Rome, Italy, like most of Europe, suited EJ DiMera just right. Good food. Good drinks. And, most importantly, sexy women. At the moment, though, women were the last thing on his mind.
"...and you understand the assignment?" he asked the person he was on the phone with. "This is very important. I want Corinthos to suffer before I end him...Ok, I can pay that...Call me when it's done."
"Are you sure about this?" Stefano asked after he hung up the phone.
"You know bloody well that I'm sure."
Stefano sat down his glass of wine. "Elvis, when will this vendetta against Sonny end?"
"When he is dead." EJ responded, his voice full of spite.
"Well, why don't you just kill him?"
"Oh, I will, but not before this. Soon, though, soon I'll end it."
It was silent for a moment before Stefano spoke. "It was very gracious of our cousin Victor to put us up in a WSB safe house."
"Of course; the Cassadines, with the exception of a few bad seeds, have always been loyal cousins. They know what it means to be family.."
"Yes." Stefano agreed. "Although, seeing and speaking with Victor is like meeting a ghost. He appears so much like Antony."
"Father," EJ said, breaking the line of conversation, "I need to know that you have my back with the Corinthos situation."
"Of course I have your back, Elvis."
EJ's face remained solid. "Good." he paused for a few seconds. "This is about to get messy."