Okay, so...you get another chapter. This won't be the norm but I am not going out tonight, the blistering cold guarantees a quiet New Years, so you guys get to reap the benefits from that. Early, early this morning it was -46 C with windchill, it was a little better this afternoon but not much. Brrrrr...Anyway, hope you guys enjoy. I love and look forward to everyone's comments, thoughts, reviews...they literally make my day, week, month, year! Happy New Year's Eve!

Chapter Three

If things continued as he suspected they would, he was going to be accused of having turrets syndrome from his continuously shaking his head in exasperation. "Sonny…Mr. Corinthos that was a decidedly dumb thing to do. Not only could you have killed someone but you are going to be arrested, at the moment it will be nothing more than a nuisance charge for someone like you but unlawfully discharging a weapon and verbal threats…please go with the officers quietly. There is a lot of night left and I am sure this is just the beginning to what my night will entail."

Mac watched as numerous emotions played over the little gangsters face but for the moment at least, it looked like common sense would prevail. There would come a day when the man with too many complexes to diagnosis was put away, sadly, today wasn't that day.

"Diane, please continue this farce. I'd say there isn't a point but I am sure the residents of our fair city would pepper the force and by extension me, with their inane accusations and threats." Mac said as he waved his hand in a continue gesture.

Diane was tempted to laugh at the Police Commissioner, it sounded to her, that the man was whining. "Yes, of course…Just to cover my bases, is everyone unhurt…physically?" She tacked on, lord knows Carly would probably try to claim emotional duress because her bestest buddy had taken himself out of her orbit.

When nothing but begrudged murmurs filtered through the room Diana once again continued. "Right, Mr. Quartermaine, I am sure hearing there is a heir out there, right at this moment has you salivating but I do not care to hear about it. Take your seat with the rest of your high maintenance family and I'll get back to you in a more private time."

"I'm old, not a doddering old fool or senile or suffering dementia or any other degenerative brain ailments, don't talk to me like I'm the idiot!" Edward said highly insulted at the woman daring to talk down to him.

"If you want me to talk to you with respect, it is earned not given because of your status within the community, nor is it given because you have almost as much money as God…If you want me to treat you as an equal, you'd have to have your head surgically removed from your ass, where you have been luxuriating since the passing of your dear and beloved wife Lila…Now, there is a time and place for a pissing contest, at your age, you should realize, my balls don't hang as low as your but I do have a bigger dick…enough said?" Diane asked with a cock of her eyebrow.

Jason had warned her that the old goat was liable to try something or even try to intimidate her but crusty old judges with wandering hands and more than a few lawyers who looked like their mother's hung pork chops around their necks to get them attention, didn't make it hard to handle a man like Edward.

Trying to deliver his most withering glare, Edward finally realized he didn't hold the cards and trudge off to his assigned seat, with a begrudging respect for the woman. Respect he agreed wasn't handed out on the dole, it was earned and in his opinion, dished out to liberally, it was just one of the many things wrong with this world they inhabited.

"Now that we have proverbially whipped them out and measured, can I please get back on track? Things to see, people to do…"

Diane said as she mockingly saluted those in the crowd. "Good, good, glad we can agree. Carly, I know you probably have a billion things you'd love to shout to the world but the paperwork I have in my hot little hand will have to suffice. Jason didn't leave a forwarding address, number, bestest friend or anything else you might want. This is to be a complete break." Knowing nothing she said was going to break through the delusions of the woman, a term she used ever so loosely, standing before her, huffing and puffing, Diane waited for the, not anticipated but guaranteed eruption.

"This is such bullshit! Jason wouldn't just walk away from us, we are his family. Everything he does, he does for us. That is his billet in life, to serve and protect, which he does a hell of a lot better than our local yokels! I don't care what paperwork you have, it won't mean anything, and this is all that little twits fault. She flaunts her son around Jason like she's the Virgin Mary but I am the one who got there first, I am the one who gave him a son!" Carly ranted, pausing only long enough to take a deep breath so she could fuel her continued rant.

"And furthermore, there isn't a single reason why he would not want to be my children's godfather! It is a high compliment to someone like him, who lives to serve others. He doesn't have the time, desire or inclination to cater to that little waif who thinks that by popping out a blooded son, will garner her favor!"

"Carly…my God…we've all heard the gospel according to Carly, do you want the letter that Jason left for you or shall I burn it?" Diane said, finally getting the insane woman's attention.

Almost falling out of her dress and tripping up the stairs, Diane watched as Carly moved possibly the fastest anyone had seen, when Jason wasn't near at hand.

Carly ripped the letter out of Diane's hand, fuming when that rat-bastard hadn't even bothered to put it in an envelope…unfolding the single piece of paper, Carly read, "Carly, have a good life, don't try to find me, you are on your own."

"What the hell is this?" Carly raved at Diane.

"Ummm…I'm pretty sure I covered that, it is Jason's letter to you." Diane offered, slowly backing away, not making eye contact, she'd heard with insane people and attacking dogs, never to show fear or dominance…

"Fifteen words? He wrote me fifteen words, in what world! I am the light of his life, I am the only woman who could satisfy him carnally…I am the peanut butter to his jelly, I'm the pepper to his salt…we are two peas in a pod. I do not accept this, this is…no…he loves me!" Carly said before wilting to the floor in tears.

When the wailing didn't look like it was going to stop, Diane gestured to Mac to have him remove the dead weight. Nutballs…almost the whole city, an odd exception here and there but for the most part, yup, they were nutballs.

"Oh, Sweet Sam…" Diane said almost gagging at the disgusting pet name that Jerry Jacks had for the woman. "There isn't much to say to you but I have taken the liberty of finding those pesky gunmen and having them give their testimony that you hired them to threaten Elizabeth and the boys. I've also taken the initiative to have Maureen tell the state police about you watching a young Jacob Morgan being kidnapped by the unsound woman. I thought it best to get all those pesky details out of the way, while you were otherwise distracted."

Having listened to the lies the lawyer was spewing, Sam sat quietly by, this isn't how her life was going to go. She was to marry the big bad mob boss, not be left in the dust… "I don't know what lies Elizabeth has been telling but I never did any of that, there is absolutely no proof." She said with feeling. Positive…almost positive that she'd covered her tracks, unless one of those useless men decided the money they were paid wasn't enough…

"You'll get to have your say but if I were you, I'd get Mommy Dearest on the case as soon as possible. The Staties were very interested in why the Port Charles police department couldn't solve any of these cases. Jason wanted me to reiterate his promise to you, the one delivered recently, that should any more moments of weakness inspire you to act against those under his protection, you should remember what he promised. Now be the good little mob moll and run along home. There will be no restitution in your future."

Diane was really beginning to wonder how Jason had managed to live with so many diseased, festering boils attached to his ass. No wonder he rarely sat down, in doing so, one or more would have probably burst and left and even worse affliction. Of course, being used and abused for so long, he probably didn't even know he was a walking, possible STD waiting to happen. After all, it is what happens when one lies down with whores, tramps, soul-sucking succubae, dogs…in Diane's opinion, Jason should be checked for fleas as well, just to be on the safe side and if she were Elizabeth, she'd be dipping that fine looking man in a bleach bath.

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Jason was exhausted…a ten plus hour flight from New York to Palermo, with two young children…what had he been thinking? He would have been smarter to take a boat.

"Jason, stop! They are fine. Jake's too young to understand and Cameron just wants to stretch his legs. I'll warn you now, when we get there, we need to find the nearest grassy area and let the poor boy run himself to sleep, otherwise, tomorrow you will wake up with a ray of sunshine that make the Hiroshima bomb look cuddly in comparison. I love that we are finally making it to Italy and as a family, it makes it more special, so thank you and stop worrying." Elizabeth said as she snuggled more deeply into his side.

You'd think for a man who just spent four hours being inducted into the mile-high club, he'd be a little more relaxed and a lot less…uptight.

"I can't help it, I just feel horrible. When I was planning this, I hadn't thought about the flight time, otherwise I would have had us make the trip in a couple days, not one long flight…"

Hoping her voice wouldn't carry, Elizabeth said, "Did you not have enough orgasms earlier? Do I need to put you to bed and have my way with you, before your attitude and disposition will improve? It's a hard job but someone's got to do it…" Said in a breathy voice. She teasingly scrapped a fingernail down the growing hardness hidden behind the zipper of his denim jeans, enjoying the startled and lusty gaze being delivered to her.

Johnny, Francis and Cody's loud laughter was a sure sign that she hadn't said that as quietly as she had hoped but the boys being in the plane with them, at least guaranteed a later ribbing…mmm…ribbed for her pleasure…

The half moan/groan Jason let loose, gave Elizabeth an all over shiver of pleasure…she wondered if she could get the boys back to sleep soon. It was time for her to re-evaluate Jason's abilities.

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