perfectly, it was the day Luke blamed him for Lucky's death in the fire above the garage. So he understood the man's reluctance, but he also knew, he would not turn him away.
"What is it Luke, what do you need?" Sonny asked, hoping to get to the heart of the matter. He would help with what he could, but at the moment he just wanted to get in the kitchen and make Brenda breakfast in bed.
"What I need, well that is an easy question. I need for you to murder Helena Cassadine, I am positive she is the cause for Lucky's break in sanity." Luke said, gesturing wildly with his hands.
"Why would you think Helena had or has anything to do with what's going on with Lucky. He used to be a good kid, but I hate to say it Luke, I don't see how this could be Helena's handiwork." Sonny replied, but suddenly he wasn't so sure. If she did have anything to do with Lucky's massive downward spiral, then was it possible she was the one who was threatening going after Liz and the boys.
Unfortunately for him, the headache that he thought he was going to avoid, came back with a vengeance, burrowing deeply into the soft tissue of his mind and behind his eyes.
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