Family Ties – 2
It's dark and his head and arm hurt.
It takes long minutes and he realizes that he's on a concrete ground, that he's in a room with no windows.
That his arm is either really messed up or actually broken.
The side of his face hurts like he got punched and he touches it with fingers not attached to the arm that is throbbing at him.
Definitely punched.
He takes a deep breath and forces himself into a sitting position.
He can just make out the shape of a door directly in front of him, there's no light in the room but he can see a hint of light just around the bottom edge of the door.
"Hello?" he calls, he winces and has a flash of memory of someone wrapping an arm around his neck. He'll have bruises there then too.
"Is anyone there?"
No one answers.
OF + SC = DF
There's a knock at the door and it's something that Sonny has been expecting so he squeezes her fingers and kisses the back of her hand, then leaves his perch by Olivia's side and goes downstairs.
Jason is already pulling the door open and Mac Scorpio is standing there looking both pissed off and official.
"Jason, why don't you take Carly and Michael home," Sonny says. Mac arches an eyebrow at him and Jason looks back and forth between them.
"I don't think…" Jason starts.
"It's fine, I asked him to come."
OF + SC = DF
He waits until he hears the door click shut then crosses the room to lock it.
"I'm assuming that Olivia made it here?" Mac asks.
"She's upstairs," Sonny says.
"And what did the lovely Mrs. Corinthos think of Carly?" Mac asks. He's got a bit of a smirk on his face, Sonny wants to punch him, he thinks it would help alleviate some of the pent up rage and fear that is throbbing under his skin aching for release.
"Olivia knows about Carly," Sonny says, he pours drinks, leaves a glass there for Mac to either take or not take.
Olivia knows everything about Carly; including the fact that while Sonny might claim Michael as his son but that he is, in reality, not.
Sonny doesn't want to think of what Olivia would have done if Michael had actually been his, he definitely would not have a wife any longer and he might not even have a son either. In this, Dante would side with his mother.
"Tell me what we know."
"The Zacchara's have been watching him; the guards noticed them about two weeks ago."
"And no one thought this was something that I needed to know about?"
"Because they weren't doing anything, just watching. The guards were watching them, and watching Dante and…"
"And yet someone still managed to walk off with my boy," Sonny is seething. He needs to calm down because decking Mac isn't going to solve anything besides maybe make him feel better.
"The Zacchara's have people helping search for him, which means either they don't know or they don't want to take the fall for having grabbed him when they don't have him."
"So they still think my covers good," Sonny doesn't ask. Anthony Zacchara would have declared war already if he knew what Sonny's ultimate goal was.
He's not a cop; not really, the fact that he's even doing what he does is in no thanks to Deke. Deke had pretty much soured him on law enforcement as a whole for a really long time.
But the thought of his boy, his son being raised in an environment where he would have been expected to pick up a gun or the reins at some point… that was unacceptable. Dante is now older then Sonny was when Sonny went to work for Frank Smith.
Dante maybe has a future.
"Dante's not the only boy to go missing," Mac says, he says it softly. Like he's afraid of spooking or startling Sonny.
"What?"
"Dante's the fifth boy in a month to go missing in Bensonhurst," Mac says.
Sonny's mouth goes dry and there's a pit forming in his stomach. "Where are the other boys now?"
He knows the answer to this, it can't be a good one.
"The first two showed up dead about a week back, the other two, and Dante… they're still missing."
OF + SC = DF
He knows that Anthony is not involved, that doesn't mean that he can just leave the fact that Anthony had people watching Dante go.
The fact that he even had people watching Dante spoke of an intent to do something and that is unacceptable. If Sonny ignores the fact that he had people watching Dante it would be shown as a sign that he bowed and that Anthony's behavior is acceptable.
He shows up on his doorstep with Jason and Milo and Max, the fact that he doesn't walk in with guns drawn is the only sign that he knows that the Zacchara's don't have Dante.
They might know something though, they've been watching, they might have seen something that his guards and the police missed.
"Mr. Corinthos, how lovely of you to stop by," Anthony is all smiles. Standing slightly behind him are his guards, off to one side is his son. Johnny Zacchara is eighteen and watching him with narrowed eyes.
"This isn't a social visit," Sonny states. Jason stays beside him; Milo and Max stay at the door.
"You had people watching my son," he says, he plants his hands on the desk and leans forward. Anthony just grins at him.
"It pays to know your competition," Anthony says. "No one else even knew that you had a wife and child secreted away."
"And how did you find out?"
Anthony smiles enigmatically at him. "I knew the right questions to ask it appears."
"My son is missing," Sonny says in short clipped tones. "My son and four other boys were taken out of their neighborhood," he stares at Anthony and watches as the smile drops from his face and a sober expression replaces it.
"I'm aware," Anthony looks away, looks at his son and Johnny just looks back.
"Two of the boys are dead," Sonny says. "Did you know that? Two of those five boys are dead and I want to know if your guards saw anything that would help us find Dante."
"No concern for the other two?" Anthony asks.
"You're a father, if whoever this scumbag is had your son, would you be concerned about the other boys, or would you be concerned about yours?"
Anthony looks down at his desk, then shifts back, taking a packet of pictures from the top drawer of his desk.
"There's been a man watching the school," he points at a picture, the top most one and it's an older man, mid-forties and balding. "We only even noticed him because he approached Dante and one of his friends several times in a weeks time span."
"He didn't…" Dante knows better, Sonny and Olivia have done stranger danger and what to do if someone he didn't know approached him or tried to touch him in a way that he didn't feel comfortable with.
"He walked away, he didn't seem overly alarmed," Anthony stares at him.
Sonny picks up the picture, a clear shot of the man that might possibly have Dante, have two other boys that are faceless and nameless only because Sonny can't worry about anyone besides Dante right now and wouldn't let Mac tell him who they are.
OF + SC = DF
Sonny makes copies of the picture and he gives one to Mac who thankfully doesn't ask him where he got it from, and he distributes the rest.
They have a face and they don't have a name but Sonny is sure that whoever this guy is Mac is going to be able to put a name to the face and tell them what his story is.
Everyone has a story, some he doesn't want to hear, some he wants to know just so he can determine the best possible way to destroy them.
Jason doesn't leave, just makes himself comfortable on Sonny's couch and Sonny doesn't tell him to go, to take care of Carly and Michael.
He lets him sit there and he goes back upstairs to where Olivia is lying in his bed staring at the wall.
"I should have homeschooled him," she says as soon as he walks through the door. "Remember, we talked about that."
"He would have hated that," Sonny says. He toes off his shoes and folds his jacket over the back of a chair then climbs into the bed beside her. Pulling her back against him, hand on her hip, lips against the back of her neck.
The knot in his stomach loosens at bit and he nuzzles the side of her jaw.
He has Olivia here, finally and he'll have Dante here sooner rather then later.
"I don't know what to do," Olivia says softly, her voice is thick and he can tell that she's crying again.
"Just lie here with me for a few minutes," Sonny says. "We're going to lie here and we're going to breathe then we're going to get up and find our boy."
Olivia's hair brushes against his jaw line as she nods.
"Okay."
OF + SC = DF
"His name is Andrew Warren," Mac says. "He's a convicted pedophile and he's registered as a sex offender."
"You're sure?" Sonny asks, he thinks he asks, there's no one else in the room but him and Mac, the question had to have come from his lips. Except there's a disconnect happening at the moment from his brain and the world around him.
This man, has his son, might be… his mind skitters away from that thought. Dante is strong and smart and this isn't going to end with them putting Dante in therapy for nine hundred years, they're going to find Dante and those other two boys before it even becomes an issue.
"Pictures match up," Mac nods. "We're searching the properties that he has listed; he has two that we know about…"
"Did he kill the boys that he got put away for the first time?" Sonny asks and he closes his eyes when he sees Mac shake his head.
OF + SC = DF
He has a bunch of people searching; if Andrew Warren had two properties then he could just as easily have three or four.
He'd need somewhere quiet to stash the boys, somewhere that no one would hear them scream, because he knows Dante's not there willingly and he's pretty sure that neither are the other two boys.
Jason flashes a piece of paper at him, a street address and Sonny nods. Olivia is curled up on the couch, eyes watching him intently.
"Go, bring our baby home."
OF + SC = DF