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Chapter Five

Jason was getting ready to set himself up in front of the door when he heard Sonny speak, "Come on Jason, Francis can guard the door, you have already been standing here for three hours... No one even knows that they are here. We need to talk." Jason looked at the door one last time before getting on the elevator.

Sonny waited while Jason opened his door. While he would like to go home, this was a conversation he didn't want to have around his wife. Her tender heart would have Elizabeth living with them and married with 2.5 kids within a day of meeting her. "There isn't a lot of information to be had on Elizabeth. Her younger years are more detailed but there are a lot of inconsistencies especially around her birth and after she left with Epiphany…there is nothing. I don't know how they stayed under the radar but…"

"What do you mean there are inconsistencies with her birth?"

"Steven and Sarah were already in boarding school by the time Elizabeth was born…except, I can't find a birth certificate. I've done some digging on the Webber's and…I can't find a single mention of the Mrs., being pregnant, ever." Sonny said, shaking his head at the sheer amount of cloak and dagger that seemed to surround Elizabeth.

"Excuse me?" Jason asked.

"Honestly, I don't have a clue. I have people headed in the Webber's direction. I am pilfering blood samples so I can conduct my own paternity/maternity tests. Everything about this stinks and I think that young woman finally deserves some answers. We are going to have to muster all our guard; I don't want any of them making Elizabeth uncomfortable. I had intended to have Francis guard her but after seeing the two of you interact, I think…if you are agreeable, I think you should guard her. I know that is pretty much a demotion but at this point, I think the girl needs to be as comfortable as possible."

"Not really a demotion…I was going to offer any way. It's strange, when I you told me about her, well, that we were guarding this strange woman, I was leery, worried it was a ruse but…something about her, if you tell anyone I said this, I will do my best to fit you with cement shoes, but…as cliché as it might sound, I was drawn to her. She's a tad rough around the edges and really doesn't have a filter but I…" Jason said. Confusion his most prominent emotion, he wasn't called a stone-cold killer for nothing. From the moment he laid eyes on her, he felt this weird connection, the syzygy was almost palpable, like they had known one another much longer, were closer…he really couldn't put a finger on it.

Sonny couldn't contain the small laugh. He'd seen his friend in many different situations, with many different women and not a single one of them had ever had his enforcer threatening him, it really was quite remarkable. "My lips are sealed. Epiphany promised to have their itinerary ready tomorrow morning. She didn't want to have our guys scrambling to try to arrange anything. It's strange, when I knew her husband; she was a very brusque woman. It wasn't until years later I learned he was a grade A asshole. If it wasn't for Stan, I don't think I ever saw them smile at one another. When she left him, I told her she could come to me if she ever needed help…now I am glad I did."

"Why was he an asshole?" Jason queried.

"I think the only thing he didn't do was abuse her, physically. He cheated, he gambled every last penny he and she made, and he drank and was getting in deeper with all things unsavory. When he was put in the hospital and I had come to check on him, is when she told me she was leaving…That's when I made the offer because even though he was laid up with multiple broken bones and whatnot, he was shouting and berating her for allowing it to happen." Sonny said, shaking his head. He had never had respect for anyone who took out their shortcomings on other people and he had even less respect for anyone who treated their wife like their reason for being was to cater and prop up their husband. In his opinion, you never raised your hand to a woman and if you found yourself on the wrong side of their tongue or fist, well, you took cover and waited till you could apologize.

"Wow…well, he isn't around anymore, right?"

"Nope that prince…" Sonny began with a sarcastic twist of his lips, "Has been dead for four years. Honestly, I don't know how he managed to live as long as he did. That man had colon cancer, he had Emphysema, a bad ticker…his arthritis was so bad he could barely get around and if I recall correctly, a week before he died, they discovered he had some blood disorder. If there is any balance in life, he's currently working as a stooge for a brimstone division."

Jason's snort of laughter lightened the heavy conversation. "You sure have an interesting way of saying things sometimes."

"Jason, stop staring at the door…I swear, every other minute you are all but on your way back to her door. They aren't going anywhere, they need to sleep. Something we should both think about doing or at least me. If I don't get home soon, my Mrs. is liable to have some choice words for me. I know you are a good man and I know you wouldn't do anything to cause her a moment's hesitation but you need to relax. I don't think, even with her being more comfortable around you, that she will be able to deal with you all but on her lap…"

Scandalized that he'd even suggest that, Jason said, "It isn't like that Sonny, truly." Trying to get his words and thoughts in order, Jason tried again. "From the moment that our eyes locked…that poor girl, she has demons I don't even think she has realized are there, buried so deeply... Like I said before, I am drawn to her. I just want to see her smile, laugh, and not have a single moment where she is scared. We've met women who are…well, I am sure they'd be heading up their own divisions in the brimstone division but she isn't like that at all, she's perfectly innocent…" He really was having a hard time vocalizing what he was thinking and feeling.

Sonny knew now wasn't the time to poke fun, simply said, "I think I can understand. You want to be her hero!"

Jason's eyes went wide, was that…could he… yup, confusion was the emotion that was winning the race in the blender full of a million others, ladies and gentlemen, can we say confounded…Jason thought to himself. Knowing his boss was waiting for some kind of comment, Jason shiftily looked anywhere but at his friend and said, "I want to help her." With that said, he darted up his stairs.

Sonny realized that his enforcer was wound more than a little tight and decided to leave perusing everything till later. It wasn't often that he spent the night away from home and as true as it was three years ago when he married her, it was still just as true. His world never made as much sense as when he was in her arms.

The cops and 'good' citizens of Port Charles all crucified him as being power hungry when the truth was actually very far from the truth. He liked what he had and protected it with a zealousness but if it all caved in tomorrow, so long as he had his wife, so long, good riddance.

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