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Rated R

Chapter Twenty-Six

Anthony watched the breaking news report for the third time. No matter how many times he watched the reporter speculate about the deaths of the two WSB agents, the wife of the head of the organization, and one very unlucky Luke Spencer he couldn't help but cackle with glee. The incompetent PCPD had no idea who would have made such a bold move on the high ranking organization. Oh he knew that Sean Donley certainly understood the message but there was no way the man could point the investigation in the correct direction without incriminating himself for what had transpired with his goddaughter. He had to give his son credit. John had stunned him by the method but it had certainly got the point across to those that were targeting his young wife and her daughter.

Hearing the scuffling of his 'guest' moving around as he woke, Anthony clapped his hands loudly. He knew a side effect of the drugs being used to keep him docile created sensitivity to noise and took pleasure at inflicting the small amount of pain. "Aww. You finally decided to grace me with your undivided attention."

Wishing he could snap the lunatics neck Diego remained silent. There was no way in hell that he would give the man the satisfaction of responding to his taunts. Anthony Zacchara was just as sadistic as Helena Cassadine in his estimations. The two could have shared a soul for how much they were alike.

"Now, now, Mr. Alcazar. You must not try my patience. After all, you wouldn't want anything to happen to that hot little number that you share a child with. Would you?"

Diego's eyes narrowed with hatred. To even hear him speak of Georgie and his daughter had him seeing red.

Shaking his head in disappointment Anthony rewound the news cast and turned the portable television so that Diego could watch the entertainment before hitting play. In the days since his men had stolen Helena's little insurance policy he'd been unable to get any type of response from the man other than dirty looks. "Pay attention. I think you'll appreciate what my son did."

As soon as he heard the names of the deceased individuals Diego's head snapped around and his dark eyes intently watched the screen. But it was the very end of the segment that had him captivated. A bystander with a camera phone had caught a picture of Georgie right as she turned away from the fiery scene before her.

Pausing the program, Anthony finally saw emotion besides loathing and hatred in the eyes he was watching closely. Amused to getting his answer thanks to his son, he smirked. "I really should send John a thank you present for getting my answer for me." Anthony pointed at a dark haired man that was close to her side. "That would be my son, Georgie's husband. The man raising your daughter as if she was his. Trust me, he must really care because he's made it a real challenge for me to get my hands on her."

Despite his best intentions not to respond in anyway Diego growled aloud in frustration. All thoughts of refusing to communicate with the man flew out the window at that moment. "What the hell are you planning?"

Bushy eyebrows furrowed in mock confusion. "What do you mean? I just thought you might like to see how nice Georgianna still looks after carrying twins and the hell she's endured for the last three years."

Disgusted by the never ending game Diego groaned. He should have just kept his mouth shut. The crazy old man only wanted to torture him.

Clasping his hands behind his head as he leaned back in the chair, Anthony's face lost all traces of friendliness. "I'm at an impasse you see. I need Jerome's granddaughter, your daughter. However John keeps security so tight on the child that my men would have to take the chance on harming her to get the opening they need and I need her unharmed. You, Diego, are my best chance of creating the disturbance that I need."

"I'd rather die than help you in any way get a hold of my daughter!" he spat. Fury burned in his veins.

"That's the best part!" he happily informed the pissed off man. "You don't have to do anything except for be breathing. Your reappearance will create the distraction that I need to catch John off guard."

"Never gonna happen, Zacchara! I'll walk away and never look back before I'd let you touch one hair on Baylor's head."

"Oh, I highly doubt that. You're still in love with that tasty little morsel."

Diego didn't bother to deny or confirm the statement. Instead his voice took on an edge. "And she's married to someone else."

Anthony waved his hand as if to sweep aside that statement. "And you know why. Just like you know all that she has been through. My son is infatuated with her, true, but she believed you were dead, Diego. All my research on that young woman has me convinced that she cared a great deal for you. Otherwise she would have never slept with you. Now that she has learned that you didn't strangle all those women like Mr. Spinelli let her believe I can't see her not having regrets." His eyes sparkled with undisguised pleasure. "My son isn't stupid either. John realizes that you popping back up alive could very well ruin his marriage."

Gritting his teeth, Diego itched to wrap his hands around the bastard's throat. "You're missing the point, old man. I won't be used so you can hurt my daughter!"

"But you already are," he responded mysteriously. "I don't need your cooperation for what I have planned."

Realizing that it was useless to engage the delusion man in conversation, Diego shifted his focus to the television screen that still contained her picture. Love, hurt, and betrayal mingled in his heart as he tried to memorize her image. He still loved Georgie, and probably always would, but so much had damage had been inflicted. While a part of him understood and admired what she had done to survive and protect their child, another part of Diego couldn't accept some of her choices. And with the darkness that enveloped him at times and the rages that came out of nowhere, he was scared to see her in person again.

Inwardly celebrating as he watched the darkness creep into the younger man's eyes, Anthony just patted himself on the back. He honestly didn't care one way or the other if Diego snapped on the woman that his son foolishly fancied himself in love with. He'd maintain status quo for now and let John take out a few more threats and then he'd make his move. If this didn't distract John and Georgianna then Anthony would just give the order to kill her. If she died then access to Baylor would be a snap. But Anthony saved that for last because once his son recovered he'd be relentless in avenging her death.

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Johnny cursed under his breath. Georgie hadn't spoken a word to anyone except Baylor and to thank Epiphany since they had left the church almost six hours earlier. Standing on the stairs after reading Baylor her bedtime story he debated on what to do. She was doing her best to once again push him away. He might have blamed it on the explosions if he hadn't picked up on the small signs before they had left for the service. Thinking back on the morning Johnny traced her change back to the nightmare. She had shut down completely after he had woke her.

Feeling his presence on the stairs, Georgie couldn't help but look at him. Immediately she wished she hadn't when their eyes connected and his entire body language changed. It unnerved her how Johnny could search her face and know exactly what she was thinking. Tearing her eyes away from his, she stood while picking up her empty mug and fled from the room.

Enough was enough. Bounding down the last remaining stairs, Johnny followed her into the kitchen, knowing that giving her space now would be the worst thing he could do. In less than twenty-four hours Georgie had retreated inside herself. And with her planning on confronting Barrett and Spinelli tomorrow evening Johnny refused to allow her to go into that situation in her current mindset. The damage that Barrett could inflict would only drive the wedge deeper.

Closing the dishwasher door and starting the machine, Georgie tried her best to ignore him. Her emotions were all over the place. Letting him drag her into a conversation now had the potential to shatter the last of her defenses.

Anticipating her next move, Johnny darted in front of her when she turned to the back staircase. Encircling her left wrist as she tried to skirt around him, he kept his eyes trained on her face since she avoided looking at him. "Georgie, this isn't going to work. We are going to talk, now."

Pretending ignorance she blinked. "It's been an eventful day, Johnny. I have no clue what you are alluding to, but I'm going to bed. Bay will be up early."

"Not so fast."

Leery of the determination she could hear in his words Georgie took a step backwards and her back hit the wall behind her. Swallowing uneasily she finally lifted her eyes. "Please don't do this tonight," she pleaded when his free hand came to rest beside her head, making it so his body hovered over hers.

Loosening his hold on her wrist but still not releasing it, he refused to let this push pull continue. "Are you upset about what went down today?" he asked, starting with an easier topic for her.

"Huh? What? No! My only regret is that it overshadowed Lucas' funeral. But I'm relieved that they are gone, Johnny. I just wish it hadn't reached this point." When some of the tension drained from his body Georgie lightly touched his shoulder to reassure him. "You did what you had to, Johnny. For me and Bay. I'd never hold that against you."

"Then tell me why you can't stand to be in the same room with me." When she closed her eyes and shakily sighed, Johnny felt her pulse spike under his fingers. "Georgie, stop doing this, making yourself a mess and creating reasons in that brainy little head of yours."

"You don't understand!" she protested while twisting to get away from him, needing to put distance between them. Having him so close to her was making it difficult to think.

Hooking his fingers through the belt loops on her jeans, Johnny pressed her back into the wall while invading her space even more. "You're right, Georgie. I don't understand because you freak anytime you let your defenses down! I know you feel something for me and that it terrifies you. I just don't know why. What's so horrible about it? Why are you trying your best to keep me at an arm's length? Do you not trust me?"

"Of course I trust you! I'm terrified for you, Johnny! Everyone that I love ends up getting hurt or dying! I'd rather keep you at a distance than lose you because it would kill me! I love you but can't stand the thought that you could die because of us!" Gasping when she realized what she had yelled at him Georgie frantically tried to shove him away from her as tears ran unnoticed down her cheeks.

"Finally," Johnny breathed as he captured her tiny hands while relief coursed through him. "I swear to you that I'm not going anywhere, Georgie! Nothing could make me walk away from what I feel for you." The fight went out of her, leaving her trembling as he gently pulled her flush to him. "I love you, Georgie, you and that incredible little girl asleep upstairs. From the second I watched you get off that elevator at GH I knew you were my other half." Dipping his head down and bringing his mouth to hers, Johnny coaxed her into a kiss that soon turned from comforting to passionate.

Every insecurity that plagued her melted away as their tongues explored and tangled. Moaning when his large, rough hands slid under her tank top and met her warm skin, Georgie knew this was right. He awakened a part of her that she'd thought long dead. Needing more, she slowly ran her hands down his back and pulled his t-shirt out and jerked it off. Her hungry gaze devoured the muscular tanned chest before he scooped her up as he nibbled on her neck while climbing the stairs.

"God, Georgie," he murmured as he placed her on her feet before shutting the bedroom behind them. Edging her toward the bed he searched her eyes but only found desire and need staring back at his own lust filled orbs. Abruptly yanking her tank top off, he licked his lips while his eyes roamed over her.

Suddenly nervous she shivered as he eased her down the bed and followed, his body covering hers. Johnny paused and framed her face with both his hands. "Georgie, look at me," he commanded huskily. Once she did as ordered, he traced the column of her neck. "Are you sure?"

Her fingers curled into his short hair as she tugged his lips down on hers. "Positive," she whispered before deepening the kiss.

Breaking away for air and trailing moist kisses down her neck, he unsnapped the front clasp of her black lace bra, exposing her breast to him. When he flicked one of her nipples before suckling gently on it while his other hand palmed and teased her other breast, Georgie whimpered and arched restlessly.

Growling he switched to the other creamy globe as his fingers unfastened her jeans and eased them down her smooth legs before she kicked them off. The building desire on her face almost had him losing the precariously thin hold on his control. His tongue and lips explored the soft skin of her abdomen before lovingly tracing the small scar from what he assumed was a C-section as he teased her until he finally reached his destination. His fingertips traced her lower lips through her damp panties. When she started at the touch and writhed under him, he lifted his hooded eyes and saw that her fingers were twisting the bedspread while her eyes were closed tightly and her breathing labored. Spreading her legs farther apart, Johnny placed a light kiss at the very center of her, causing Georgie to gasp and her hips to buck.

Taking advantage of her hip being raised, Johnny ripped the last remaining piece of clothing from her and then pinned her thighs apart before running his tongue over her before lazily making his way to her clit. His tongue flicked at the small nub while she whimpered incoherently and tried to twist away. But her taste was intoxicating and Johnny had no intention of stopping now. Slowly working two fingers into her unbelievably tight center he could tell she was close when her nails sank into his shoulders.

"Johnny, please!" she begged as his fingers thrust in and out while his skillful tongue pushed her closer to the edge.

"Relax, let go," he breathed before lightly sucking the small mound of flesh into his mouth and causing her to lose control. Quickly removing the rest of his clothes and positioning himself between her legs as she slowly recovered from the orgasm, Johnny once again fused their mouths, keeping the kiss soft while one hand resumed the ministrations that his tongue had just minutes before took great pleasure in providing. Swallowing the moan that involuntarily escaped from the beautiful woman underneath him, Johnny ran the tip of his erection along her wetness.

Georgie's eyes flew open at the sensation and he felt his breathing hitch. God she was beautiful. When she bit her lip as he worked another finger inside of her Johnny knew that he needed to slow down. Georgie was so tight and he didn't want to hurt her. "You sure?" he questioned while praying that she didn't hesitate now.

"Yes," she breathed unevenly while starting to move her hips with the rhythm his fingers set.

Unable to wait any longer Johnny slid his fingers out and caught both her wrists, pinning them to the bed while lacing his fingers with hers as he pushed forward and then pulled back only to repeat the process until the engorged head of his erection finally entered her fully. Georgie tensed and he quickly nipped at her bottom lip before his tongue tangled with hers. As she started to relax Johnny entered her fully with one smooth thrust that buried him up to the hilt inside of her. Smothering her scream he then kissed her neck while keeping his thrusts light while she adjusted to his size. "You feel so good, baby. So incredibly tight," he murmured as he traced the shell of her ear with his tongue.

Lost in the feelings that he was provoking within her, Georgie whimpered while her nails scored his hands that still held hers and her hips began to meet his thrusts as he picked up speed. "Oh, God!"

When her inner walls started to contract around him and Johnny could feel she would reach her release soon, he released her hands and watched her expression while bracing himself with his hands on the sides of her head while driving her closer. "All of you, Georgie," he reminded her as she fought to keep from falling over the looming edge without him. "Are you mine?"

Wrapping her legs around his back and causing him to groan from the change of position as he demanded everything from her, Georgie's eyes flashed open to see him watching her. "Y-yes. Johnny!" she cried as she once again shattered and lost herself.

Johnny increased the speed, gripping her hip tightly when his own release overtook him and he emptied himself inside of her as he kept up the frantic pace until he finished. Carefully rearranging them so that she was resting partially on top of him, Johnny smoothed the damp hair from her flushed face. "I love you, Georgianna Zacchara. I'll never disappear or let you go, I promise."

Content and relaxed, she traced designs over his chest while listening to his heartbeat slowly return to normal. "I love you too, Johnny."

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Nik sat behind his desk and tuned out the accusations that the rest of the occupants were flinging at one another. Unlike Lucky, Lulu, and Bobbie he could care less that his former stepfather had burned to death. In a way Nik found it justified that the man had burned in death and would continue to burn in the afterlife. He kept those views himself though. His brother and sister would not appreciate his unique musings on what they considered a tragedy.

Alexis slammed her hand on the table in front of her, causing the room to go quiet. "Enough! There is no room for blame and accusations right now. Deal with that on your own time. We are here because our own plans are in danger of falling apart around us. We need to work together, just like we agreed to."

Lucky sneered. "You know as well as I do that Morgan killed my father, Alexis."

The attorney rubbed her temples in an attempt to stave off the upcoming headache. "Actually, Lucky, my money would be own John Zacchara making a statement by eliminating a good portion of the WSB. We all know that they hurt Georgie. I think Luke was just a causality caught in the crossfire. In the wrong place, you know."

"Oh please! Johnny doesn't give a damn about that uptight moral bitch. He only wants the Alcazar power." Lulu stood and paced in front of the unlit fireplace in the depressing room.

"You're wrong, Lulu. Use your eyes once in a while. Zacchara was all wrapped up in his wife today," Nik pointed out. "Not that you could blame him. Georgianna certainly matured into a sexy little number."

Gagging at the notion, she scowled at her brother. "Whatever. You are just thinking like Helena now. There is NOTHING special about that Pollyanna princess."

"Except for she is rich and has power," Sam added, twisting the knife deeper in the whiny brat's ego. "And we have you to thank for half at that. You are the one that decided you just had to have Dillon and all but shoved her into Diego's open arms."

"And if you could do anything right, Diego Alcazar would've been dead long before he saved Georgie in the park and knocked her up!" Lulu shouted back.

"Stop!" Bobbie thundered. "It doesn't matter now. Georgie is aware that she is Julian's other child. Not to mention that Lucas left her his portion of the money that he inherited from his biological father. I'm the one that raised him. I should've got the money when he was murdered because he helped his simpering half-sister. I could have used that to help free Carly."

"Carly will walk away unscathed just like always," Alexis reassured the redhead. "I've never seen a person land on their feet like she does."

"Screw Carly! My FATHER is dead!" Lucky bellowed. "Even if Zacchara did it, then Jason had a part in it. They're partners and friends. I want that stone faced bastard dead, and then I want Elizabeth to learn why you should never betray your husband!"

Idly wondering if mental illness ran in the family, because he was certain that Lulu and Lucky both suffered from it, Nik caught sight of Helena and Jerry before they disappeared into another room. Excusing himself from the bickering, Nik joined the twosome in the formal sitting room. "Well?"

"It's all in place, my dear grandson. Are you certain that this is the right woman? Between the two, they are both beautiful and intelligent."

"Absolutely. I made my decision and I expect you to respect that."

Jerry interrupted before the two could start their continuous argument. "Fine. I have given our guys the orders. They will be carried out in two days. You will have to flee to your island," he warned. "With the resources they have, he'll never stop looking for her."

Unconcerned at the warning, Nik just shrugged. "As long as she is at my side, I don't care. If you pull this off, your debt will be cleared to the family."

Jerry slithered from the room. Being out from under Helena and Nikolas' control sounded like heaven. The Cassadine's made him look like a cuddly teddy bear. It was a chance that he was willing to take, but he knew that if he was caught before escaping that he would die painfully. Jerry had never underestimated an opponent and didn't intend to start now.

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