Speeding down the highway, wanting to get the hell out of dodge, his mind travels back to the young mother that he left in the hospital's care. A hundred different thoughts play through his mind, cursing himself for having a conscience. This isolated moment, he wishes more than anything that the he can be like his older brother.
Unlike him, his older brother could turn away without a second thought. He could kill without regret and do what was necessary to protect their family. He, on the other hand, he couldn't feel some sort of regret for leaving the woman the way he did.
The hospitals in that part of Guatemala are far from perfect and there's no telling what kind of diseases she could contract by being in that hospital. Slamming his fists against the steering wheel, he begs his conscience to shut up. He had to think of his family. His duty is to them. His loyalty is to them.
"¡Ah, mierda!" he curses, slamming his breaks and making a sharp u-turn. "Pendejo!"
Slamming the gas, he drives as fast as his car can take him back to the woman. Was he a complete idiot for doing what he's thinking of doing, damn straight, but he's doing it anyway. His brother will have to secure their mother and baby brother on his own.
Getting to the only viable hospital that she'd be in, he avoids the few cameras they have, making it to her room without much trouble. Finding her chart, he rifles through it, seeing that she wasn't getting any better. With a nurse for a mother, there are things that you just pick up over the years.
They weren't making her any better, if anything, she was getting worse. Unhooking her from the monitors after shutting them off, he lifts her into his arms and carries her out of the hospital. If she was going to make it past this, the way his mother wants her to, he's going to have to take care of her himself.
Securing her in his vehicle, wrapping her up in the hospital blanket, he gets into the driver's seat and peels out of the hospital. He has a safehouse, off the books from his family's organization, where they'll be safe until she heals.
Every part of him told him this was insane, that he was begging to be killed, but that didn't stop him from driving through the back roads of Guatemala. That didn't stop him from taking her to the only safe place he owns in the whole country and making her comfortable in his king sized bed.
It didn't stop him from using his medical supplies to take care of her and keep her warm as her body regains its stamina. That didn't stop him from putting his life on the line to make sure that she lives past this. For, in spite of it all, his mother was right. She's innocent in his family's drive for freedom and he'll make sure that she survives long enough to make it back to her family.
Wedding bells are ringing, the sun is shining, this should be the happiest day of her life. All around her are family and friends, gathered to witness her union with one of Port Charles's most eligible bachelors. Of course, with Jason, the term is used loosely.
Walking back into her bridal quarters, Sam ignores the fact that Jason hasn't shown up, that she hasn't seen him in days. She ignores the fact that she could very well be stood up at the alter and made to look like a fool. She ignores that because she needed this to happen. She needs to marry Jason.
One of the alter boys knock on the door, signaling that it was time for her to walk down the isle.
"Is my fiance here?" she asks, hesitantly so.
"Yes, ma'am." the boy says before walking away.
"Shall we?" Francis holds out his arm for her to take.
"Francis?" she looks at him confusedly. "What are you doing here?"
"Pretending to be the father of the bride." Francis says simply, taking her arm and linking it with his. "Ready?"
"More than ever." she says, allowing him to walk her to the entrance of the church, not at all ready for the man that waited for her. "Wha...how?"
"I know you had your heart set on marrying Jason, but I thought he would work better." Francis hands her a hankie when she starts to tear up. "Sonny threatened him to leave the country...we found him."
"I...I thought he was dead."
"Sonny made it that way." Francis explains. "He threatened him with your life."
"I...thank you." she wraps her arms around Francis, her heart finally feeling peace for the first time that day. "Thank you!"
"Lets get you married." Francis whispers softly, proceeding to walk her down the isle to the true love of her life.
Sam stares into the eyes of the man that she loved more than life itself. She had been shattered when she believed that he died and she didn't think she'd ever get past it until Jason. Now that she knows Sonny had threatened him, that he didn't really die, Sam's world found its balance again.
Finally getting to the alter, she throws her arms around him, thanking the lord for giving her this second chance. For giving them a second chance. The wedding proceeds without interruption, Sonny nowhere to be seen, and finally she is happier than she has ever been.
"What about Sonny?" Sam questions, standing by the limo with her husband.
"Don't worry about him." Francis assures. "Jason's handling him as we speak. Be happy, Sam. You deserve it."
"Thank you." Sam wraps her arms around him, truly grateful for all he has done. "Will I ever see you guys again?"
"You know where to find us." Francis says simply. "Take care."
Francis watches as she gets into the limo with her husband before he makes his way to the car. He knows Jason won't care for the details, so he simply sends him a two worded text. "She's happy." Sending that, Francis makes his way to the warehouse where he'll soon be needed.
Jason, on the other hand, secures his gun in his leather gloved hand. The door opens up, Carly standing in the doorway with Michael, a pained look on her face and he knows exactly how she feels. He never thought that he'd be doing this. That he'd be taking the life of his best friend, but that's exactly what he's doing.
"Our stuff is already at my mom's." Carly answers his questioning gaze. "I just got through telling him we're leaving."
"I'm sorry." Jason apologizes, knowing she hated this more than he did.
"Michael is my concern." Carly says plainly. "You do what you have to do. We'll be fine."
"Get out of here and make sure you have an alibi." Jason says seriously, glancing into the penthouse. "I'll check on you when its all done."
"We better. Mom's having a dinner party...you can use it as your alibi, too." Carly says seriously, kissing his cheek before leaving with Michael and the guards.
Walking in and closing the door, Jason disables all the cameras before making his way upstairs to Sonny's bedroom, where he'll undoubtedly be. Pushing open the door, gun drawn, Jason finds him amid destruction. Jason could tell that he wasn't surprised to see him.
"You really going to do it?" Sonny taunts him, downing a glass of scotch.
"You had to have seen this coming." Jason says plainly. "You had to have known I would the moment you made that phone call."
"She's dead." Sonny mutters, downing another glass of scotch, the fact that he caused the woman's death echoes through his mind. "Killing me won't bring her back."
"Maybe not." Jason cocks the gun. "But it helps."
"Shoot me, then." Sonny stands toe-to-toe with him. "Be a man and do it already."
"I'm not gonna shoot you." Jason shakes his head. "You taught me better than that."
Slamming his head against Sonny's, he drops him hard, knocking him out cold. Making fast work with the device, Jason secures it around Sonny after he ties him to headboard. Waiting for him to come to, Jason waits for the fog to clear from his eyes before he pulls the door open.
"Goodbye, Sonny." Jason states, watching as his former best friend and boss squirms against the restraints, finally realizing what Jason was doing.
Closing the door, he makes it to the lobby before he detonates the bomb, walking out of the building and getting into an unmarked car moments later. Driving as fast as he can, Jason drives the car off a ravine before getting onto his bike that was waiting for him.
He hated what he had to do, but took content in the fact that he ended the only danger true danger to Elizabeth. Now, knowing he still had to find her and bring her home, Jason makes his way to the Brownstone to solidify his alibi. Once he spent enough time there, he'll return to his search for Elizabeth. Hoping and praying he gets to her in time.
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