"Sonny, EJ DiMera needs to die."
At half past nine in the morning, Sonny looked up from his eggs and toast to see his ex-wife, Carly Corinthos, staring down at him.
"Excuse me." he responded, taking a sip of coffee.
"You heard me. EJ DiMera killed our son, so now it's his turn to go."
Sonny got up from his breakfast. "I think you should calm down. I don't know if you remember this, but things didn't go so well the last time you tried to have someone killed."
"Don't patronize me, Sonny!"
He put up his hands in surrender. "I'm asking you to stay out of it, Carly."
"Excuse me!" she exclaimed. "This is my son we're talking about. You can't just expect me to stay out of it, unless...unless, you've already got something in the works?" It was more a statement than a question.
Sonny smirked for the first time in months. "Let's just say that EJ DiMera, and Stefano, are going to get what's coming to them."
"Oh, Sonny, it's great that you're awake. So, we can start on our plan right away." Ava said as she came down the stairs before stopping dead in her tracks at the sight of Carly.
"What the hell is she doing here?" Carly demanded of her ex-husband.
"Carly," Ava began to explain, "I mean no harm. I am an ally."
"Yeah, to the Devil." Carly retorted.
Sonny decided not to let the two go at it. "It's ok, Carly. We all have a common goal. We all want to see DiMera in the ground."
"Last time I checked, you also wanted her in the ground. And look, no baby!"
"Really Carly, is that how you're going to treat the mother of your potential granddaughter?"
"Don't throw that...Wait. Did you say granddaughter?"
Sonny grabbed his suit jacket off the sofa and headed out the door. "Whatever. If you two want to tear each other apart or bond over the baby, be my guest. Just don't get any blood on my carpet or furniture."