Chapter 37

"What was so important that you had to to meet me this late?" Sam whined.

Lorenzo adjusted his blazer, "We have some important business to discuss."

Sam shrugged, "Well I'm sorry, any more information you need will cost you. My fee covered only what I have already given you." She folded her arms over her chest, "So what else do you need from me and what are you willing to pay for it?"

"If that is the case then I believe, Ms. McCall, you owe me a refund."

Her head shook, "Excuse me?"

"You gave me old information and now I have caused a commotion with the wrong organization." He spat.

"I'm not sure I'm following."

"The ships we attacked did not belong to Corinthos. Those routes were sold, I don't know how long ago and it doesn't matter when. The point is that the information that you gave me was wrong."

"But I was there, I heard the coordinates." She explained.

Alcazar shrugged, "I'm sure you did but they no longer belong to Sonny and Jason. Do you know what this means?"

Sam stood silently waiting for him to continue.

"It means that not only is Corinthos going to be out for retaliation since it was obviously an attempt against them but so will Anthony Zacharra, the current owner of the lanes."

Sam turned away and threw her arms up, "You didn't verify the information with an inside source?"

"You were my inside source!" he yelled.

"Then how did you know when a shipment was coming in?"

"I've had a freighter anchored a couple miles out on lookout, assuming a shipment came in monthly, it was on the ready and the first shipment found was taken out."

Sam shrugged, "I don't know what you want from me now."

"What I want! You came to me with this information, offering it up! How do I know that you aren't working for Corinthos?" Alcazar yelled.

"I'm not!" she howled. Her fingertips rested against her forehead as though she had a headache.

"So here is what I want, you have to fix this."

Sam shivered even though it was a warm spring night. "I don't know how to fix this. Uh…" she paused. "Uh, we need leverage… the kids."

"You want me to take Sonny's kids?" he mocked.

Sam shook her head, "No… Jason's."

"Well last I heard his wife hadn't had their child yet, so you think if I take the young boy… I can what, blackmail Jason to…" he trailed off waiting for Sam to finish.

"To take responsibility for the blown up shipments, then the other family will go after him."

Alcazar stood for a minute, thinking about her suggestion. It was a possibility but in the end he would still be breaking one of the cardinal rules of the business, families were off limits. Sure he'd made a play for Elizabeth but that was just to get under Jason's skin. It was merely for fun and once they married, he backed off. What it came down to was that he had just attacked another organization, unprovoked and he needed to clean the situation up… quick. "That's the plan then." He lied.

"Ok, well since Elizabeth is on maternity leave it may be hard to separate her from the boy, plus there are guards around them, it may be difficult." A loud bang echoed through the alley and Sam turned away from Alcazar to investigate the source. Her last thought was to run but before she could Alcazar pulled his .45 from his pocket and unloaded his entire clip into her until there was no sign of life left in her body. He looked around to be sure there were no witnesses, he was sure nobody heard since he had his silencer on then he nonchalantly walked away.

Jason arrived home from his meeting to find Elizabeth sound asleep. Over the past couple of weeks the pregnancy had begun to take its toll on her energy. She had fallen asleep just after Cameron every night. She'd usually wake up later and they'd lay in bed or on the couch and talk. Just about every night they would make love before going to sleep, something he certainly had not expected this far into her pregnancy. With her due date quickly approaching she was moving slower but she always built up enough energy to keep the sex incredibly hot.

It was hard to believe that a mere nine months ago she had shown up at his door and shared a completely unexpected night.

…Flashback, nine months ago

"Are you sure about this?" Jason asked as he hovered over her beside the pool table.

Her eyes were hazy and her lips swollen. Her hands roamed his exposed upper body, smoothing over his shoulders, back, chest, everywhere she could reach. "I am so sure Jason." She assured him and hooked her hands behind his neck, pulling his mouth down to hers.

He kissed her with all he had, years of anticipation had led to that moment. "I'll be right back." He whispered and kissed her once more before lifting himself off her and literally running up the stairs. Less then thirty seconds later he reappeared carrying a small foil package in his hand. He tossed it on the side table and kneeled beside her, slipping his arms under her knees and her back then lifting her into his arms. Crossing to the front of the couch, he gently placed her on the oversized cushions and stood back up to remove his shoes.

Elizabeth's face was flushed and the pink tint of her skin trailed down her neck and into the thin tank top she was wearing. Not wasting any time, he unbuttoned his jeans, unbuttoned hers then climbed on top of her, careful not to crush her petite body under his. He was about to kiss her when their eyes met, he hesitated, giving her one last opportunity to change her mind. She answered him by smiling tenderly and running her fingertips along his jaw line. Her lips audibly whimpered his name and it was the most erotic sound he'd ever heard.

"Jason." He heard in a similar voice yet more tired. He was pulled from his memory and saw Elizabeth stretching in front of him on the bed. He'd been leaning against the doorway, lost in his memories, one of many that were still being created with each passing day.

"Hey…" he voiced, quickly approaching the bed and placing a gentle kiss on her cheek. "I didn't want to wake you."

"And I would have been mad if you didn't wake me up."

Jason laughed, something that had been rare in the past but recently seemed to come as second nature. He leaned against the wall and kicked his shoes off before roughly pulling on his necktie.

Elizabeth watched his movements and fully understood why men found women stripping so erotic. She watched him roughly pull his tie off that matched the color of his eyes and toss it over the chair beside him. Next came his black suit jacket which he promptly hung on it's hanger in the closet. Then he tugged the bottom of his shirt from his waistband and quickly began to work the buttons to reveal a black 'wife beater' undershirt. Sure she'd seen him get ready to go to his meeting and knew exactly what he was wearing but now that he was home and staying she was able to enjoy the sight of him.

As Jason unbuckled his belt, he looked up at Elizabeth who was now kneeling on the bed watching him intently, waiting for him. Her hands were on her stomach and her eyes were focused on the movement of his hands. He lifted an eyebrow as he pulled the belt through the loops and laid it over the back of the chair beside his tie. With slow movements, he removed his socks followed by his dress shirt then he disappeared into the bathroom, closing the door halfway behind him.

Elizabeth groaned and fell back on the bed, "Jason!" she called but got no response. "Jason you better hurry up before I get tired again and fall asleep."

He reappeared in the doorway a minute later with a towel in his hand, "You wouldn't."

"Try me" she challenged.

"Well I have some work I need to get done, I can go down…" he said trying to hold back his smile.

Elizabeth called his bluff and interrupted him, "Ok, I can always pay up on my promise tomorrow or maybe the next day." She said as she rolled over onto her side so that her back was to him. She bit her lip to hide her smile when she heard him quickly unzipping his pants. The bed dipped beside her and she felt him leaning toward her.

"Do you really think I'd ever pass up sex with my beautiful wife?" he asked, his hot breath on her ear sending a chill down her spine.

Elizabeth let herself smile, "Did you think I wouldn't pay up?" she asked as she rolled onto her back then let out a groan as she sat up.

He reached his hand and gently placed it on her belly, "If you are tired or…" he stopped when her hand slipped into his boxer briefs and wrapped her fist around him. His hips jerked up at her touch, "… o-or not."

"Oh my god, oh my god… someone please help, I need a phone!" a middle aged woman screamed as she ran up to the gas station attendant. "Call 911!"

At first he ignored her, this time of the night he was used to junkies and criminals trying to rob him and he was not going to fall for it.

"That alley over there." The obviously homeless woman said pointing, "I just found a woman, she… she's shot. I don't… don't think she's… I think she's dead!"

"Detective Spencer." Mac called as he approached Lucky's desk.

"What's up Mac?"

"I need you and Cruz to bring in Morgan for questioning."

Lucky quickly stood from his desk, "What for?" he asked as he grabbed his badge off his desk, unable to hide his smug smile.

"Harbor patrol just pulled Lorenzo Alcazar's body from the water." Mac stated.